The Price of Success (14 page)

His gaze dropped to her legs. A hoarse sound rumbled from his throat. A look entered his eyes—one that made her excited and afraid at the same time.

‘Marco, I said—’

‘I heard you.’ Still, he didn’t move away. Instead, he extracted his phone and issued a terse command in Spanish, his gaze on her the whole time.

Sasha dropped the box on the bed and took a deep calming breath, willing her skin to stop tingling, her heartbeat to slow down. Her senses were too revved up, ready to unleash the full power of her conflicted feelings for this man.

‘Let’s go.’ He finally moved out of the doorway.

‘I’m not going anywhere with you until you tell me what you’re doing here,’ she responded.

He speared a hand through his hair, mussing up the luxurious strands even more. ‘Does it matter why I’m here, Sasha? Are you happy to see me?’ he demanded in a low, charged tone.

She hated the fire that raced through her veins, stinging her body to painful life in a way even her first race win hadn’t been able to achieve.

‘Less than half an hour ago you had another woman all over you. Last time I checked, my name wasn’t Sloppy Seconds Sasha.’

He swore under his breath. ‘You know, you’re the most difficult, infuriating woman I know.’

Despite the raspy vehemence in his tone, she smiled. ‘Thank you.’

He took her arm and led her to the lift. ‘It wasn’t a compliment.’

‘I know. But I’ll take it as one.’ She tried not to breathe too deeply of his scent as he stepped in beside her.

The lift whisked them upwards. From the corner of her eye she saw him turn his phone off and shove it into his pocket.

The doors opened onto a space that was so beautiful Sasha couldn’t speak for several seconds. In the soft breeze potted palm trees swayed. Strategically placed lights gave the space an exotic but intimate feel that just begged to be enjoyed. Several feet away an endless, boomerang shaped infinity pool poised over the tip of the hotel’s tower glimmered blue and silver.

Then she noticed what was missing. ‘It’s empty.’ There wasn’t a single soul on the sixtieth-floor skydeck.

‘Sí.’

The way he responded had her turning to face him.

‘You had something to do with it?’

A simple nod.

‘Why?’

His shook his head in disbelief. ‘That’s the hundredth question you’ve asked since I knocked on your door. I didn’t want your swim to be interrupted.’

She kicked away her slippers, her temperature rising another notch when his gaze dropped to her bare feet. ‘This pool is three times the size of an Olympic pool. It’s hardly cramped.’

His gaze turned molten. ‘I wanted privacy.’ He released the last button on his shirt and it fell open to reveal a golden washboard torso.

Heat piled on. Beneath the Lycra bikini, her nipples tightened, and her stomach muscles quivered with a need so strong she could barely breathe. ‘I see. Will you snarl at me if I ask why?’

‘Yes,’ he snarled.

Striding to her, he drew the hem of her kaftan over her head and tossed it over his shoulder. Then he took her hair tie, raked his fingers through the strands and secured her hair on top of her head.

Fresh waves of desire threatened to drown her. ‘Marco …’

‘How many laps do you need to be less tense?’

‘Tw—twenty.’ She couldn’t drag her eyes from the beauty of his face, from the sensual, inviting curve of his mouth.

‘Twenty laps it is, then.’ He shrugged off his shirt, then released his belt.

Her eyes widened. ‘What are you doing?’

‘What does it look like?’

‘Urn …’

Without warning he leaned forward and sniffed the skin between her neck and shoulder. ‘You’re covered in
eau de
Sleazy Rock Star. I smell of cloying Italian perfume. What say we wash the scent of other people off our skin, and then we’ll talk,
sí
?

‘Marco …’

He swore under his breath. ‘Go, Sasha. I need to cool off, or
Dios
help me, I won’t be responsible for my actions.’

She went, with the heaviness of his hot gaze scorching her skin.

Pausing at one end of the pool, she stretched her arms over her head. At his sharp intake of breath, she let a sensual smile curve her lips.

The water was a welcome but temporary relief from the sensations arcing between them. He dived in after her a second later,
quickly caught up with her and matched her stroke for stroke. When she swam faster, to escape the frenzied need clawing inside, he kept up with her.

His presence made every stroke of water against her skin feel like a caress. At the last lap he increased his pace and heaved himself out of the water. She clung to the side, her lungs heaving, and watched the play of water on his magnificent body as he returned to the poolside.

‘Out,’ he commanded tersely, his hand holding out a towel like a bull-baiting matador.

She rose out of the pool, careful not to look at the wet clinginess of his boxers. He folded the towel around her, his movements brisk as he rubbed the moisture off her. Then he swung her into his arms and carried her to the enclosed cabana a few feet away.

Two silk-covered loungers stood side by side, separated by a table laid out with several platters of food, from local delicacies to caviar on blinis. In a sterling silver tub a linen-draped bottle of vintage champagne chilled on ice.

Marco set her down on the lounger and picked up the bottle.

Sasha forced her gaze from the play of muscles and looked at the table. ‘There’s enough here to feed an army.’ Reaching for a small plate, she dished out grilled prawns and fragrant rice.

‘You don’t like caviar?’

She grimaced. ‘It smells funny and tastes disgusting. I don’t know why people eat the stuff.’ She took a mouthful of her food and felt the explosion of textures on her tongue. Thankfully she managed to swallow without choking. ‘Now,
this
is heavenly.’ She took another mouthful and groaned.

Marco took his seat across from her and held out one glass of champagne, his gaze never leaving hers. What she glimpsed in the heated depths made her heart quicken.

‘Marco—’

‘Eat. We’ll talk when you’re done.’

How can I eat?
she wanted to ask. Especially when his eyes followed her every move. But words refused to form on her lips.
It was as if he’d cast some sort of spell on her. Maybe he was a vampire after all, she thought hysterically.

The thought should have lightened her mood, made it easier for her to cope, but all it did was cause a fevered shudder to race down her spine.

Clawing in a desperate breath, she set the plate aside. ‘Let’s talk now. You invited me to the concert, then ignored me to make out with your girlfriend. What else is there to talk about?’

‘Flavia’s not my girlfriend, and I wasn’t making out with her. She was congratulating me on the team’s win, just like a lot of people have done tonight.’

‘She was
all
over you. And you didn’t seem to mind.’

‘I was … preoccupied.’

She snorted. ‘Evidently.’

‘Para el amor de Dios!
I was waiting in the VIP room for you! The Prime Minister turned up when I was about to come and meet you. I tried to get away as quickly as possible, only to find you were more interested in plastering yourself all over your favourite rock star. It was very evident you didn’t have a bra on, but tell me—were you even wearing panties under that dress?’

A harsh flush of anger tinged his cheekbones. This was the angriest she’d ever seen Marco. The reason why stopped her breath.

‘You were jealous?’

His jaw clenched. ‘Do you mean was that what I expected when I had the band flown over for you? No. Did I want to break every bone in his pathetically thin body?
Sí
. For starters.’

The air thickened around them.

A thousand different questions rushed into her mind. One emerged.

‘I’m not stupid, Marco, I know where this is going. But what about the consequences? The ones that made you avoid me for the past three weeks?’

He abandoned his glass and rested his hands on his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. ‘Seeing you in another man’s arms has simplified my decision. For the sake of my sanity, and to avoid murder charges, no more staying away,’ he rasped.

‘Right. Well, I’m happy for you and your sanity. But what about what
I
want?’

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.’