Page 128 of Forbidden Desire

She wraps her hands around my neck and looks up at me. My hands find their way to her hips. I lean down and watch as her eyes flutter closed before I brush my lips against hers. She parts her lips and I feel her breathe me in. I take it as an opportunity to run my tongue between them, causing a quiet whimper to escape her throat. She opens her mouth wider, and I coax her tongue with mine. I’m already growing hard by the taste of her and the feeling of her against me.

She reaches for my hands and pulls me to follow her to our bedroom. My eyes don’t leave hers as she leads me through the apartment. A slight smile plays across her lips and all I want is to kiss her again. Everywhere.

Once we’re in our bedroom, she leads me to our bed where we stand just at the edge of it. I turn her so her back is to the bed, and reach up to the bare skin of her tan shoulders, sliding my thumbs under the thin straps of her dress. I pull them slowly down her arms, my eyes falling to where her breasts spill out.

I reach up and trace circles around her perfect flesh. Her eyes close and she tilts her head back slightly. I lean in and press my lips against her neck, while my fingertips continue to circle her breasts, tightening their reach until they brush across her erect nipples. My breath hitches at the feeling, knowing how much she wants me too.

Her hands pull at the white fabric of her dress, pulling her white lace underwear with it, until they fall at her feet, leavingher naked before me. I kiss her neck one more time before pulling back and taking her perfect body in. I know I can’t wait much longer to dive into her. My erection is pressing adamantly against the resisting fabric of my slacks.

I see her eyes fall to it and her top teeth dig into her bottom lip hungrily. Her hands are suddenly at the waistband of my pants, unfastening the button and pulling at the zipper. She wants it as much as I do. It’s not long until my pants are at the floor and her hands are at the hem of my shirt, tugging it above my head. She takes a small step back and falls back onto the bed, her eyes traveling down. She sucks in a quiet breath when she sees just how much I want her.

She pulls herself backward across the plush bedding, and props herself on her elbows, watching me. She continues watching me as she slowly spreads her legs in invitation. I swallow hard at just how sexy she is. I climb over her, my lips desperate to find hers. Our tongues move against the other in a slow dance as I hover over her, every fiber in me desperately screaming for her.

I reach down between her legs and feel her back hitch at my touch between her upper thighs. I trace her in circular motions with my thumb, slowly at first, only moving faster once her hands are desperately pulling at my hair, quiet moans escaping her. As I move against her, I dip a finger into her warm wetness with ease. She doesn’t need coaxing.

Her hands reach for my hips that hang above her and I know what she wants. I slowly pull my hand away from her as she wraps her hand around me, guiding me toward her. I position myself slightly, so the tip of me is against her. She looks up at meand I suck in a breath at the desperate look in her eyes. I give her what she wants, what we both want. Guiding the length of me inside her, letting out a growl as I feel her surround me tightly.

Chapter 61

Marco

The next morning, early afternoon really, I wake up to Erica’s warm body curled into mine. She’s sleeping peacefully, her breath steady and slow. I prop myself up on my elbow and look at her. Her olive skin is wrapped in the sheets, the outline of her breasts rising and falling with each breath, her dark hair splayed out across her pillow. If I wake up like this forever, I’ll be one happy man. I bring my lips to her neck and kiss her softly. She stirs slightly.

“Good morning,” I whisper against her smooth skin.

She murmurs an incoherent string of sounds and nuzzles closer to me. I wonder if she’s awake enough to feel me growing harder against her, as if I didn’t get enough of her last night. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. Not even now, as I want another helping. I can’t help it. I have a beautiful naked woman that Ilove in my bed. She turns her head and looks at me, her eyes blinking slowly before a smirk spreads across her lips.

“Good morning to you, too,” she whispers through her smile, her eyes gesturing down below.

To my surprise, she seems wide awake now as she presses her smooth ass against me underneath the sheets in a silent invitation. I smile down at her before reaching down and gripping her hips, positioning myself behind her. She tilts her head up slightly and I meet her for a kiss, just as I ease my way inside her. She moans softly against my mouth as I press against her from behind, pushing further into her. I groan as she surrounds me. I move in and out of her gently, our lips never leaving each other.

“Harder,” she whispers in a quiet growl against my mouth.

Just that word alone could make me come right now, but I want to hold out a little longer. I do as she says, my hands roaming up her abdomen to her breasts, cupping them as I pump into her faster. I take her nipples between my fingers and they peak against my touch as I roll them in my fingertips. She breaks free from my kiss and buries her face into her pillow, drowning out her moans as if she needs to be quiet.

I pound against her, my breath growing heavier with every movement. Her leg wraps behind her, and around my thigh, giving me better access, which I greedily take. I start to throb inside her. The feeling of her closing in around me and the sound of her gruff moans bringing me to climax. I grasp herbreasts tightly as I explode, filling her as she lets out a scream of pleasure into the pillowcase.

We lay there spooning, catching our breath, my arms wrapped around her. It’s rare to have mornings like this, since we have Josie. She’s practically an alarm clock, waking up at the same time every day. As soon as it hits 7 a.m., she’s babbling up a storm from her crib. Morning sex just isn’t an option, so I’m relishing this.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” says Erica, turning in the sheets to face me.

“Good.” I nip at her lips with my teeth. “Because I know I’ll never get enough of you.”

She smiles at me and wraps her arms around me, her hands at my back as she buries her face in my bare chest. I breathe her in, soaking up this moment. I love this woman so much.

After a few minutes, she rolls over and looks at the clock.

“It’s nearly eleven,” she says.

“Is that okay?” I ask.

“Mhmm. Just weird without Josie here.” She shrugs. “Not bad weird. Obviously. I’d start all my mornings like that if I could.”

“We’d have to start waking up a hell of a lot earlier.” I laugh.

“Which means we’d have to start going to bed a hell of a lot earlier,” she says, kissing me through her words.

“True.”

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