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“Really?”
He said impatiently, “Has no one taught you to be gracious when accepting an apology?”
She flushed. He was right in that score, but she didn’t want to admit it. She shot back, “I’d be gracious if I thought you were being sincere.”
It was his turn to flush. “You never know when to shut up.”
Her eyes flashed. “Is that your way of telling me to shut up? Because let me tell you—-”
He kissed her.
Again, he had shut her up by kissing her.
This time, she managed to remain conscious enough to try to struggle.Trybeing the operative word because her efforts were completely wasted. He was so strong that he made it look like she wasnotrefusing his touch at all. He had stopped in the middle of the dance floor, his arms around her like chains made of burning-hot steel.
She opened her mouth to scream, but stupid her, she forgot that was the one thing she shouldneverdo.
His tongue went in for the kill.
And that was...the end. Of her sanity.
Now, her reeling senses took over.
The impact of his kiss, his touch, the heat of his presence – it all hit her at once, and she was left silently gasping against his mouth as he deepened his kiss. They were no longer dancing, and she honestly had no idea where they were. All she knew right now was that this second kiss of his was even more mind-blowing, more earth-shattering, and she couldn’t think of anything else except him.
His lips were soft and firm at the same time, demanding and gentle, the way it moved never leaving any doubt in her shaken mind that he was in control.
His tongue was skillful – too skillful, the way it moved inside her mouth, leaving a lasting impression on every inch it tasted and touched. It sought to mate with her tongue, and she was helplessly drawn into this seductive and passionate dance, her tongue following his command, dancing to his tune.
His hands had first been meant to keep her in place, but now it was meant to support her, to keep her fromfalling,and they both knew it. One hand clasped her neck, fingers digging into the thick length of her hair while his other hand was settled possessively on the curve of her hip, fingers tightening around her flesh as he leaned forward and she bent backward, the kiss never-ending.
Someone cleared her throat. Several times.
“I’m glad you two get along very well, but you are starting to make a scene, children. Do you think you could continue this somewhere more private?”
The words took a while to penetrate her mind.
And when it did—-
Bobby let out a load moan of shock and embarrassment, this time struggling in earnest, forcing Leandro to slowly lift his head and let her go. He at least appeared as dazed as she was, as if he could not believe that they werenotsomewhere private, with an opportunity to take things further.
She had the strongest urge to slap him for some reason. She knew it was unfair to feel like he had taken advantage of her. He might have had at the start, but in the end she had kissed him back. Even so, she had this strange need to hit him and her hand actually started to move.
His face became dark and a warning glinted in his stormy blue eyes. “Don’t.” He said the word in a low murmur, but there was a lethal tone to it.
Hit me and I will do more than kiss you.
