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Water cascaded over our heads. Not that I needed to worry about my dress or shoes. They were both ruined from my swim. I tipped my face to the water. My eyes closed, and my lips parted. The warmth of the water chased the chill from my flesh, but it was Marco’s hand on my neck that had my body heating.
“Can I kiss you?”
My eyes snapped open. Then his warm breath danced over my lips. I closed my eyes again as his mouth descended onto mine. I’d dreamed this moment. His lips crushed to mine, his palm holding me hostage as his mouth conquered mine. A low growl vibrated from him and seeped into me.
His tongue slid into my mouth, tasting me. Dark, dangerous thoughts collided in my head. He was going to wreck me. I’d fallen in love with the idea of him. Tonight, my fairytale had become my nightmare when I’d learned I wouldn’t be the one he wanted in his bed. And yet, I couldn’t resist the temptation of his mouth.
God, I’d waited for him, to feel his masculine hands on me. I’d only had the touch of my own fingers on my breasts and slipping through the wetness between my legs.
My arms dropped to my side as I leaned into him. I’d kissed boys when I was a girl, and I’d shared a disastrous kiss once with Knox. Never had I burned the way I did for Marco.
I stared into his eyes as I slicked my tongue over my lip, wishing for another intoxicating taste of him.
“Don’t be afraid to touch me.”
My core clenched with his whispered words. I lowered my gaze and lifted my hand to his sternum. His flesh quivered with the brush of my fingertips. With my arm lifted, my dress slipped from my chest.
With one hand wrapped around the back of my neck, he slanted his mouth over mine again. As he claimed me, I kissed him back. I followed his lead, sliding my tongue against his. Tasting, exploring, and sinking deeper into the dangerous waters of desire.
Marco groaned, and his thumb rasped against my nipple. With a gentle turn, he shifted me, pressing my back against the marble shower wall. I tried to step out of my dress, but my feet tangled in the folds of fabric.
He cupped my breast in his large hand, then pinched my pebbled nipple between his thumb and finger. I tried to widen my legs, to feel the press of his cock against the fierce ache building in my core. My knees weakened as he set fire to my flesh.
“Marco, wait.” My breathless voice echoed with the softly falling cascade of water.
Marco’s hand slid along my neck and onto my shoulder. The thick, hard length pressed against me. He rocked into me.
Too fast. Too real. I turned away from him and gulped for a breath in the steam-filled enclosure. “Wait,” I said again, needing a moment to slow the torrent of rampant needs building within me.
“Fuck,” he cursed.
“I’m stuck in my dress.”
He kissed my cheek. As he lowered to squat in front of me, his hands mapped the dips and tucks of my body. His fingers slid against the ladder of my ribs, across the soft contour of my belly. My arrested breath tightened my chest as he stared at the valley between my legs.
At least the water would hide the wetness leaking from inside me. My clit throbbed, and my internal muscles clenched in anticipation of his touch. He pressed his lips to my hip, drinking the warm water as it sluiced over my trembling body.
I leaned against the wall as he lifted one foot and slipped off my shoe, then the other. Muddy water swirled down the drain.
The dress and shoes were ruined. A laugh bubbled out of me. Any anger I could have for Deidre died with the temptation of Marco.
He stood and placed his palm under the dispenser for shampoo. He tipped my head back as his fingers slid along my scalp. “We’ll have a story for our grandchildren.”
“This feels too good to start talking now.” I closed my eyes. “I don’t think you want to hear most of what I want to say, and I don’t want to piss you off.”
He chuckled as the water rinsed the suds from my hair. “You haven’t feared my temper yet.”
I wiped water from my face with my fingers, opened my eyes, and met the intensity of his stare. I wanted him to be everything I had believed in. “I’m brave when I have my knife.”
“We need to start over, Allegra.”
I bowed my head. “How can we? I don’t want to argue with you, but I did listen to your conversation with Antonio. I’m not talking about your misconceptions of me.” I hated this unfamiliar feeling of insecurity. But he wanted another woman, had promised his bed to her. I tried to tamp down the lump climbing into my throat.
Marco dispensed hair conditioner and fingered it through my tangles. “An arranged marriage comes with complications but also the simplest of expectations.”
“I’ll be your little mouse, only trapped because we both know there’s only going to be one in the marriage.”
“I’ll take care of you. You get stability, protection, and children.”
