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Оглавление“How many girls have you kissed, anyway?”
Ritz slanted a long-lashed glance at his cut lip.
“Not enough. Do you want to be next?” Roque asked.
“No!” All of a sudden, Ritz was staring again at his wide, sensual mouth and wondering what it would feel like on hers.
“Are you sure about that?” He twisted the key and punched on the radio. His fingers tapped on the dash to the salsa beat. “How about we get out and dance?”
“Here?”
His hand brushed her cheek. Electricity sparked through her. She shook her head and he laughed. The shade of the live oaks seemed to wrap them in darkness as they sat there. Beyond his chiseled profile the world was bright, the grasses high and brown, the sky cobalt-blue. And yet being in the darkness with him held more mystery and appeal than anything.
Reaching across her lap, Roque took her hand in his, startling her. When he kissed her fingers, one by one, unfolding them, she burned and ached all over.
“Come on, Ritz, let’s enjoy being outlaws together,” he whispered in a velvet, low tone that was as fascinatingly beautiful as the rest of him.
