Page 195 of Marcello

The taste of him…

The softness of his tongue…

How confident he was…

How much he wanted me…

I was delirious with pleasure.

But it all very nearly came crashing down.

Drunk though I was on champagne and kisses, I had a vague sense it was getting late. “What time is it?”

“Time for a kiss,” he said as he leaned in close.

I giggled. “No, seriously – what time is it?”

He checked his watch. “A little after 3.”

AFTER THREE?!

Panic filled my entire body. “Oh my GOD – I’ve got to go!”

Now he was panicking. “Wait – what?!”

“I have to go!” I said as I headed for the stairs.

There was some back-and-forth yelling between us –

Until he circled around in front of me and said, “Spend the night with me.”

Time stopped.

I stood there in shock, my body suddenly uncomfortably hot.

I imagined what he would look like naked…

On top of me…

Inside of me.

I was suddenly very, very wet.

He looked deep into my eyes. “You’re the most beautiful, incredible, smart, funny woman I’ve ever met. I feel a connection with you I’ve never felt with anyone. Please… spend the night with me.”

A little voice chattered in the back of my mind.

This is insane –

You don’t even KNOW him!

But I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to sneak out again…

Or if I would ever have this chance again.

And I wanted it badly… wanted him badly…

More than anything I’d ever wanted before. Even more than sneaking out and getting my freedom.