ocean and of passion, Carly Mason. I cannot wait. For two days your lushness has lured me. Now, we finish what we have started."
Speech died in Carly's throat as Marco took hungry possession of her mouth. She clasped at his shoulders and pulled him to her.
More. She wanted more.
Her body yearned for him, craved his touch, the taste of him. He was her drug. His lips plundered hers, devouring, taking everything she had, everything she willingly offered with an equal need, until she rocked in unison with him and the flames of desire overtook. Finally, Marco cried out her name and together they soared to a deep and total fruition.
* * * *
" Cara ,” Marco's strident voice interrupted her slumber. She rolled over. This wasn't how it was meant to be—afterwards. She didn't want to wake up. She wanted to dream, to remember, to...
"Wake up."
Carly bolted upright, blinked several times and groaned as the morning light seared her barely awake brain. “What's the matter?"
"We have a problem.” Marco spoke so matter-of-factly goosebumps slithered up and down her arms, a prickling fear welling in the pit of her stomach.
Was this how morning afters started? What was he going to say? Sorry it was a mistake, can you please go to your own room . Carly looked about. She was in her own room. She didn't want to hear this and shimmied down the bed, yanking the cover up over her. “Not now Marco. I'm tired."
Marco's warm breath brushed across her the curve of her neck. “I'm sorry, cara mia, but we have to discuss this."
She pushed the corner of the sheet away from her face and looked up into his very somber expression. It didn't bode well. “What's got you so serious this early in the morning? Don't tell me you're not a morning person,” Carly teased. She knew she was babbling, but anything to stay the execution.
" Cara .” Hearing the gentle but insistent tone in his voice she sat up, careful to wrap the sheet about her. If it's over already, no need to let him get an eyeful she thought sourly.
"Protection."
She looked blank. “Protect ... oh my God."
"Even he can't help us. Are you?"
"Me?” she squeaked.
"Yes.” Gone were the passion-filled eyes, the twinkling glint of mischief.
She blustered. “Yes, of course.” And waved a dismissive hand at him. “Don't worry about it.” What were the chances? A one-off. Surely not?
Marco visibly relaxed and Carly tried to follow his lead. “It's my fault,” he said. “I could not hold back. I am a man. I should have had more sense. Next time..."
"Next time?"
" Si , like now, my sweet.” Marco grinned and glanced down his length. Her gaze followed. “Even now my body yearns for you sweet Carly."
"It does?” Oh, yeah, it sure did.
"But this time,” he said turning to the side table beside the bed and reaching for the foil. “This time we are prepared, together."
Carly had no time to reply, no time to think. Again she could only feel. Circled in his arms, he led her on a journey of slow, body tingling, mind-blowing lovemaking. A journey she never wanted to end, one she thought could never be repeated.
But it was. Over and over again.
Chapter 7
The end had arrived.
Marco lay beside her, asleep, his breathing regular and one arm slung possessively across her waist.
Four days had come and gone. Funny how a few days ago she wanted it to be over as quickly as possible. Now, she wasn't so sure.
As Marco turned toward her, his long lean frame rubbed against her bare skin and the tangled sheets fell away leaving him naked. Her eyes shuttered, blotting him out of view. She had to be strong. Get back to business.
But just as it had the last few days, his touch sent an unwavering heat threading through her veins, lighting a deep and intense need to be with him, to feel him inside her. Shutting her eyes couldn't drown out those feelings. They intensified every minute. It was as if his body was a current and sent a shaft of longing straight through her like an electric
Speech died in Carly's throat as Marco took hungry possession of her mouth. She clasped at his shoulders and pulled him to her.
More. She wanted more.
Her body yearned for him, craved his touch, the taste of him. He was her drug. His lips plundered hers, devouring, taking everything she had, everything she willingly offered with an equal need, until she rocked in unison with him and the flames of desire overtook. Finally, Marco cried out her name and together they soared to a deep and total fruition.
* * * *
" Cara ,” Marco's strident voice interrupted her slumber. She rolled over. This wasn't how it was meant to be—afterwards. She didn't want to wake up. She wanted to dream, to remember, to...
"Wake up."
Carly bolted upright, blinked several times and groaned as the morning light seared her barely awake brain. “What's the matter?"
"We have a problem.” Marco spoke so matter-of-factly goosebumps slithered up and down her arms, a prickling fear welling in the pit of her stomach.
Was this how morning afters started? What was he going to say? Sorry it was a mistake, can you please go to your own room . Carly looked about. She was in her own room. She didn't want to hear this and shimmied down the bed, yanking the cover up over her. “Not now Marco. I'm tired."
Marco's warm breath brushed across her the curve of her neck. “I'm sorry, cara mia, but we have to discuss this."
She pushed the corner of the sheet away from her face and looked up into his very somber expression. It didn't bode well. “What's got you so serious this early in the morning? Don't tell me you're not a morning person,” Carly teased. She knew she was babbling, but anything to stay the execution.
" Cara .” Hearing the gentle but insistent tone in his voice she sat up, careful to wrap the sheet about her. If it's over already, no need to let him get an eyeful she thought sourly.
"Protection."
She looked blank. “Protect ... oh my God."
"Even he can't help us. Are you?"
"Me?” she squeaked.
"Yes.” Gone were the passion-filled eyes, the twinkling glint of mischief.
She blustered. “Yes, of course.” And waved a dismissive hand at him. “Don't worry about it.” What were the chances? A one-off. Surely not?
Marco visibly relaxed and Carly tried to follow his lead. “It's my fault,” he said. “I could not hold back. I am a man. I should have had more sense. Next time..."
"Next time?"
" Si , like now, my sweet.” Marco grinned and glanced down his length. Her gaze followed. “Even now my body yearns for you sweet Carly."
"It does?” Oh, yeah, it sure did.
"But this time,” he said turning to the side table beside the bed and reaching for the foil. “This time we are prepared, together."
Carly had no time to reply, no time to think. Again she could only feel. Circled in his arms, he led her on a journey of slow, body tingling, mind-blowing lovemaking. A journey she never wanted to end, one she thought could never be repeated.
But it was. Over and over again.
Chapter 7
The end had arrived.
Marco lay beside her, asleep, his breathing regular and one arm slung possessively across her waist.
Four days had come and gone. Funny how a few days ago she wanted it to be over as quickly as possible. Now, she wasn't so sure.
As Marco turned toward her, his long lean frame rubbed against her bare skin and the tangled sheets fell away leaving him naked. Her eyes shuttered, blotting him out of view. She had to be strong. Get back to business.
But just as it had the last few days, his touch sent an unwavering heat threading through her veins, lighting a deep and intense need to be with him, to feel him inside her. Shutting her eyes couldn't drown out those feelings. They intensified every minute. It was as if his body was a current and sent a shaft of longing straight through her like an electric
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