There was no further hesitation. I yanked her closer, capturing her mouth as I fisted a handful of her hair.
Her initial shock gave way to the same feelings and sensations in both my brain and body. She wrapped her long fingers around my shirt, pulling herself closer. The combination of the sweet icing and her lush mouth sealed the deal.
There wasn’t a chance in hell I could let her go.
She slipped her arms around my neck, tugging my hair with one hand. The feel of her warm body in my arms was everything I’d thought it would be. Every sound I captured, every sweep of her tongue driving away all limitations.
At this point, I couldn’t care less about rules or obligations. There was no turning back, no acceptance of anything else but fulfilling every burning desire.
She ripped at my shirt while moaning into the kiss, arching her back as she swept her tongue back and forth across mine. After several tries, she managed to jerk the shirt from my trousers, sliding her hands underneath. The thrill of having her fingertips sweep across my heated skin created a flash of gasoline.
I dominated her mouth, her tongue, and her body while slowly moving backward toward the table. The kiss was even more powerful than I’d imagined, driving me to insatiable places in my mind.
The passion was already through the roof and I could barely contain a possessive growl. Seeing her in her skimpy dress, the material accentuating her long legs and curvy ass, I’d wanted to castrate every single man who’d dared even look in her direction. Her voluptuous breasts practically spilled out, her hardened nipples on full display.
Her desire equaling mine.
Now all I could think about was gripping her hips while fucking her.
Without thinking, I raked my arm across items on the table, knocking over the loaf of fresh bread and the bowl of fruit. Yet I’d been careful enough to avoid the cake, merely pushing it aside.
She pushed her hands against me, breaking the kiss, her laugh scattered as she noticed what I’d done. “You do need help with interior design.”
Grinning, I ripped at her dress, pulling it over her shoulders and pitching to the side.
To hell with my duty. I’d been right before.
After tonight, there was no chance at altering the future, one with consequences that I’d be happy to face.
Because she would finally belong to me.
CHAPTER 13
Emmeline
Explosive heat spiraled between us.
My skin was awash with tiny prickles of electricity from the incredible kiss as well as the embarrassment of having him rip off my dress. Standing in only a lacy bra and thong, I was taken aback by the way he was looking at me.
My nipples were rock hard, pressing though the thin material and I could tell by his expression that he knew exactly how aroused his presence made me. My thighs were clenched, my panties already damp.
As he took a step away, he inhaled, allowing a sly smile to curl across his handsome face.
I’d never presumed that the years of teasing Donatello would lead to anything other than serious flirtation after a typical round of bickering.
Which we did better than any old married couple I’d ever heard about. I also hadn’t anticipated that he’d be the one to find me in Rio. I’d hoped to be left completely alone.
Or so I’d thought, but his kiss, the extreme heat of his touch and the way he’d looked at me all night had pulled aside the lies I’d told myself. I’d wanted him to find me. Why deny the obvious? Why try to pretend anything other than the truth?
I was backed against the edge of the table, biting my lower lip to keep from laughing. He’d certainly never been a man considered as having any real patience. That was evident by the way he tossed the bowl of fruit to the floor.
Everything about this man screamed of danger, that even I should run away, but for different reasons. Maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Yes, I had an affinity for the bad boys. I always had, but Donatello took that idea to another level.
When he peeled the shirt over his head, I was once again given a full view of his sculpted chest. And holy shit, the man was built like no other. I knew he worked out. I’d seen him at the gym since it was the same one I went to. But my God, I was floored at how impressive his muscles were.
Seeing him up close took my breath away.
“What’s wrong, sweet Ambrosia? Too much to handle?” He tossed the material aside and crowded my space, planting his hands on either side of me on the table.
