Page 22 of Forbidden Bride (Forbidden 1)
Instead, he suddenly pulls away, ignoring my desperate attempt to hold him close to me as he wrestles with the endless layers of my skirt, hiking the pile of fabric up until my bare legs are exposed to the night air. Pushing my thighs wide, Marco dips his head under my skirt and puts his lips where his fingers were. The heat of his mouth seeps through my underwear and burns against my throbbing clit. His mouth isn’t even touching my bare skin, but God…the pressure of his mouth slowly opening and closing…oh God, that’s his tongue flicking there…his lips, his teeth, his tongue. A wail escapes me. My eyes are shut tight, but I swear I can still see the stars.
“Marco, yes, yes,” I moan, over and over again, my hands fisting the blanket as an orgasm explodes through me. It’s fast and intense and I’m groaning so loud I’m sure all of Napa Valley can hear me. I’m panting, dying, flying and crashing, grinding myself against his mouth, riding the waves. “Oh my God. Yes. Marco.”
When I finally catch my breath, he moves back and smooths my skirt down before lying beside me again. His fingers trail down the side of my face, and he presses a soft kiss to my lips.
“Just think of what it will be like when I’m inside you,” he says.
I don’t say anything. But inside, I’m thinking only one thing—I can’t wait.
His arm wraps around me and I rest my head on his chest, both of us just breathing each other in beneath the stars. I wish this night could last forever.
Why did I think a quick tryst with him before I got married was all I would want? I can’t lie to myself—I’m seriously into him. Is this what all that “love at first sight” stuff is about? Because I think I finally understand the instalove of Romeo and Juliet. And if this is the kind of romance that Shakespeare was trying to convey, then yeah. I get it now. I totally get it.
When I look up at Marco again, he has his eyes closed and a smile on his lips. My sweet Romeo…
I’d be wise to remember that Shakespeare’s story ended in tragedy.
But I can’t help dreaming that ours won’t.
