His eyes dropped to her lips. 'If you know where this is going then you know how badly I want to kiss you. Come here.'
Her mouth, the subject of his very intense scrutiny, tingled so badly she had to curb the urge to bite it. 'I meant what I said in London. I don't want a relationship.'
A hard look passed through his eyes. 'I don't want a relationship either.'
'What about your clause?'
'I'm not a racing driver and I don't work for the team so I'm exempt. Come here, Sasha.'
'No. Aren't you twisting the rules?'
'No. I can quote them verbatim for you later. Right now I want you to come over here and kiss me.'
Her breath shortened. 'What if I don't want to?'
His gaze darkened. 'Then I'll return to the concert, find your reedy rock star and decorate the VIP lounge with him.'
A roar went up a few miles away. The throb of the rock concert echoed superbly the blood surging through her veins as Marco continued to watch her.
'I hope you won't expect me to bail you out of jail.'
He shrugged. 'I live in hope for a lot of things, querida. At this moment I'm hoping you'll stop arguing and crawl into my lap. Would it help if I said that not a day went by these past three weeks when you didn't feature in my thoughts?' He lifted a winged brow.
'Maybe that helps. A little...'
Without warning he reached across the table and scooped her up. Settling her in his lap, he freed her hair and sighed in pleasure as the heavy tresses spilled into his hands. Then he lowered her until her back rested on the upraised lounger.
Despite her bikini's relative modesty, Sasha had never felt more exposed in her life. Especially when Marco took his time to trail his fierce gaze over her, missing nothing as he scoured her body, and followed more slowly with one long, lazy finger.
'You're doing it again.' Her voice was smoky with lust, her flesh alight wherever he touched.
'What?' he murmured, his eyes resting at the apex of her thighs.
Beneath her bottom the hard ridge of his erection pressed into her flesh, its heat making her skin tighten in feverish anticipation.
'The thing with your eyes. And your hands. And your body.'
'If you want me to stop you'll have to kiss me.'
'Maybe I don't want you to stop. Maybe this is what I'll allow before I decide this is a very bad idea.'
His finger paused on her belly. 'You think this is a bad idea?'
A thread of uncertainty wheedled through her desire. 'My last involvement left a lot of bruises.'
He tensed. 'Derek physically hurt you?'
'No, but he influenced a lot of people against me. You included.'
He shook his head. 'I make up my own mind. If you truly don't want this, say the word and I'll stop.'
The thought of denying herself made her heart lurch painfully.
Her body moved closer of its own volition. He hissed out a breath, the skin around his mouth tightening as he visibly reined in control. 'If you intend to stop that's not a great idea, querida.'
Sasha had had enough. Marco had spent far too much of his life controlling everything. For once she yearned to see him lose his cool, to crack the shell of tightly reined-in emotion. She wriggled again.
His gaze connected with hers. The dark hunger in its depths made her breath catch. Giving in to the urge, she slipped her hand over his nape and urged his head down.
He took control of her lips in a kiss so driven, so desperate, she cried out against his mouth. He fisted one hand in her hair to hold her still, his other hand sliding over her bottom to drag her closer.
Sasha went willingly, her body a fluid vessel of rampant desire that craved only him. Every single doubt that crowded in her brain drowned under ever-increasing waves of sensation.
She might be risking everything to experience a few hours of pleasure, but Sasha could no more push Marco away than she could voluntarily stop breathing. She would deal with regret in the morning.
Losing herself in the kiss, she boldly thrust her tongue against his. His body jerked, making a tiny fizz of pleasure steal through her.
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.'
As if to stop him taking that route, her muscles clamped tight around him.
Another groan tore from his throat. 'I thought I told you to shut up?' He pulled back and surged into her once more, pleasure such as he'd never known rocking through him.
'I am... I will... Just please don't stop.' Raking her nails down his back, she clamped her hands around his waist.
As if he could even if he wanted to. He was past the point of no return, his need so great he was almost afraid to acknowledge its overwhelming scope. Instead he lost himself in her pleasure, in the hitched sounds and feminine demands of her body as she welcomed him into her sweet warmth.