Ava nodded and turned around. She stuck the key into the door and unlocked the room. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside. Before she could react, Marco shoved her back into a wall and slammed the door shut.
Chapter Eleven
Marco’s lips crashed down on hers as her back slammed into the wall. He grabbed her arms and pressed them above her head. His kiss was greedy. Passionate.
Ava’s heart galloped. What have I gotten myself into?
With his free hand, Marco grabbed her face in a forceful grip. His tongue licked her bottom lip. Ava felt like she’d been electrocuted. He held her firm. She could tell that he was used to being in control. And she didn’t like that. Her natural inclination was to show him who was boss. As she tried to move, Marco held her in place.
So that’s the way he wants to play it. Ava bit down softly on his lip.
He growled, before taking a step back. His breathing was heavy as his eyes bored into hers.
She smiled. “Is there a problem?”
“You’re fighting me for control.”
“I was under the impression, that this weekend was all about you giving me what I want.”
“It is, but a woman like you is always in control. Why not relinquish that in the bedroom?” he asked. He pressed himself against her.
She could feel the firm evidence of his arousal. “And what do you know about a woman like me?”
“All of the women at Gina’s party are wealthy, successful, independent… Used to being in control. I assume you’re no different.”
“You got that right.”
“Well then?”
“Well what?”
“Are you going to answer the question? Or am I going too deep?” he pressed.
Ava reached out, allowing her fingers to trail across his bare chest. “I’ve never met a man who made me want to submit in the bedroom.”
His pink lips split into a grin. Without another word, Marco grabbed her and scooped her up into his arms.
Ava’s eyes stretched wide as he carried her down the short hallway that opened up into a small living room. She barely noticed it as he moved quickly down another small hallway that lead to a large master bedroom. She had never seen anything like this on a cruise ship. The bed was set on a bronze wire frame. Intricate tangles of the frame showcased the creator’s artistic flair. Marco tossed her onto the bed.
“Hey,” Ava protested.
“Hush.”
He pulled her towards the end of the bed and knelt. She lay perfectly still as he dragged her dress up over her hips. Her black lace panties were now directly in his eyesight. His fingers caressed the wet spot her treacherous body had created on the material.
“I love a woman whose body knows what it wants.”
Ava didn’t say a word. He chuckled and then his thumbs grasped the top of her panties. Slowly, he eased them down, his eyes never leaving hers. Ava swallowed. Goosebumps rose on her arms. With amazing dexterity Marco removed the black lace without once catching it on the heels of her shoes.
Suddenly, shyness threatened to overwhelm her. She was lying on the bed, legs spread open letting a stranger have an up close and personal view of a place only her late husband had seen. She shuddered.
“Cold? Don’t worry. I’ll warm you right up.”
He smiled then. A full smile that showed his pearly white teeth, before he opened his mouth and showed her his tongue. She was sure he could see her shocked expression. Ava waited, trying to control the trembling that was threatening to seize her limbs. He’s toying with me. He knows I’m nervous already and he’s just prolonging this. He grinned as if he heard her thoughts and then with deliberate slowness he bent his head. Ava’s body tensed. Marco’s lips brushed across her wet nether lips. Again he did it, the softness of his lips teasing the bud between her legs that pulsed wantonly.
Then his lips were kissing her there. Slowly. Tenderly. Repeatedly. Ava grew wetter and then frustrated. His soft, featherlike kisses against her felt wonderful. Joseph had never bothered to try anything like this. But she wanted more.
“Please…”
Marco stopped and then looked up at her. Then he ran his tongue across her clit.
A moan escaped her lips, before she could censor her desire.
Marco did it again. He watched her. Unnerved, Ava closed her eyes. His tongue moved against her, licking over the bud that was sending waves of aching desire through her whole body. Her nipples were tight, as if someone had pinched them into hard points. She couldn’t contain her groan when Marco spread her open wider and began licking her from front to back. She was wet now. So wet. His tongue moved against the slickness of her. Ava grabbed his hair for an anchor and she began to move against him, rubbing herself against his moving tongue.
Marco’s hand tightened on her leg, pressing hard into her flesh, but Ava didn’t care. The friction of her grinding and his licking was setting her body on fire. She could feel it. The ember of desire that he’d stoked with his kiss rushing towards a full-fledged inferno. An orgasm. The forbidden friend she’d never been acquainted with as much as she’d liked, was finally about to make a much-needed appearance.
“Faster, Marco.”
Both of his hands squeezed her thighs as she rocked against him, faster and faster. Ava could feel the sweat breaking out on her forehead. So close. She moved with a fervor, the trickle of wetness running down her leg. And then it hit. Ava’s thighs shook and her back arched from the bed as the orgasm exploded between her legs, sending shockwaves all over her body. But Marco hadn’t stopped his ministrations. His mouth lapped at her with eager intent tasting everything her body had to offer. The waves of pleasure continued to roll and then slowly, it faded until Ava’s trembling body lay spent on the bed.
She released her grip on Marco’s hair and stared at him. He met her eyes and kissed her there again briefly before he rose from his knees. He loomed over her. She could see the faint moistness of her desire on his lips. He winked and then licked it away. Ava could feel the start of a new throbbing between her legs. She lay replete as Marco leaned down over her.
“Did you enjoy that?” Marco whispered.
“Yes.”
“I enjoyed it as well. And I think it is going to be a true privilege to service you this weekend.”
Marco’s lips met hers. His tongue forced its way inside her mouth and she could taste herself. She grabbed his face and kissed him harder, trying to pull him down on top of her. A knock at the door broke the spell. Ava let him go and sat up.
“Looks like our food is here. Don’t worry, bella. We have plenty of time,” Marco said.
With an unhurried stride, he left the bedroom. Ava’s hands shook as she pulled her dress down to cover her nakedness. The foreplay she’d just experienced with Marco would’ve sent her to her knees if she’d been standing up. She wondered if she could handle a whole weekend of this. She had no idea, but if what Marco had just done was a sample of his skills, then she was in for an orgasm-filled weekend. It was about damn time.
Chapter Twelve
Ava stared at the carts stretched out in front of them. She was ashamed to admit that where once those carts had been quite laden with food, there were now barely crumbs left. Apparently foreplay not only increased her appetite, but her companion’s as well.
He sat beside her in the small living room of their suite, unhurriedly eating a cupful of gelato. She watched him bring the spoon up to his mouth, sucking the sweet cream off it. She saw the hint of his tongue as he pulled the spoon from his lips. Her inner muscles clinched, remembering what he’d done to her with his tongue less than half an hour ago. A groan escaped her throat. Marco’s eyes found hers.