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‘If you want me to stop you’ll have to kiss me.’
‘Maybe I don’t want you to stop. Maybe this is what I’ll allow before I decide this is a very bad idea.’
His finger paused on her belly. ‘You think this is a bad idea?’
A thread of uncertainty wheedled through her desire. ‘My last involvement left a lot of bruises.’
He tensed. ‘Derek physically hurt you?’
‘No, but he influenced a lot of people against me. You included.’
He shook his head. ‘I make up my own mind. If you truly don’t want this, say the word and I’ll stop.’
The thought of denying herself made her heart lurch painfully.
Her body moved closer of its own volition. He hissed out a breath, the skin around his mouth tightening as he visibly reined in control. ‘If you intend to stop that’s not a great idea, querida.’
Sasha had had enough. Marco had spent far too much of his life controlling everything. For once she yearned to see him lose his cool, to crack the shell of tightly reined-in emotion. She wriggled again.
His gaze connected with hers. The dark hunger in its depths made her breath catch. Giving in to the urge, she slipped her hand over his nape and urged his head down.
He took control of her lips in a kiss so driven, so desperate, she cried out against his mouth. He fisted one hand in her hair to hold her still, his other hand sliding over her bottom to drag her closer.
Sasha went willingly, her body a fluid vessel of rampant desire that craved only him. Every single doubt that crowded in her brain drowned under ever-increasing waves of sensation.
She might be risking everything to experience a few hours of pleasure, but Sasha could no more push Marco away than she could voluntarily stop breathing. She would deal with regret in the morning.
Losing herself in the kiss, she boldly thrust her tongue against his. His body jerked, making a tiny fizz of pleasure steal through her.
When his fingers squeezed her buttock, she moaned.
He pulled back. ‘You like that?’ he rasped, his gaze heavy and hooded.
She nodded and licked her lips, already missing the feel of his mouth against hers.
‘Tell me what else you’d like, mi tentación.’ He released the tie of her bikini top and trailed his mouth over her skin.
‘You...not to be so overdressed...’ she gasped out.
Another roar from the concert ripped through the night air. Momentarily she remembered where they were.
‘On the other hand, maybe that’s not so bad—’
‘We won’t be disturbed.’
The finality of the statement, along with the graze of his teeth over one Lycra-clothed nipple, melted the last of her reservations. Giving her feelings free rein, she slid her hand over his shoulders, touching the smooth skin of his nape before exploring his damp, luxurious hair.
Her urgency fed his. With renewed vigour he kissed her again, pulling off the wet cloth and tossing it aside. Reversing their positions, he eased her onto the lounger, then tugged off her bikini bottoms.
In the soft, ambient light of the enclosed cabana his skin gleamed golden, the dark silky hairs on his chest making her fingers tingle to touch.
‘I want to touch you all over.’ The heated words had slipped out before she could stop them.
His face contorted in a pained grimace. Tugging off his boxers, he stretched out next to her. Leaning down, he ran his tongue over her mouth. ‘I believe I mentioned the near insanity that has plagued me these past weeks? Touching me all over is not a good idea right now.’
Her breath rasped through her chest. Breathing had become increasingly difficult. ‘Oh. Then I guess it’s not a good time to mention I also intend biting a few strategic places?’
A heartfelt groan preceded a few heated Spanish words muttered against her lips. ‘Do me a favour, mi tentadora. Keep your thoughts to yourself for the time being. You have my word. I’ll let you vocalise your every want later.’
Swooping down, he captured one exposed nipple in his mouth, his fierce determination to shut her up working wonders. Words deserted her as sensation took over. Liquid heat pooled at the apex of her thighs, the flesh of her sex swelling and pulsating with the strength of her need. By the time he transferred his attention to her other nipple Sasha was incoherent with desire.
Marco traced his lips lower, ruthlessly turning her inside out with pleasure, but when she felt his mouth dip below her navel she froze.
Sensing her withdrawal, he raised his head. ‘You don’t want this?’
‘I do.’ So much so the force of her need shocked her. ‘I do... But you don’t have to if...’ Her words fizzled out at the searing heat in his eyes.
‘I’ve spent endless nights imagining the taste of you, Sasha.’ He parted her legs wider, licked the sensitive skin inside her thigh, his eyes growing darker at her breathless groan. ‘But I’ve always preferred reality to dreams.’
