The Spaniard's Seduction

by Anne Mather

  The days before the wedding had been a magical time. Although Enrique’s parents had expected them to return to the palacio, both Enrique and Cassandra had preferred to stay at La Hacienda. Ever afterwards, Cassandra would think of it as a pre-honeymoon, and she had been delighted when Enrique decided that the three of them—including David, of course—would live there after they were married.

  Cassandra made a beautiful bride. Her dress—a medieval sheath with a cowl neckline and long pointed sleeves—gave her a touching vulnerability. Enrique insisted that she still looked like the virgin she had been when he first knew her, and Cassandra had to confess that there had been no other men since the night David was conceived.

  She knew that pleased him. He was still enough of a chauvinist to be glad that she’d known no other man’s touch but his. He would deny it, but he was shamelessly possessive where she was concerned.

  Henry Skyler had not been surprised when Cassandra sent him her notice. He’d been disappointed she wouldn’t be returning to The Bookworm, but hardly surprised. He’d hoped she’d come to see him when she and her husband visited London, and had been kind enough to wish her well.

  They were going to the Seychelles for their honeymoon. Enrique said that the islands, set in the Indian ocean, were an ideal place for lovers, and he was determined that they should have at least three weeks to themselves before returning to Tuarega.

  Cassandra’s father and sisters attended the wedding, too, although as the sister nearest to her in age was pregnant they had decided not to stay long in Spain. Enrique had expressed his delight at their presence, and had persuaded her father to stay on for several days after the wedding so that David could show him the palacio and introduce him to the bulls. Mr Scott had demurred at first, but for once Julio de Montoya had been on his best behaviour, due no doubt to his son’s influence, and he had endorsed the invitation.

  Cassandra was changing for their departure in the bedroom which had been allocated to her at the palacio when her new husband came to find her. He entered the room with a distinct and appealing air of satisfaction, closing the door behind him and leaning back against it with undisguised pleasure.

  In a lacy bra and panties, Cassandra looked very alluring, and Enrique was not immune to the sensual attractions of her body.

  ‘You look—beautiful,’ he said, advancing towards her across the room. He was still wearing the formal morning suit he had worn for their wedding only hours before, but he shed his jacket on the way, unbuttoning his waistcoat with eager fingers. ‘Come here.’

  ‘We can’t,’ she protested, even as her lips responded to the sensuous brush of his. ‘Enrique, we don’t have time…’

  ‘We will always have time for this,’ he insisted huskily, loosening her bra and filling his hands with her breasts. Then, his mouth muffled against her soft flesh, ‘Do you want me to stop?’

  ‘Oh, God—no,’ she groaned, giving in completely. With his hands cupping her bottom, letting her feel what the pressure of her body was doing to his, she could think of nothing but him. ‘But—what if someone comes to find us?’

  ‘We are married,’ he reminded her gently. ‘We have a son. I do not think anyone can object if I want to make love to my wife.’

  ISBN-13: 9781460393239

  THE SPANIARD’S SEDUCTION

  © 2002 Anne Mather

  All rights reserved. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of publisher, Harlequin Enterprises Limited, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, Canada M3B 3K9.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This edition published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.

  ® and ™ are trademarks of the publisher. Trademarks indicated with ® are registered are registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office, the Canadian Intellectual Property Office and in other countries.

  www.Harlequin.com