The Tycoon's Red Hot Marriage Merger, page 10
He wrenched his mouth from hers. “I want to feel you come against my hand,” he said, pushing his finger into her slick entrance.
“Oh my God, Marco.” She hitched her hips and her muscles clenched, drawing him deeper inside. “Yes.”
Tightening his hold, he drove his finger in and out of her, then rubbed her moisture over her swollen clit. It twitched, spasmed, and he could feel the peaks of her breasts pearling into tight buds. “You’re so close, Cassandra,” he whispered into her ear, thrilled with her sensual, wicked abandon. “And I’m so turned on. So fucking hot for you.” His virgin bride had a wild side that he couldn’t stop exposing.
She bucked and her wet heat flowed. “Marco, I… I...” Cassandra gasped. “The things you do…”
“Let it go.” Marco rolled his thumb over her bundle of nerves and drove two fingers into her folds, pumping in and out of her. “Show me how much you love what I’m doing. Then I’ll take you home and make love to you all night long.” Because he had to have her, needed to feel her welcoming warmth surround him and stop the world from tilting out of whack.
“I will, I can’t stop…”
“Neither can I,” he said, stroking her come across her clit and taking her mouth again to suck in her sweet, answering cries while her sex pulsed hot against his hand.
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Less than thirty minutes later, Marco opened his casa’s door. Beside him, Cassandra stroked his back and cupped his bottom. “I don’t know how I made it home without wrecking the car,” he said, lifting her before stepping inside the moonlit foyer.
“Stop talking and get me to bed.” Cassandra wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed his shirt off his shoulders, the buttons already undone during their ride home. “Because I can’t wait anymore to feel you in me.”
And, after her incredible orgasm, the amazing way she matched him in every way, Marco couldn’t wait to drive his cock all the way into her and finish what he had started. “Dios,you’re demanding.” Not that he minded. Hell, he loved this side of Cassandra. And best of all, he never had to give her up.
“What can I say,” she said. “I’m a quick study.”
“That’s one of the things I love about you.”
Her midnight blue eyes widened and a glimmer of hope sparked in their depths, but she slanted her gaze away and when she looked at him again sexy promises darkened her pupils. “Then by all means teach me more,” she said. “Because I have a lot of catching up to do before I consider myself an expert.”
His heart hammered against his sternum. He’d dodged an emotional hit, but the reprieve brought a hollow feeling to his chest. And that scared the shit out of him. “An excellent idea,” he said, then brought his mouth to hers. Their tongues dueled, and tangled in a sexy dance that spiraled into a craving for everything she had to offer.
He feasted on Cassandra, ping-ponging against the hallway’s walls while carrying her to the master bedroom. Over and over, he drank her in, wanting to stop the thinking, the remembering, and the unnerving sense of disquiet that had dogged him ever since he’d stepped foot in the village tonight.
Bursting into the shadowed room, their hands a rush of heat and desire on each other, Marco lowered Cassandra to the marble floor. “I want you naked,” he said. And he had a yearning to connect so profound that he couldn’t articulate its depth. Not without exposing more than he wanted to reveal.
“That makes two of us.” Cassandra undid her tiny tan belt and reached behind her back, the sound of her dress zipper being tugged down sweet music to his ears. “Now strip.”
His pulse echoed loud in his ears. Though he loved that Cassandra had become a bold partner in bed, part of him missed the innocence he’d claimed. He punted that foolish sentimental part to the proverbial curb. “I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he said, kicking off his shoes, and then shedding his pants and underwear in a microsecond.
Cassandra mirrored his quick work, removing her dress until only her bubblegum pink underwear and matching demi bra remained. He could see her pebbled nipples and make out the dark thatch of hair that she’d trimmed into a neat triangle down below. The scandalous, see-through fabric left little to his imagination and a full-on rush of blood filled his shaft, making it grow even larger.
“You like?” she asked, tilting her head to the left and slanting a sexy look his way.
Moisture pearled at the tip of his cock. Dios. He felt like a high school kid climbing into bed for the first time. Out of control. Out of his mind. And out of his league. Because Cassandra had more than a physical hold on him, she made him feel things he didn’t want to admit. Not to her and never to himself.
He inhaled a lungful of air, then released it slowly until he regained his equilibrium. This was about having awesome sex with Cassandra, nothing more. “Like? I love.” Marco pulled her into the circle of his arms and pushed his cock between her satin soft thighs. “But it’s got to go.” He ran his hands up her back, unsnapped her bra, tossed it to the floor, and ripped the tiny panties off.
He walked her closer to the edge of his bed until they tumbled onto the duvet, arms and legs tangling in a mad race to connect again. Then they synchronized their movements, born out of a knowing that had grown between them. Body-to-body, skin-to-skin, breath-to-whispered-breath they rediscovered each other.
Her arousal scented the air, and he reached between her legs to stroke the hot valley of her sex. She hitched her hips high, spreading her legs. He answered her silent demand and rubbed her moisture across the tight bundle of nerves between her folds. Touching her, feeling her instant response, knowing only he could give her this pleasure excited him beyond reason.
And being with her made him feel alive in ways that he hadn’t expected.
Marco kissed the hollow of her throat, could feel Cassandra’s pulse beating fast, heard her soft and sexy moans of pleasure. For him. For what he could do to her. For what no other man would give to her. And still he wanted more. More of her body. More of her surrender. More of the hope that had danced in her eyes only moments before.
His heart hammered like a gong gone wild. Warnings clanged inside his brain. Do. Not. Go. There. He pushed down that desire, refusing to trust the promise it carried, and drowned the emotions threatening to bust out. Marco pushed her legs wider apart with his thigh, taking her mouth with his.
He wouldn’t take what he needed, but he’d give what they both craved.
Feasting on her, tasting her as if for the first time, Marco teased Cassandra’s throbbing clit, caressed her breasts one by one, rolling her sensitized nipples between his thumb and index finger. He could feel the first tremors of her orgasm wave through him and his balls contracted, electricity charging through every nerve in his body.
She reached between them, grasped his cock, and stroked her hand up and down his length while moving her hips closer to take him. “Together,” she said, breaking their kiss. “I want us to come together.”
He pulled her arms over her head, locked his gaze onto hers. “And I want to see the look on your face when we do,” Marco said.
“Now, Marco.” She shifted her body to bring him near her wet heat. “Do it now.”
Her indigo eyes, trusting and oh so tender, brought a wave of yearning so strong that he nearly spoke the words he knew she wanted to hear. But Marco didn’t make promises he couldn’t believe in no matter how much he wanted to with Cassandra.
He pushed into her sweet sex, driving all the way to the hilt and watched Cassandra while he plunged in and out of her. Everything he had ever wanted reflected in her face. Passion, hope, and much, much more.
A rush of heat flamed through him and he went faster, deeper, harder until he didn’t know where he ended and she began. He only knew this was where he belonged. When his orgasm powered through him, exploding with a force he hadn’t thought possible, Cassandra stayed with him stroke for stroke. And for the first time in his life, he didn’t fly into the abyss alone.
Chapter Eleven
Cassandra pulled a gray one-piece bathing suit out of her wardrobe, and walked across the plush carpet toward the king size bed in their Key West penthouse. Late morning sunrays streamed through the floor to ceiling windows and the skyscrapers opposite theirs gleamed white against the brilliant, crystal clear sky.
She sat and read the text flashing on her cell phone’s screen. Cassandra texted her father back, thanking him for the news and silently giving herself a high five about his additional compliment. How proud he was of his genius daughter kicking the competition’s butts. Still, she wished she could turn back the hands of time and return to Argentina where everything had been so much simpler.
“Looks like the powers that be have backed off,” she called to Marco when she’d finished her reply.
Marco stood in their en suite bathroom, naked but for his black briefs, and scraped a shaver across his strong jaw. “About time.” He leaned over the bowl giving her a most excellent view of his sculpted bottom, and inspected his face. “The Barracuda’s navigation system and cutting edge technology doesn’t guarantee a win at this year’s Platinum Cup.”
Her stomach did a little pitch and roll. Everything she had worked so hard to rebuild—for Marco and her family—had been under review. And that had forced Marco to cut their honeymoon short, ending their idyllic escape and reminding her all over again that their marriage had to guarantee Marco’s acceptance into the regatta society that had shunned him four years ago.
Instead of building on their growing affection, she and Marco had fought to prove that her catamaran design didn’t give the Barracuda an unfair advantage. The final conclusion had been that her system only gave Marco a dangerous edge that tested the boundaries of wind speed.
She crossed her legs, the flirty red polka dot skirt riding a little higher up her thighs. “I’d love to find out who leaked the information to the press.”
“My security staff will take care of that.” Marco rinsed his face, and then dried it with a towel. “Meanwhile, we’ll celebrate this excellent news with everyone at the reception tonight.”
A knot formed at the base of her neck. Oh, how she dreaded that party, but this had been what she had promised Marco. “I can’t wait,” Cassandra said. Perhaps the people who had once bullied her no longer would want to belittle her just to elevate their own super inflated egos.
Marco exited the bathroom and moved across the floor, the sunlight highlighting streaks of gold in his hair. He stopped short of the four-poster bed and pointed. “What is that?” he asked.
“A bathing suit.”
Cassandra scrunched it into a ball. She’d sworn never to wear one like it again, but the scandalous bikinis Marco had purchased for her would draw too much attention. And here, in Key West, with old hurts and fears resurfacing, she didn’t want to risk exposing herself to the extra scrutiny.
“It’s ugly.” Marco shuddered. “Please tell me it will be burned immediately.”
She loosened her grip and stood, dangling it from her fingertips. “It’s more appropriate for the yacht club.”
“You’re too sexy to wear something this horrific.” Marco scooped the offending suit from her hand, crossed the floor to the bathroom, and dumped it into the trashcan. “There. It’s no longer an option.” He shot her a devilish grin and a light sparked in his emerald eyes.
Her heartbeat rang in her ears and every nerve ending tingled with awareness. There was no mistaking the intent in his gaze, especially when she had a full-on view of the outline of his shaft bulging his underwear.
“You’re the only man who has ever considered me irresistible.” Cassandra gripped the post at the foot of the bed while Marco made his way back to her. “None of the men at my club even looked at me twice. I doubt they will now even if I show up one of the bikinis you gave me.”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, then swept her hair from her forehead. “You’re a strong, beautiful, smart woman. The guys at the club are idiots.”
“I can’t blame them,” Cassandra said. “After all, it’s not like I’m model thin or a drop-dead gorgeous. And you can’t deny that I’m a geek.”
“No.” Marco kissed her neck, flicking his tongue across her skin. “But you’re a very sexy geek who has given me much more than I bargained for when we got married. And I’m glad.”
An electrical current shot through her, making her clit pulse with tiny tingles of pleasure. Marco’s desire no longer surprised her. But the fact that he liked Cassandra, that he appreciated her brains and accepted her quirky take on the world, flooded her with warmth. “I’m glad I proposed,” she said, undulating her hips against his pelvis. “Though I never expected to feel this close to anyone. You make me happy.” And he made her feel cherished, and adored. So much so that deep down a seed of hope had sprouted in Cassandra’s heart.
Though love had never been promised, in her heart she already knew it existed.
“Happy is good,” Marco said, turning her in his arms until she faced the mirrored closet doors opposite the bed. “But what will it take for you to see yourself the way I do?”
His breath was hot in her ear, bringing a rush of awareness to every erogenous zone she possessed. Confident, bold, and incredibly turned on, Cassandra held Marco’s gleaming emerald gaze in the reflection. “Why don’t you show me?” she asked.
His cock hardened and pushed into her backside. “You have an amazing, hot body.” Marco stroked his hand over her hip and higher until he cupped her breast.
Her nipples pebbled and exquisite sensations thrummed along her nerve endings. “What else?” she asked.
“I love the way your voice sounds when you get turned on—it makes me want you even more.”
Heat pooled between her thighs and she arched her back, still holding his molten eyes with hers. “You make me feel alive. Free.” She undulated her hips against his shaft, wanting to ease the ache building in her sex.
Marco circled her sensitized nipple, touching her through the fabric. “So pretty. So responsive,” he said. “I love watching you when you get aroused. Look at yourself, Cassandra. Does seeing me touch you make you want to come?”
“God. Yes.”
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, blood rushed through her veins and painted crimson on her cheeks, the swell of her breasts. Oh, how much she wanted to feel him push his cock inside her and take him all the way. Because with Marco she had become more than she had ever expected and she loved the transformation.
And she loved Marco. So much so that emotion welled in her throat, pricked behind her black as night eyes. “I want you to touch me everywhere,” Cassandra said, taking in the passion reflecting in the planes of his handsome face.
He slid her dress zipper down, and pushed it off her shoulders. When he had her naked but for her matching satin red bra and panties, Marco inhaled a sharp breath. “I love your addiction to sexy lingerie,” Marco said, then cupped her breasts, sweeping his thumb pads across her elongated nipples.
Her legs trembled and her knees buckled. Every nerve ending fired charges of electricity to her sex. Wet heat slicked her inner folds and she shimmied her bottom against his length. “You got me hooked,” she said.
His cockhead twitched while he circled one hand down her torso, slipped it into the top of her panties, and stroked through the trimmed hair until he reached her throbbing clitoris. “Hold onto the post, look at yourself when we come together,” he commanded, pushing her panties off and unsnapping the front closure of her bra to release her breasts to the room’s cool air.
She grabbed onto the post with both hands, bending in front of him. “I want you inside me, with me, when we do.” Excited beyond belief, eager to see him take her and claim her fully as his, she caught the look of raw hunger in his eyes and heard it in his guttural groan. And in that moment, a surge of power coursed through her.
Within seconds, Marco shed his briefs and held his large shaft in one hand, guiding it to her entrance from behind. “I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I make love to you.”
The sunlight went hazy, and her heartbeat accelerated. She’d never heard Marco express love when like this when they were together. But she’d known he cared by the complete and utter attention he had on her during their heated encounters. Now she believed something more had grown between them.
Love was possible.
Her heart joined her body and she wanted to give them the connection they desired. Cassandra lifted her bottom and watched the mirror, looking at the erotic and beautiful picture of Marco becoming one with her in the mirror.
He moved his length into her all the way to the hilt, and then pulled out slowly, then drove into her again, filling her. Over and over he stroked his cock into her, and she could feel his balls tighten, the throbbing of his cockhead as he neared his release.
Her orgasm began to build, tiny waves of pleasure growing into an avalanche of thrilling sensations. He shut his eyes and she could see him straining to hold back, bring her to the edge of reason with the power of his taking, refusing to lose control. Even now he only thought of her. Even now he intended to bring her to the peak of ecstasy before allowing himself to take the pleasure first. But this time, though her orgasm threatened to rock through her, she wanted to give him that gift.
“Marco, let yourself go.” She released one hand from the post and slipped it between her legs, touching herself and letting him feel her fingers dance at the base of his shaft when he buried himself into her again. “Come with me.”
His gaze locked on hers, dark and fathomless. “I won’t go without you,” he said, holding her hips and driving into her again.
“I’m right here with you.”
And her orgasm waved through her, sending her into the stratosphere, stars bursting while his release pulsed through his length and into her, his voice echoing her cries of ecstasy.
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Two hours later, Cassandra looked at a different reflection. The women at the club wouldn’t recognize her, she thought while she turned to examine the way the shimmering rose gold gown’s low slung fabric caressed the top of her bottom.
