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"Are you?" I whisper.
"I do not think I can help myself."
"Good," I breathe against his lips before they connect with mine.
I've been kissed before. Hello kisses. Goodbye kisses. Let's-make-out kisses. Even I-want-to-have-sex kisses.
But I've never been kissed like this.
His mouth conquers mine with a confidence none of my fellow students have even come close to. Rio doesn't just know what he's doing, he knows why he's doing it and where he expects it to lead.
His lips tell me exactly what is going to happen between us with devastating intensity, as his tongue takes possession of my mouth in imitation of what our bodies will be doing soon.
He might be only a few years older than me, but Rio is light years ahead of me in experience and sexual self-assurance.
And I like it.
A lot.
I move backward, his body guiding mine while his lips continued their annihilation to my self-control. Not that I want to hold back.
It doesn't make sense. This sexual being is not who I am, but I have every intention of taking Joni's second bit of advice and getting me some of that.
Rio is unlike any guy I've ever met.
I didn't evenknowI could respond to someone's kiss this way. That it could light up every nerve ending in my body and send them skyrocketing into the stratosphere.
Even if this is a one-off for him, I don't care. I want this. This feeling. This intensity.
If it's the only time in my life I feel this way, I'm going to revel in every second of it.
For the first time, I understand how the desire for sex could drive totally illogical, and even bad decisions.
He pulls his lips away and my eyes flutter open. "What?"
Did I do something wrong? Did he just remember he has another engagement? If that's the case, I'm slashing his tires before getting a cab back to the hotel.
CHAPTER 4: Tanzi
Insatiable & Irresistible
"I'm not sure I want to know what that fierce look means." He brushes my hair back from my face. "Care to tell me anyway?"
"Why did you stop?" I counter.
No need to let him know the risk to his Mercedes' tires if he's not planning to stop completely.
"Do you want this?" he asks.
Is that a trick question? "Yes."
He doesn't ask again. Just grabs me and tugs me through to his bedroom.
Dappled sunlight filters through privacy panels casting a soft glow over the room. The huge bed in the center of the room should scare me maybe, but all I want is to be on it...naked, with him.
"You are so beautiful, Tanzi." He makes a sound of frustration. "There should be better words, but there aren't."
Growing up the daughter of a former international supermodel, I have been taught that appreciation for my physical beauty counts for very little. So, why does hearing Rio tell me he finds me really attractive feel so wonderful?
