Page 36 of The Virgin's Dance with the Devil
“The restaurant’s still open for it, but I thought youcould probably do with a decent coffee after your late night. How was it?”
To Marisa’s horror, her treacherous cheeks blushed. “It was great,” she said weakly.
Luckily, her mother was too busy admiring a picture hanging above Marisa’s dressing table to notice. “Good. You need to get out and enjoy yourself more. Your father and I are…” Her words suddenly cut off when she looked down and spotted a pair of enormous, highly polished men’s shoes by her feet.
Sofia Rossellini was many things, but naïve was not one of them. Even if she was, one look at Marisa’s now beetroot face would have been all the confirmation she needed that there was a man in the room.
Slowly, she drifted her gaze the length of her furiously embarrassed daughter and then let it drift to the bed that had clearly been slept in by more than one person.
Her gaze returned to her daughter. “Good for you,” she said softly, before smiling. “Your father wants to spend the day on the beach. Let me know if you want to join us for lunch or dinner.”
Once the door was closed, Marisa slumped on the bed and covered her flaming face with her hands.
A large body fell onto his back beside her. “That was an interesting way to start the morning,” Rico commented, grabbing her waist to pull her down to him.
Twisting into him, she buried her face in his neck. “It was mortifying.”
He laughed and rolled her onto her back. For someone who just minutes ago had been fast asleep, he had the energy of someone who’d been awake for hours. “I felt like I was seventeen again.”
“I don’t want to know how many parents you’ve hidden away from.”
He slid a hand through the gap in her robe to palm a breast. “Your mother will be the last, so that’s all that matters.”
“I’m sorry for freaking out.”
He grinned and slowly kneaded her breast. “It was fun watching you panic – you’re normally so serene and composed.”
Impossibly, she could already feel arousal uncoiling deep inside her. “You should have seen me panic when she spotted your shoes.”
He skimmed his hand down to her pubis. “How did she react? I couldn’t hear.”
“She was pleased for me…” Her words trailed off as he gently rubbed her nub.
“And why was that, do you think?”
“I think she’d resigned herself to me being a vestal virgin for the rest of my life.”
“Will she be pleased when she learns the man who’s deflowered…” Keeping the friction on her now-swollen nub with his thumb, he slid a finger inside her. “… her vestal virgin is Federico Esposito?”
With the glorious sensations he was evoking, it was a struggle to speak. “She’ll be horrified. All my family will.”
“Because they believe I’m the antichrist?”
“Yes. They think all your family are.”
His eyes glittered. “You once believed that about me too.”
“A part of me still does.” But it no longer frightened her. It hadn’t for a long time.
“Imagine the children we will have,” he mused as he continued pleasuring her with his fingers. “Half angel, half devil.”
“Children?” she half-gasped; half-gasped because he’d slipped another finger inside her and was gently penetrating her, and it felt sublime.
“Many children. A football team ofthem.” He put his mouth to her ear and whispered, “After last night, there might already be a baby forming inside you.” Licking her earlobe, he moved his hand away and moved himself between her legs, covering her body deliciously.
Anticipation of what was about to happen shortened her breath.
Aware that this was all still brand new to her, Rico used the same restraint as he’d done their first time, and slowly inched his way into Marisa’s tight, wet depths. By the time he’d brought her to orgasm, her head was thrashing and her hands were gripping his buttocks, pulling him so deep into her that when his own release came, he didn’t know where he ended and she began.
