Not only his lean, savagely handsome face, but his body that more than lived up to its promise once the ragged clothing had been removed.
His bronzed skin was smooth and stretched tautly over the lean, sculpted muscles that rippled with a fascinating ease. His chest was broad and tapered to a slender waist, his arms were toned without unnecessary bulk, and his hands were perfectly formed, with slender fingers that were currently stroking her shoulders with a tender touch that sent streaks of heat to all her most intimate places.
Yummy goodness from the top to bottom, and every place in between.
Damn him.
“You deliberately picked a room with only one bed, didn’t you?” she accused, her voice embarrassingly husky.
“I chose the room farthest from the office and out of sight of the road.” A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. “The fact that it only has one bed is a bonus.”
“Bonus for you, maybe.”
He lowered his head to nuzzle a spot just behind her ear, making Harley’s heart stutter in shock. When had that particular spot become so sensitive?
“I could make sure it’s a bonus for you as well.”
“You’re so full of yourself…” Her taunting words were completely ruined as his seeking lips found another point of weakness at the base of her throat. “Oh.”
“Oh, indeed,” he growled, nipping her collarbone. “Do you taste so sweet all over?”
His exotic, musky scent invaded her senses, seeping into her skin like the finest aphrodisiac. The distracting smell clouded her mind, which was the only explanation for why her hands lifted to stroke down the magnificent length of his back.
“What are you doing to me?” she muttered.
His soft laugh brushed over her cheek as he reached down to grasp the hem of her nightgown, and with one smooth motion had it tugged over her head and tossed across the room.
“Do you want a detailed explanation or will a brief overview do?” he demanded, arching back to run a searing gaze over her body, now covered in nothing more than a pair of white panties.
Harley shivered, the golden gaze a near tangible force as it lingered on her oddly heavy br**sts.
“You know what I mean.”
“Actually, I don’t have a clue.”
“You’re using some sort of power to…”
He shifted, settling between her legs that had instinctively widened. Lowering his head, the raven hair brushed against the puckered tips of her ni**les.
“To what?”
“To seduce me.”
His tongue flicked over her nipple, the rough stroke wrenching a moan from her throat.
“Power?”
She dug her nails into the smooth skin of his lower back. “Don’t laugh at me.”
He continued to tease her nipple, his hardening erection pressing with flawless precision against her feminine core. Oh…God. It felt good. Insanely good.
“Laughing is not what I want to be doing with you,” he said, kissing a path between her br**sts.
“Giuliani.”
With a low groan, Salvatore surged upward to claim her lips in an openmouthed kiss that was hard with unrestrained hunger. Need blazed through her like wildfire, searing away any hope of resistance.
“I don’t know what power you’re talking about, cara, unless it’s the potent appeal of my manly charm,” he husked against her lips. “Which I’ve been told is irresistible.”