“Care to elaborate?”
Tatiyana met his gaze, challenging him to disagree with her. “The moment I saw you I knew I was going to have you. And I will.”
Mischief gleamed in Markos’s deep brown eyes, and an amused expression warmed his face. Tatiyana could feel her temperature rising, the electricity pulsing between them as their stares locked. Aroused, she kissed him with every ounce of passion in her body.
Taking his hands, she guided them to her breasts, urging them to explore. Markos was every woman’s dream man, and Tatiyana desired him more than she’d ever desired anyone.
“I admire your fearless attitude.”
His words filled her with pride. “You do?”
“You always say exactly what’s on your mind, and I find it refreshing.”
“That’s the only way to live.”
Markos brushed his fingers against her cheek, tenderly caressing it. He wore a thoughtful expression on his face, and spoke in a whisper. “Dannazione,” he murmured, his tone thick with desire. “You’re so beautiful I can’t stop staring at you...”
Her breath caught in her throat. His deep, husky voice made her skin tingle and her panties wet. At the thought of them making love, her heartbeat quickened. Tatiyana dated often, but she hadn’t had sex in months, and was ready for her sexual drought to finally come to an end.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Tatiyana was torn between doing the right thing, and doing Markos but she silenced her doubts. Straddling him, she draped her hands around his neck, pulling him close. “Yes, of course, why not?”
“Because we’re in a public washroom—”
“Yeah, a washroom fit for a king and queen,” she quipped, gesturing at their luxurious surroundings. “Hell, this room is nicer than my first apartment.”
Tatiyana laughed, and Markos kissed her, trapping the sound inside her mouth. She closed her eyes, sealing her in the moment as he ravished her with his lips.
Running her hands over his torso, she whispered naughty words in his ears, confessing how much she wanted him. Her desire for Markos was overwhelming, an all-consuming need she couldn’t control. Every nerve ending in her body stirred, throbbed and tingled as their tongues mated. She reveled in his kiss, the joy of his touch, of being in his arms. His caress was sensational, and Tatiyana wanted more, everything he had to offer.
Markos buried his face in her cleavage, making circles across her chest with his tongue, nipping at her skin with his teeth. He cupped her breasts, tweaking and rubbing her nipples. Goose bumps tickled her flesh, warming her body all over. This was what Tatiyana wanted, what she needed—Markos, the only man she wanted to make love to.
“Someone could catch us.”
“Not tonight,” she said with a cheeky grin. “I paid the security guard to be our lookout.”
“You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”
“Of course. An opportunity is a terrible thing to waste.”
They kissed over and over again, until Tatiyana couldn’t think straight. His tongue explored her mouth, seeking, teasing, and pleasing. He slipped a hand between her legs, pulled her panties aside and squeezed her bottom.
Heat singed her skin. Nibbling on her earlobe, he slid a finger inside her sex, swirling it around in circles. He was having his way with her, and she was weak for him. Desperate. Unzipping his pants, she freed his erection from his boxer briefs, boldly seized it in her hands. At the sight of his length, her temperature rose. Watching Markos put on a condom, she hungrily licked her lips. Tatiyana wanted to taste him, to take him inside her mouth, but there was no time. Markos thrust inside her, powerfully, urgently, stealing her breath. His length filled her, electrifying her body. She loved what he was doing with his mouth, how his hands stroked her flesh, and the sound of his voice in her ears.
“Sei una stuzzicante bellezza,” he whispered between kisses.
Pride filled her heart as he showered her with compliments and praise.
“Stunning sia dentro che fuori, e ti desidero in ogni senso della parola...”
His words played in her mind, giving her a rush. You’re a tantalizing beauty. Stunning both inside and out, and I desire you in every sense of the word. More than I’ve ever desired anyone. Was he telling the truth? Tatiyana told herself it didn’t matter. It wasn’t important. They were making love, living in the moment, and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
They were a perfect fit, moving together as one, holding nothing back, and it was a thrilling, exhilarating ride. Panting, she hiked her legs up on the couch to deepen his penetration. Gripping his shoulders, she rocked against him, moving to an inaudible beat. Is this actually happening? Am I having sex with Markos or is this a wonderful, erotic dream?
“Tatiyana, stai girando me out.”
I’m turning you out? More like the other way around!
Markos rubbed her bottom, squeezed and stroked it. Moans fell from her mouth, bouncing off the ceiling and ricocheting around the walls. Tatiyana clamped her lips together to smother the sound, but Markos drew his teeth along her skin, and she yelped.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t.” Tatiyana smiled to assure him everything was okay. The more they touched and teased and played, the giddier Tatiyana felt. This was a dream, the most exhilarating moment of her life, and she’d never forget her thrilling, passionate night with the sexiest attorney alive. “I liked it, Markos, and I like you, too. You’re a terrific guy.”
Gazing at her, he brushed her hair away from her face. “I want more than one night with you.”
“All we have is tonight.”
His hands explored her body, tenderly stroking her skin.
“We live on opposite ends of the country,” she reminded him. “It’s just not worth it.”
“I have access to a private plane—”
“I hate being tied down. I’m a modern, contemporary woman who enjoys her freedom.”
“I thought you were looking for Mr. Right.”
“I am, but in the meantime I’m doing what I want, when I want, and who I want.”
The smile slid off his face. “You routinely have one-night stands in public places?”
“No, never, but you’re irresistible.” Seizing his hands, Tatiyana pinned them to the wall and rubbed her body against his. “Where were we?”
Markos exploded into laughter. “La mia famiglia aveva ragione. Sei un petardo!”
“You’re right. I am a firecracker, and proud of it.”
He plunged his erection between her thighs, thrusting with all his might. Needing more of him—all of him—Tatiyana opened her legs wide, inviting him deeper inside. Guilt snuck up on her, overwhelming her conscience and troubling her mind. They had a strong connection, and Markos was such a kind, sensitive man Tatiyana wished they had met under different circumstances. She’d traveled to Tampa to meet him, in the hopes he’d reconsider helping her kid sister. They were having such a good time together she was developing feelings for him. Feelings that could lead to heartbreak.
“You’re sexy as hell,” he whispered. “How did I get so lucky?”
Tatiyana