The Tycoon's Red Hot Marriage Merger (13 page)

Crimson painted across her cleavage and blossomed rose in her cheeks. “You should make it one.” Cassandra brushed her full lips against his ear and said, “After we take care of our business in Key West.”

Her breath was hot and her taut nipples moved against his chest. His blood rushed low and his cock swelled.
Dios.
He wanted her more than he had thought possible. “Right now the last thing I want to talk about is business.” Nor did he want to continue churning up the debris of his past.

She moved her hips seductively and linked her hands behind his neck. “I imagine you’ve got more pressing topics on your mind,” Cassandra said.

Unable to resist the temptation, Marco stroked beneath the hem of her dress and traced the length of her smooth thigh, stopping shy of her tight, sexy bottom. “Far more pressing.” Oh yeah. He wanted her here. Now. And forever. “And extremely interesting.”

“Interesting and risky.”

He slowed his movements to swirl Cassandra out of the crowd’s sight where only the sound of the band’s horns, guitars, and drums could find them. “Risk taking is my specialty.” And man, oh man, touching Cassandra while they were mere feet away from the people dancing in the square made his cock twitch.

Her legs trembled. “Calculated risks are mine.” She nibbled her way from his ear to his jaw and then locked her lips on his.

Marco threaded his fingers through her loose, silky hair, and he twined the strands tighter to pin her close. When her tongue teased the seam of his mouth, he let her in, inhaling her essence, desperate for so much more. He wanted to strip her naked, claim her with his hands, his mouth, his body. He wanted to feel her move under him when he buried himself in her.

The world around them evaporated until he couldn’t think. Or reason. Crazy with wanting, feasted with a hunger that went way beyond starved. One that would drain an ordinary woman, but Cassandra returned his passion, equally starved.

Marco stroked her bottom, which had a scrap of sheer silk covering it. Silk that he wanted to rip off then and there. Slowly, he moved his hand to cup her and when she didn’t resist, he moved his fingers across her damp panties.

She moaned and pressed her sexy wet center into his touch, her need matching his own. Marco caressed the underside of her breast and the curve of her small waist, anchoring her while he slipped a finger beneath the silk covering her.

Her breath quickened and she clung to him, pliant and willing and so damn hot. He swirled her heat across her clitoris and she circled her pelvis in tandem to his touch. Marco’s shaft grew harder and he struggled to control the rush of desire pumping through him.

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.