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

still time to stop .
    Keri grasped his shoulders, pulling him so tight against her that the voice of reason inside his head couldn’t find an opening. The real damage had already been done last night. All he was doing was giving Keri a better way to remember him than wham, bam, I’ve-lost-consciousness.
    He notched one thigh between her hips. Her skirt was gathered around her waist, leaving nothing but a thong between them. The cotton looked flimsy—like he could rip it in half with one hand. And she was so wet. She wanted him, and he had to be inside her. Had to—
    Slow down .
    He pulled back, breathing hard. There was an order to this. He needed to remember the order. Follow the steps.
    First her shirt.
    He eased her up and pulled off the lacy thing that had been teasing him with glimpses of skin all day. Her bra was made of the same thin fabric—more decorative than functional. Her nipples were hard buds underneath it, begging for his touch, and he forgot how to breathe.
    Every part of him was consumed with want. He tried to look away—slow things down—but her chest rose and fell in a series of quick breaths that drew his attention right back to her breasts.
    He had to see them.
    He undid her bra clasp. Brushed aside the lacy cups.
    He kept thinking he would remember—one more kiss, one more touch, and last night would come back to him. But he didn’t have any memory of those perfect breasts.
    Damn . Had he taken her last night without even a second of foreplay?
    Keri stiffened underneath him, like she was remembering his less-than-stellar performance, too.
    Though it almost killed him, he pulled back.
    “We don’t have to do this.” He’d managed to justify it in his head, telling himself the damage had already been done last night, but that was horny-fifteen-year-old logic.
    “No.” Keri levered herself up. She kissed him, dragging a growl from his throat. “I want to. But… I don’t know. I got shy for a second.”
    “Come on. You’ve got to know you’re gorgeous.” He kissed her—he couldn’t help himself—but something about her words nagged at him. “Besides, it’s nothing I didn’t see last night.”
    She stared, not saying a word.
    The truth pounded into him like a blast from an AK-47. He didn’t have any memory of their first night together because it hadn’t happened. He’d passed out, and she’d fallen asleep.
    His whole body cried out in pain. Even the horny fifteen-year-old inside him knew there was no way to justify sleeping with Keri now. He had to stop.
    He forced himself away from her, each inch a struggle.
    “What are you doing?” She tried to pull him back, but he didn’t move. “I didn’t mean for you to stop. Just slow down for a second.”
    “I can’t.”
    She glanced at his lap—at the evidence that contradicted his statement.
    “What, exactly, happened last night?”
    A deep flush washed over her cheeks. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, I’m getting the feeling you had a disappointing wedding night.”
    “No.” Her hand found his cheek. She turned him to face her. And then he was caught in her gaze—hot and raw and honest—and there was no way he could disengage.
    “There’s nowhere I’d rather have been than with you,” she said. “There never is.”
    Desire roared through him.
    He kissed her. She moaned—a sound of total acceptance—and there was no way he could stop. It was all kinds of wrong, but some part of him had always thought of her as his.
    She rolled away from him for a second, but only to grab a condom from her purse.
    She handed it to him. “Can you…?”
    He ripped the package open and rolled the condom on.
    Then he was over her.
    He had to touch her. He slipped off her thong. Eased one finger into her, trying not think about how wet she was, how tight, because he wanted this to last more than five seconds.
    Her whole body arched, trying to take more of him. He had to be inside her.
    He slid into her. The condom was thick