The Guardian by Georgia Le Carre

Dante.
What do I remember of her?
Enormous eyes, skin like silk, rivulets of water running down her body and dripping onto the tiles, and her mouth, cherry-red and… so juicy.
But she was forbidden fruit.
That was ten years ago. I was young and poor. I’m immeasurably rich now. She won’t affect me like that anymore. I won’t fall for her charms. Her safety must be my only concern.
She is determined to fight me. She insists she doesn’t need a guardian, even though she can’t disguise the fear in her eyes.
Nevertheless, I’ve got it all under control.
Until… that red mouth touches mine