The Spaniard's Pleasurable Vengeance

His attention sharpened, his expression assessing. “What happened five years ago?”

“My world imploded.”

“You cannot make such a statement and not explain.”

She shook her head. “Some things are too painful for the consumption of strangers.”

“Are we still strangers?” His expression turned carnal. “I would say we have enjoyed some very intimate moments.”

“We’ve been intimate with our bodies,” she emphasized. “Emotions and memories are another thing entirely.” A man with his experience couldn’t believe anything else, could he?

Baz climbed into the hot water with her, muscular limbs sliding against hers, accentuating the lack of barrier between them. Renewed desire sent a flush over her body, more acute than that brought on by the hot water.

His hand traveled up Randi’s leg from her ankle, stopping at the top of her inner thigh. “Let’s get a little more physically intimate, then, shall we?”

“Yes.” Relief that he was not pushing for answers about something she hadn’t meant to mention mixed with sensual delight as his hand moved against her inner thigh.

His fingertips rubbed against her most intimate flesh, making her languid with need.

He tugged her unresisting body closer. “Come here, mi hermosa.”

She let herself be pulled into him and maneuvered so she was facing away from him, leaning against the bulging muscles of his body. There was something so sexy about being in his arms in the water, her back to him, his hands on her. The message going to her sexual brain was that he was focused on her pleasure. And her pleasure alone.

Maybe she should feel bad, should do something to balance the focus, but she didn’t. This whole night, so far, felt too good, too different from anything she’d ever known.

His hands moved up her body, caressing her hips, her torso and finally settling to cup her breasts, touching already sensitized nipples, sending thrills of bliss through her.

Lips brushed behind her ear. “You are addictive, cariña.”

“The way you make me feel could easily become a necessary habit.” And wasn’t that terrifying? Because he wasn’t sticking around.

No way could he.

Not Mr. Spanish Billionaire Businessman.

“Good to hear.” He nibbled against her neck, sending shivers throughout her body.

“You think so?” Was he really blind to how bad that could be for her?

“Don’t you?” he asked against her skin, before tugging ever so gently on her earlobe with his teeth.

She convulsed with a new set of shivers. “Not so much, no.”

His laugh was unexpected, husky and warm. “You are very refreshing, Miranda.”

“I guess that is a good thing.”

He made a noncommittal sound. Maybe he’d miss refreshing. Maybe addictive was just as bad for his long-term peace of mind as hers.

One of his hands left her breast, and seconds later, a chocolate-dipped strawberry pressed against her lips. “Take a bite.” The words whispered against her ear, making the prosaic instruction all sensual and sexy.

Randi opened her mouth and let the dark chocolate and strawberry flavors burst on her tongue as she did what he told her to. She ate with decadent delight, taking a sip of her champagne after finishing the strawberry. All the while Baz continued to caress her entire body with tender stimulation, one hand touching her with more effect than should be possible.