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“Why did you accept?” Bruno countered. He locked eyes with her, and when she didn’t answer, he stepped closer, testing the waters.
She didn’t retreat, but her breath hitched. Then he saw it.
Desire.
Flagrant, similar to waving a flag before a charging bull. It darkened her gorgeous brown eyes.
“Do you know what I’ve been wanting to do all night?” His gaze flickered to her lips before rising to meet hers again.
“No.” The tremor in her voice was a familiar, ancient call to the primitive, hunter male inside him.
“This.”
He closed the distance between them, his hands lifting to cradle her face as his mouth caught hers in one hot sweep. Savage satisfaction filled him.
Finally.
After weeks of keeping his distance and exercising self-control worthy of a saint. He had her in his arms. He tasted the lush softness of her lips.
Bruno pulled her close, trapping her hands against his firm chest, kissing her with a deep passion that brought her to her toes.
She moaned, rocking against him when his left hand slid over the curve of her ass and dragged her hips tighter to his. His right hand clasped the back of her neck and secured her in place so he could kiss her harder and deeper.
“Delicious,” he murmured, echoing her words about the steak.
Marissa responded, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. Her kiss-drunk eyes focused on his mouth, and they kissed again, each movement deliberate and open and hungry and ravenous.
Chapter Sixteen
Marissa had never been kissed like this before. This was a grown man kiss. One where he knew what the hell he was doing and did it well.
The firm pressure was at once surprising and delightful. When Bruno’s tongue slipped between her lips, a shudder of longing ricocheted through her body, and she slipped into a cottony daze of lust. Easing her arms around his neck, she held him tighter—so tight her nipples hardened into firm points of desire.
She inhaled sharply and trembled with the sudden influx of need that swamped her body.
At the press of his hard erection against her lower abdomen, she groaned and moisture leaked into her panties. Her core suddenly throbbed and ached with the need for his possession.
She felt hot and needy. She felt pure want.
Pure desire. Pure unfiltered lust.
Desperate for more, she lifted her hand to his head and encountered soft strands of black hair. She curled her fingers around the thick strands. She needed him. Hard. Rough. Now. Here. In this kitchen. On top of the cold, hard counter or on the damn floor. She’d take whatever he offered.
His fingers tugged her blouse from her jeans and pushed their way underneath, his large palm coating her skin with warmth.
Bruno kissed her with such heat, her head spun like a top. He backed her against the rigid steel counter, and though the edge prodded her back, she barely felt it. All her senses concentrated on him and the refreshing citrus scent of his skin, the ambrosia-like flavor of his kiss, and the firmness of his tight body against hers.
When he released her lips, she whimpered in agony from the separation, but he continued to kiss her. His lips trailed down her neck, forcing her head back and allowing her to relish the moment.
Bruno shoved the blouse above her breasts. Then his head dipped, and he fastened his lips over one taut nipple through her satiny bra.
Gasping, Marissa clutched the back of his head and curved backward, a low moan slipping from her lips. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, panting as his mouth made the most delicious sensations flutter across her aching breasts.
Bruno lifted her onto the counter and pulled her tight to the hardness in his pants. Her core throbbed. She was practically on fire, burning up with the desperate heat of longing.
He pushed her backward onto the cold, hard surface and pressed his face between her legs. A whimpering groan flew from her lips. The teasing touch was too much. She ached for the torture of his lips on her wet flesh.
Her hazy gaze captured the lights overhead as he filled his hands with her breasts and kneaded their softness with expert precision. His touch was knowing and deliberate—and all the while, he kissed her soft belly and slowly drove her insane. She struggled to think coherently. How could he wreak such havoc, and they were both fully clothed?
