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“Sí.” He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to breathe and then discover this part of the night was some cruel joke—a mirage in the desert his life had become.
“Are you ready to go upstairs?” She kissed his earlobe.
Benicio lifted his head.
She gazed up at him and gave him another one of those sweet, heartrending smiles. The air became lighter, and he breathed easier.
“Sí.”
Rose took his hand and led the way out of the den.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Lying naked on her stomach on top of the sheets, Marissa listened to Bruno in the bathroom. Closing her eyes, she relived the moments before he left her alone.
He entered the room, and she watched him between the strands of hair that veiled her eyes. He approached the bed and smoothed a hand from her ankle up to her thigh. Before he touched her bottom, she was already raising her hips in anticipation.
“So damn insatiable,” he growled, licking her ass.
“You’re the insatiable one,” she shot back.
He let out a masculine laugh, husky and deep. “Tienes razón. You’re right.”
He dragged her by the ankles to the edge of the bed, and her feet hit the floor. He entered her with one smooth thrust, and she cried out, nails curling into the soft linens. There was no need for foreplay. She was already wet and ready for him.
Like always.
Marissa’s body hummed with desire because she wanted more. She always wanted more of him, and he knew exactly what she needed and when. They were so in tune to each other.
Slowly, she stretched and felt the weight of the diamond and ruby necklace he had given her for her thirty-second birthday last night. Overwhelmed by his generosity, she fingered the jewelry. He had paid for a celebration dinner for her and her friends on Friday, but she had spent last night with him.
He sang “Happy Birthday” as he brought out a cake he’d made himself, and after she blew out the single candle, he presented her with the jewelry box. A Cartier piece. She had almost fallen out of her chair when she saw the extravagant gift.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, as he slipped the necklace around her neck.
“You deserve beautiful things.” He planted a soft kiss on her shoulder.
She hadn’t taken off the necklace since then. She wore it under her dress when they flew to New Orleans for an amazing dinner, where he reserved an entire boat for a cruise down the Mississippi River. She slept with the necklace around her neck and kept it on when they made love in the middle of the afternoon.
This was the happiest she could ever remember being in her life—all because of Bruno. To think, she almost missed out because she was afraid of making more mistakes and just… afraid.
Marissa glanced at the clock. She had a little time before she had to meet Chet at the apartment when he dropped off Theo. Maybe she and Bruno could get in a quickie.
Rolling off the bed, she padded naked and barefoot into the bathroom. The huge shower made of slate gray tile was the size of her apartment’s entire bathroom, with all kinds of knobs that she hadn’t figured out how to use.
Bruno was standing under the rain shower head, eyes closed, water pouring onto his tanned, muscular body. When she opened the door, his eyes popped open, and his gray eyes locked on her from beneath wet lashes. A tingle of awareness shimmied through her body. Her bare nipples instantly hardened as she stepped into the shower.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he returned, letting his gaze slide down her naked body.
Feeling bold, Marissa walked to him with an extra swing in her hips, and the corners of his mouth lifted in an appreciative smile.
Water splashed her skin as she pushed him backward and onto the shower bench. Gazing up at her, Bruno cupped her ass and pulled her between his knees. He kissed her stomach and licked a teasing line right above her trimmed pubic hairs. Clutching the wet strands of his hair, Marissa tilted back his head and pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss.
Her fingers traced the contours of his face and roamed over the hard slope of his shoulders, as she savored the taste of his mouth and the softness of his lips. She was burning up from the inside out, as if her blood had been infused with kerosene, and he was a torch.
Their tongues clashed and their breaths mingled as they became lost in desire while warm water rained down onto the tile and splattered against their feet.
