Page 5 of Devil's Bride

Chuckling, I threw open the door, almost dropping the slender tube as I headed outside. I’d never considered myself clumsy, but when I ran smack into a hard substance, I almost tumbled to the floor.

“What the…” At least I managed to bite back a series of very American curse words before spewing them, jerking my head up to stare into the most insanely gorgeous pair of obsidian eyes.The extreme cocktail of emotions from running into a rock-hard body assaulted my senses almost violently.

There was no doubt the man I’d run into was the one from the other side of the room. I was forced to suck in my breath as I drank in the brutal cut of his chin and his sloping jawline stubbled with a hint of a beard. He was even more gorgeous up close, his dark, wavy hair longer than most men who worked in what I considered a highly conservative field. It was slightly tousled as if he’d just engaged in a lust-filled night of passion. With an aristocratic nose and cheekbones most actors would die for, he was the epitome of a photographic face.

Wearing a wry smile, he kept a firm, steadying grip on my arm as he allowed his gaze to fall.

There was silence between us with maybe a hint of annoyance, but that allowed me to bask in him in his entirety. He wasn’t dressed like any other man in the restaurant, the five-star establishment requiring appropriate attire.

His aura told me he was a rule breaker and that instantly attracted me even though I considered myself a staunch follower of rules, laws, and moral decency. From the soft pleat of his tailored yet casual cream linen pants housing muscular thighs to the stunning ultramarine-blue jacket accentuating his broad shoulders and lean waist, my mouth was watering.

That was so not like me.

When you threw in the too-tight tee shirt hugging his sculpted physique and clearly defined abs, my mind insisted I’d died and gone to alpha male heaven.

Get a grip, girl. Snap out of it.

“I am so sorry. I should have been paying attention to where I was going,” he said, his English flawless while his Spanish accent remained full of promises of romance.

I was instantly drawn to him, my breath stolen for a few precious seconds until I realized I had my hand placed directly in the center of his chest. The realization felt far too personal, so much so I curled my fingers, pulling my fisted hand away.

“No need for apologies. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Most men would back away once knowing the person they kept from falling on their face was perfectly fine.

Not this man.

He crowded my space instead, narrowing his eyes as he peered into mine. There was a blatant, fiery chemistry between us, a knowing hunger that I knew was rare since I’d never found it before. Not that I’d been looking. He placed his hand on the wall next to me and I noticed the tattoos stamped on his fingers, the letters in Spanish.

Even his hands were gorgeous, strong and powerful like the rest of him.

The need crawling through me was insatiable like the darkness my father commanded in all aspects of his life.

The mystery man pressed the full weight of his body against mine and I was no longer just breathless, I was strangely mesmerized even if there was a slight nagging in the back of my mind. I never allowed anyone to get close. Yet it appeared he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Mi velada se volvió mucho más satisfactoria desde que un ángel entró en mi vida.” His words were little more than a husky whisper said right before he captured my mouth.

My evening just became much more satisfying since an angel walked into my life.

I’d been kissed before, but not like this. Nothing in my world had prepared me for a rough kiss that literally took my breath away. I sensed nothing about the man was gentle. He was drowning and I was the only one who could save him.

I was almost instantly tipsy although I’d only had two glasses of champagne, the lightheadedness enough I was forced to wrap my fingers around his shirt. The moment he slipped his tongue past my lips, I involuntarily arched my back. The scent of him was incredible, hints of dark wood and citrus mixed with exotic spices evoking filthy visions.

The kiss was so entirely unexpected that I would have thought myself frozen, but I wasn’t, instead shifting my hips back and forth. The man was hard as a rock while my nipples were fully aroused, my pussy throbbing.

He tasted of warm liquor and mint, the mixture intoxicating. He was rough and unforgiving, holding me hostage as if I was his possession.

When he finally pulled away, I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip. If anyone else had done something so erratic, he’d have experienced my displeasure as a sharp crack of my hand.

His smile was on the devilish side, which exaggerated the dimple in his chin.

“Do that again.”

I was so breathless that I barely recognized what I’d just demanded.

“Be careful asking something like that of a man like me.”

“I’m not asking.”

He didn’t give me any time to catch my breath before kissing me again, immediately thrusting his tongue past my lips. He fisted my hair, holding me in place as if I dared want to go anywhere else. Everything about the moment was sinful, a decadent taste that I should never have allowed.

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