storm,” she began.
"A bad one?"
"Yes. It was the storm of the decade they said. Mum had gone out, leaving me to baby sit the younger ones."
"You were alone?"
"Yes."
"And that happened often?"
"More than it should. But it was my life. I didn't know any different."
"And you were alone in the storm?"
Carly turned away from the thrashing storm outside. “Windows broke, the rain lashed the house, inside and out. I didn't know what to do. Then the power went out. I went outside to try and board up the windows, but I was only ten, Marco. Ten years old and trying to be an adult.” Tears gathered in her eyes.
"Too hard for a child,” he acknowledged. He held her hand, fingers lacing with hers, wishing he could have protected her then, and wanting to protect her now, to ease her pain. “Shush, don't cry."
Turning her to him, he brushed his fingers down her cheek, wiping away her tears. Her breath stilled as his thumb caressed the outline of her mouth and his eyes held hers. Soulful and full of promise.
"Please don't leave me tonight, Marco. I don't want to be alone."
"Are you sure?"
" Si ,” she teased, her accent exaggerated.
"I can see I have to give you a few Italian lessons."
"There's a lot I'd like to learn."
" Amore mio , I would teach you everything."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
* * * *
Marco's touch set Carly on fire. It was sublime, everything she thought it would be, and more.
As she lay on the bed, she watched him strip, clothes falling where he dropped them. He was a magnificent man and she couldn't take her eyes off him. Broad shoulders tapered to slim hips, the smattering of jet-black chest hair beckoning her fingers. Carly lowered her gaze, suddenly filled with a raging hungering need to explore his glorious body and any residual calm she thought she possessed shattered as he eased his long, taut body next to hers.
He reached for her and her length grazed his, chest to chest, hip to hip, the hard sensual thrust of his arousal a potent reminder that Marco was all male. Slowly his eyes darkened to a blue-black, holding hers in a powerful force. His lips sought her mouth, arousing her with a whisper soft touch. Carly groaned and her body yielded, arching against his. Marco's breathing came in short, sharp intakes and the pulse in the base of his throat throbbed. She ran a finger over it, felt it skip an erratic dance. She couldn't help but smile, enjoying his reaction to her.
"Lesson one,” he whispered in her ear.
Carly braced herself, waiting with excited expectation, her eyes closing the moment before he dropped soft shivery kisses on her eyelids, then her earlobes and continuing down to her throat.
Her skin burned with desire, her body consumed by a basic need. She wound her arms around his neck, holding on, praying it wasn't a dream and like a genie, he would vanish. With the tip of her fingers sliding through his silky hair, the texture a sensual play against her own soft skin, she tilted his head down to her breast and arched up to meet him.
"You taste delicious,” he groaned as he suckled on one pebble hard nub.
Hearing his whispered ecstasy, she smiled, satisfied. Nothing else mattered. “I'm learning,” she managed to speak between the teasing kisses he dotted across her lips, her eyes, her face.
"You're a good student,” he agreed and sought solace from her other breast. “Your body is so responsive, cara mia ."
"I...” Carly couldn't think clearly, her mind fragmented. She could only feel, touch, and taste. All thought beyond the now was gone.
Reacting with a compulsion and desire so strong she arched her hips to his. The hard masculine length of him pulsed against her stomach and he began to explore her intimately, teasing her to even greater heights than she thought possible. Brazened, she slipped her hand between them and clasped him, smiling as Marco exhaled a harsh, ragged gasp.
"Lesson number two."
"I try to please,” she smiled.
"You do. Very much."
Lost
"A bad one?"
"Yes. It was the storm of the decade they said. Mum had gone out, leaving me to baby sit the younger ones."
"You were alone?"
"Yes."
"And that happened often?"
"More than it should. But it was my life. I didn't know any different."
"And you were alone in the storm?"
Carly turned away from the thrashing storm outside. “Windows broke, the rain lashed the house, inside and out. I didn't know what to do. Then the power went out. I went outside to try and board up the windows, but I was only ten, Marco. Ten years old and trying to be an adult.” Tears gathered in her eyes.
"Too hard for a child,” he acknowledged. He held her hand, fingers lacing with hers, wishing he could have protected her then, and wanting to protect her now, to ease her pain. “Shush, don't cry."
Turning her to him, he brushed his fingers down her cheek, wiping away her tears. Her breath stilled as his thumb caressed the outline of her mouth and his eyes held hers. Soulful and full of promise.
"Please don't leave me tonight, Marco. I don't want to be alone."
"Are you sure?"
" Si ,” she teased, her accent exaggerated.
"I can see I have to give you a few Italian lessons."
"There's a lot I'd like to learn."
" Amore mio , I would teach you everything."
"I was hoping you'd say that."
* * * *
Marco's touch set Carly on fire. It was sublime, everything she thought it would be, and more.
As she lay on the bed, she watched him strip, clothes falling where he dropped them. He was a magnificent man and she couldn't take her eyes off him. Broad shoulders tapered to slim hips, the smattering of jet-black chest hair beckoning her fingers. Carly lowered her gaze, suddenly filled with a raging hungering need to explore his glorious body and any residual calm she thought she possessed shattered as he eased his long, taut body next to hers.
He reached for her and her length grazed his, chest to chest, hip to hip, the hard sensual thrust of his arousal a potent reminder that Marco was all male. Slowly his eyes darkened to a blue-black, holding hers in a powerful force. His lips sought her mouth, arousing her with a whisper soft touch. Carly groaned and her body yielded, arching against his. Marco's breathing came in short, sharp intakes and the pulse in the base of his throat throbbed. She ran a finger over it, felt it skip an erratic dance. She couldn't help but smile, enjoying his reaction to her.
"Lesson one,” he whispered in her ear.
Carly braced herself, waiting with excited expectation, her eyes closing the moment before he dropped soft shivery kisses on her eyelids, then her earlobes and continuing down to her throat.
Her skin burned with desire, her body consumed by a basic need. She wound her arms around his neck, holding on, praying it wasn't a dream and like a genie, he would vanish. With the tip of her fingers sliding through his silky hair, the texture a sensual play against her own soft skin, she tilted his head down to her breast and arched up to meet him.
"You taste delicious,” he groaned as he suckled on one pebble hard nub.
Hearing his whispered ecstasy, she smiled, satisfied. Nothing else mattered. “I'm learning,” she managed to speak between the teasing kisses he dotted across her lips, her eyes, her face.
"You're a good student,” he agreed and sought solace from her other breast. “Your body is so responsive, cara mia ."
"I...” Carly couldn't think clearly, her mind fragmented. She could only feel, touch, and taste. All thought beyond the now was gone.
Reacting with a compulsion and desire so strong she arched her hips to his. The hard masculine length of him pulsed against her stomach and he began to explore her intimately, teasing her to even greater heights than she thought possible. Brazened, she slipped her hand between them and clasped him, smiling as Marco exhaled a harsh, ragged gasp.
"Lesson number two."
"I try to please,” she smiled.
"You do. Very much."
Lost
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