Marriage: Impossible (Voretti Family Book 1) by Ava Blackstone Read Free Book Online Page A

article? Instead, she’d wasted all her time studying. And mooning over Sean.
    Who was still staring at her.
    That had to be a good sign, so she gave him her best sexy smile, hoping it didn’t wobble at the edges.
    She had his attention. Now what was she supposed to do?
    He was probably used to experienced women. She wasn’t a virgin, but she might as well be for all the good her senior-year mistake with Bradley was doing her.
    “What’s wrong?” Sean asked. “Is your head still bothering you?”
    “No!”
    “Then why aren’t you eating?”
    “Because.” Her face flamed with embarrassment. How could she possibly explain—
    Her gaze fell to his untouched plate. “You aren’t eating either.”
    “Yeah. I, uh….”
    Either her eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness or her imagination had kicked into high gear because she could swear his cheeks went red. Almost like The Great Sean Patterson was blushing. Either way, it gave her the push she needed.
    She stood. It didn’t matter how much experience Sean had compared to her. She wanted him. And she was going to show him.
    She threaded herself through the tiny space between where the chair ended and the table began. And then she was standing between his legs.
    He made a sound—halfway between a curse and a groan. The glass table was cold against her back, but his body was more than warm enough to make up for it.
    “Keri.”
    He was so close that she felt his body’s response. Suddenly she was all confidence.
    She threaded one finger under the waistband of his jeans. Got to her knees in front of him because she wanted him to know exactly what was about to happen.
    He sat motionless, like she’d tied him to the chair. “What are you doing?”
    “I think you know.” She undid the top button of his jeans, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin.
    “We shouldn’t….”
    “If you don’t like it—” she undid the next button, “—you can always tell me to stop.”
    He swallowed. Pushed out a breath.
    But he didn’t say a word.
    With every button she released, her knuckles brushed against him, little glancing touches that had him straining against her. His fly fell open, revealing a pair of cotton boxers that outlined his rigid erection.
    Her skin prickled. She ran one hand down his length.
    The feel of him. Even through the thin cotton, he was all pulsing heat.
    She drew in an unsteady breath. She needed him on top of her. Inside her.
    But she wanted him as crazy for it as she was. She pulled down his jeans and then his boxers.
    God, he was so hard. So warm.
    “Keri.” His voice was rough with desire. “You don’t have to—”
    “You’ve known me for twenty years. Do you really think I’d been doing this if I didn’t want to?”
    She couldn’t wait any longer to taste him. She took him as deep as she could, making him a part of herself, for however long this lasted.
    He growled. His hand fisted in her hair, holding her where he wanted her.
    Exactly where she wanted to be.

CHAPTER 4

    S EAN HAD JUST enough functioning brain cells to know he was about to violate his most important rule of sex: always make sure the woman comes first. He fought through the haze of pleasure and need, finally finding his voice. “Stop.”
    Keri didn’t listen. Her lips moved over the head of his cock, and his balls drew up, so close to—
    He pulled back.
    She looked up. Her lips were full and red and wet, and thinking about what she’d been doing with them was almost enough to make him come.
    She leaned in. “Let me—”
    “No.” He didn’t even remember if he’d given Keri an orgasm last night. Tonight he was damn well going to make sure she came before he did. Or die trying. “My turn.”
    Somehow, he got her to the bed. He kissed her, and she sank into the mattress with a catchy little moan that made him even more desperate than he already was. Her hips arched into his, and he knew what she needed. What they both needed.
    Don’t do this. There’s