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.’
He put his mouth on her, slowly worked his tongue over the millions of nerve-endings saturated with pleasure receptors. Sasha screamed, and came in a rush of pleasure so intense her whole body quivered with it.
Before the last of her orgasm had faded away Marco was surging over her. His kiss was less frantic but no less demanding. And, just like the engine of a finely tuned car, her body responded to his demands, anticipation firing her blood like nothing had ever done in her life.
Tension screamed through Marco’s body as he raised himself from the intoxicating kiss. The sound of Sasha’s orgasm echoed in his head like a siren’s call, promising him pleasure beyond measure. He couldn’t remember ever being so fired up about sex—so impatient he’d nearly forgotten protection.
Luckily sanity prevailed just in time.
Sasha moved restlessly beneath him, her sultry gaze steady on his as he parted her thighs.
Every single night of the past three weeks he’d woken with an ache in his groin and a sinking sensation that he was fighting a losing battle. He’d congratulated himself on staying away, but he’d known deep down it was a hollow victory.
Truth was he’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Sasha. He’d stopped trying to decipher what made her so irresistible. She just was. He’d also made discreet enquiries and verified that she’d spoken the truth—she hadn’t been involved with Rafael.
So just this once he was going to take. Sasha Fleming had worked her way under his skin like no other woman had and now this was the inevitable conclusion. Her underneath him, her thighs parted, her sultry gaze steady on his. Just as he’d dreamed …
With a groan he sank into her.
‘Thank God!’ she cried. ‘For a second there I thought you were about to change your mind.’