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Bruno kissed her ear and then the side of her neck and sent desire raging under her skin. Her knees softened, and she gripped the railing with one hand to keep from collapsing at his feet.
“Marissa, querida, as delicious as this tequila is, it pales in comparison to the taste of you,” he said huskily.
He brushed his lips against her neck again, and the balcony swayed under her heels.
His face twisted into a wry expression. “You should run along to bed.”
Turning his back to her, he focused his attention on the valley.
She hesitated, her heart beating faster, her body alive and alert. She opened her mouth to speak and then changed her mind. He had given her an out. She should take it.
Leaving the balcony, she walked across the soft carpet and hurried down the hall. Inside her bedroom, she shut the door and took a deep breath to calm the out-of-control beating of her heart.
She walked to the mirror and stared at her reflection—the messy hair, the gorgeous dress. She didn’t know when she’d have an occasion to wear something so chic and expensive again and felt lucky she’d had the opportunity at all. Bruno had taken her away from her normal life and given her an experience she’d never had before.
She used a finger to trace the design on one of the medallions around her neck. She didn’t want to remove them. In an odd way, they made her feel closer to him.
Reluctantly, she lifted off the heavy awards and placed them on the dresser. She did the same with the jewelry and then slipped out of her shoes.
A knock sounded on the door, and she paused. Padding over, she turned the doorknob. Bruno stood on the other side in only his trousers, and her mouth became as dry as desert sand. His muscular chest was a work of art, sprinkled with dark hair and filled with well-defined ridges. His abs were so cut they appeared fake, as if someone had drawn them in.
Marissa saw nothing but hunger in his light eyes, his trousers tented in front and signaling blatant desire.
“I want to know what the rest of you tastes like. Not just your lips. I want your breasts. I want the wetness between your legs.”
Who talked like that? Who said such indecently seductive words with no thought to the damage they did to a woman’s paltry resistance?
Bruno slowly entered the room at a snail’s pace, and she took slow steps backward.
“If you tell me to get out, I’ll leave. Right now.”
The back of her knees collided with the edge of the bed, and a trembling breath skipped out of her nostrils. “I don’t want you to leave.”
The fight was over. Slowly, over time, he had chipped away at her resolve, with every conversation and every little touch. Until this moment arrived, when she gladly succumbed to her need for him.
Bruno took her face in his hands. “Then I will taste every inch of you tonight.”
He whispered the words, his warm breath dusting over her parted lips.
Then their mouths fused together, and their tongues twisted and curled around each other in a searing kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Marissa was drunk off Bruno’s kisses, his delicious flavor accented by traces of tequila as his tongue dipped in and out of her mouth in an aggressive display of sexual dominance.
Her fingers trailed through his hair and indulged in the soft texture, taking advantage of her current ability to touch him at will. Everything about Bruno was intoxicating. The way he smelled, the way he touched her, the way she felt in his arms.
He trailed his lips down the side of her throat and unhooked the clasp on her dress. “Marissa, querida.”
Her whispered name on his tongue made the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention.
What was this man doing to her? Excitement spiked in her blood as he lowered the zipper, taking his time as if to torture her before the designer outfit was pushed into a pile of red fabric at her feet.
He stepped behind her and kissed her shoulders and the middle of her back and let his hands trail down her sides with the lightest touch. Her strapless bra fell next, and she bit her lip as the cool room air tickled her nipples and made them jut forward as hard, pebbled peaks.
Bruno threaded his fingers through her thick hair and tugged back her head. His other hand circled her throat as he caught her mouth in a brief and forceful kiss.
“You’re incredible.” His voice was gravelly and hot with desire.
