It was over quickly, both of them reaching a climax of such unbelievable intensity that they clung together for endless moments before Jago smoothed her tangled blonde hair away from her face and snuggled her in his arms.

She closed her eyes in disbelief, hardly knowing herself.

‘You’ve never done that before,’ he said softly, shifting slightly so that she was forced to look at him. ‘You were always much too shy.’

She knew it was true and felt hot colour touch her cheeks. Somehow making love with Jago felt different now that she was older.

At eighteen she’d been hideously self-conscious and gauche and she was only now beginning to realise how careful he’d been with her, how much he must have been holding back. Their love-making had possessed none of the wildness that he’d displayed in the last twenty-four hours.

He touched her cheek with gentle fingers, his expression thoughtful. ‘We will be checking out tomorrow,’ he told her. ‘We’re visiting my family.’

She stilled in his arms. His family?

Jago always avoided questions about his family and she knew better than to ask.

Why was he taking her to meet them?

And why was she excited at the prospect?

This wasn’t what she wanted, was it? Whatever she felt for him, she didn’t want to renew her relationship with Jago.

She closed her eyes tightly, knowing that she should send him back to his room and go straight home to England without meeting his family.

But how could she when she was loving every minute of their time together?

Why shouldn’t she just enjoy herself for now? Why shouldn’t she just make the most of this time in Spain, she reasoned, ignoring the tiny voice in her head that warned her this wasn’t real.

She’d have plenty of time to face reality when they returned to England.

* * *

They left the following afternoon, immediately after the last lecture.

Having cleared her room and packed, Katy made her way to the foyer of the hotel, intending to check out before going with Jago.

The hotel manager met her at the marble reception desk. ‘Everything has been taken care of,’ he said in heavily accented English.

Katy stared at him in confusion. What did he mean—taken care of? How could her bill have been taken care of?

The hotel manager suddenly looked over her shoulder and smiled warmly. Following his gaze, Katy turned to find Jago approaching. Just looking at him made her legs turn to jelly. He was so good-looking it was almost indecent. Surely no one man should be blessed with such incredibly good looks, she thought helplessly. Didn’t he have a single flaw? He was wearing jeans and a black polo shirt that emphasised his dark, exotic brand of masculinity.

Reaching her side, he gave her a brief smile and then turned his attention to the hotel manager, conversing in rapid Spanish which she found totally incomprehensible.

The two men obviously enjoyed a good relationship and suddenly they were descended on by staff who carried her luggage towards the door of the hotel, leaving them to follow.