Smiling, Narciso turned to watch his wife emerge from behind the bar and walk towards him, her stunning body swaying beneath her sarong in a way that made his throat dry.
She reached him and handed him another drink. ‘What was that all about?’
‘Just me bragging shamelessly on how lucky I am to have found you.’
She laughed. ‘Yeah, about that. You might need to pull back on the gushing a bit. You’re putting our friends off.’
He caught her around her waist, tugged her mask aside and kissed her thoroughly. ‘I have no intention of pulling back. Anyone who dares to approach me will be told how wonderful and gorgeous my wife is.’
His pulse soared when her fingers caressed his collarbone. ‘I love you, Narciso.’
‘And I love that I’ve made you happy enough to keep you from sleepwalking lately.’
‘That reminder just lost you one brownie point.’
He pulled her closer. ‘Tell me how to win it back, per favore,’ he whispered fervently against her lips.
‘Dance with me. And never stop telling me how much you love me.’
‘For as long as I live, you’ll know it, amante. That is my promise to you.’