With his hand on my waist, he guided me methodically exactly where he wanted to go, acting as if there was no one else near. He dipped me again, swinging me in a semi-circle until I was brought forcefully against him until our lips were touching, then he cupped the back of my head.
Holding us only centimeters apart, I pressed my hands on his shoulders, allowing him to turn us once again in a full circle.
And as the song ended, he stopped us from moving altogether, only our ragged breathing and the quiver of my lips showcasing any movement.
There wasn’t a single person who wasn’t holding their breath.
As the last strings were played, Donatello captured my mouth, holding my lips in place.
There was a moment of beautiful magic when our lips collided; our hearts began beating as one and the sense that nothing and no one existed around us.
Everything was different than before, still reeking of blinding passion as we’d experienced, but there was more.
A darker, more personal need. A knowing that this might be our last night together. And even more than that, there was a stronger sense of needing each other, awakening to the strengths of the other.
That’s how I felt about the kiss and the way he cupped my face. Yes, there was a brutal type of hunger that wouldn’t be denied, but also a desire to explore the other’s mind and soul, not only our heated bodies.
As if in an echo, I heard several others provide our performance with applause, but we weren’t paying any attention. With the weight and explosive heat pressed against my body, the desire roaring through me was quickly abating the calm enjoyment shared in the afternoon.
His tongue dominated mine as he tasted me, a slow and easy tale of his own personal needs. Yet he was the kind of man to ensure a woman’s pleasure first. That was not something most women would believe, yet it was an instinct I’d had about him from the first time we’d flirted.
Finding out I was right was that much more exiting.
When he broke the kiss, he kept our lips together, both of us breathing heavily. I almost stumbled forward when he backed away but resisted reaching for him.
With a wicked smile on his face, he pulled out his wallet, dropping several bills on the table.
“Big spender,” I said as I grabbed my champagne glass and the remainder of the bottle.
“Always for mydolceAmbrosia. Maybe I’ll need to formally change my name.”
“No. It’ll be our little secret. Then what do I call you?”
His grin was positively evil. “Master.”
I threw him a look before backing away. “Give me five minutes.” I even held up my hand with my fingers spread open in case he didn’t hear me. Spinning around, I bit my lower lip to keep from making a sound.
Which was silly, but I didn’t want anything to ruin the evening.
“That’s all the time you get.”
I turned around again while still backing away, even blowing him a kiss. “We’ll see.”
“Yes, we will.”
He stood stoically, the light breeze tousling his long hair.
The view was incredible. This time, I only had eyes for the handsome man.
When I was out of sight, I rushed toward the room, even jerking off my heels along the way. Since he didn’t have any patience, I knew what time I had alone would be limited.
I was giggling by the time I entered the room, shocked and nervous to find a light had been turned on. Using extreme quiet, I placed the bottle and the glass on the dresser while scanning the room just in case I wasn’t alone. My instinct was to reach for my weapon until I realized one of the staff had entered our room, not only turning down the bed but tossing hundreds of rose petals on the turned-down bedding.
A tightness in my chest formed as I moved closer, unable to stop myself from running the tips of my fingers over the velvety petals. What if we were married? The thought tickled the back of my mind as I moved toward the suitcase, yanking out various items. First, the right music.
Every intimate couple needed sensual mood music to create the perfect atmosphere. My luck was holding as I found an acoustic station on satellite radio on my iPad. Wow. Spanish guitar.
This was my lucky day.
