“Yes. Spanish is not that different from Italian.”
“It’s one of the Romance languages, so why would it be? French is there as well.”
That smile again. “Yes, I know.”
Heat spread up her neck.Idiot.So stupid to say.
“But the origin of the Romance languages is Vulgar Latin, and I’m not exactly accomplished in that.”
She gaped at him.
“What? I can’t be intelligent?”
She shook her head. “Normally, people sort of … space out when I speak.”
“I am not people. Come here.”
No, he was not. She took one step, and he remained still. She tested him until she was within arm’s reach, but he didn’t move except to look up into her eyes.
“I would like one thing from you before we leave.”
“Just one?”
“For now.”
If he smiled again, she’d fall into a puddle. “What?”
“Kiss me.”
Fabiana jerked back, tripping over her feet in the process. The ceiling swirled in her vision as her arms flailed and she screeched her fear.
But she never hit the ground.
Adonis scooped her up, his arms a steel band as he set her back on her feet. “Not exactly how I pictured you coming to my arms.”
When he smiled, laughter bubbled up from nowhere before she leaned forward, not thinking, and pressed her lips to his.
Detonation.
He paused only a moment before threading his fingers through the strands of her hair, anchoring her mouth to his. Adonis took over, cradling her closer to his chest, wrapping her in him and his scent as his tongue traced her upper lip and then the lower before pushing between them.
She opened, giving in, following his lead as he sucked on her tongue and pressed his fingertips against her skull. That was all he needed to angle her for better access.
And goddess, did he take advantage.
Their mouths locked and they dueled, fighting for control of the kiss. Fabiana dug her nails into his shoulders, not sure if she was bringing him closer or attempting to push him away. Desire, hot and heady, pooled in her stomach, driving her wolf into a frenzy.
Mine.
Yes, this was the man created for her.
At least at this moment, fantasy was enough. She could pretend she wasn’t a scared, fractured woman slowly trying to make her way in the world. Fabiana was only his, and this powerful man wantedher, needed her more than his next breath. No other woman would ever mean more than she did to him, no matter what he may try to do.
Shewas the owner of this bond.
Fabiana palmed Adonis’s cheeks, reveling in the muscles in his jaw working as he explored her mouth. He groaned at her touch, pulling her tightly against him.
Mine.
