"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked softly. Her long lashes fluttered, lifted, so that her violet eyes locked with his. A slow, fascinating smile curved her mouth. "Maybe, just a little." She smoothed a line from his forehead. "I'll be fine tonight. Do what you have to do and don't worry about me." "I would prefer that you slept for a while." He shifted, eased his weight off her, surprised to find that he was still partially dressed. "That's only because you have so much anger toward Romanov you don't want me to know what you're doing." She propped herself up on one elbow so that her thick mane of silky hair spilled across her body, a thin veil over her breasts. His gut clenched hotly at the sight, his dark eyes going black with a sudden flare of desire. She laughed softly, the sound sultry in the night. "I think you could have sex all night and never be sated." He bent down to taste temptation, his tongue bringing her nipple to a hard peak. "I would very much like to give it a try, --my love. I could lose myself in your body." He nuzzled her gently, his hand trailing possessively down the curves of her body. Her fingers stroked through his thick hair. Her eyes held tenderness. "You think to protect Jacques by leaving him here with me as my bodyguard." "You see too much." "More than you know."