Page 91 of To Have and To Hold

“In case you wondered, money isn’t an object.”

“I didn’t marry you, Emiliano Ruiz, for your money. I married you because of the way you make me feel.”

“Fuck, Isabella, I want to make you feel right now. I also don’t want to frighten you or turn you against sex. I’m like a man walking the plank right now. I don’t know if I should jump in or if I should walk slowly backward onto the ship.”

She angled her face, bringing her lips to mine. There was nothing timid in her approach as her soft palm came to my cheek and her tongue prompted my lips to open.

Fuck.

This woman in my arms tasted like springtime, the first clear day after rain. She was sunshine after a long winter. Such as that ray of sun, her lips scorched mine as our hunger for one another grew. The sweet scent of her cum filled my senses as she squirmed in my lap and our kiss deepened. Soft moans filled the air. The closeness of her soft body caused my blood to change circulation.

Shifting, she wrapped her legs around my waist, bringing her covered pussy over my hardening cock. Our faces moved and turned. Our noses bumped as we filled the suite with the sounds of lovers through the centuries. It was when she began to rub her pussy over my erection that I lifted her and moved her until her head was on the pillow and I was leaning over her.

Her large suede stare was questioning. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Fuck no,” I said, kissing her lips. “You surprised me was all.”

Isabella brought her hands up to my shoulders and rubbed them over my arms. “I won’t break, Em. I’m young and inexperienced, but I know what sex is. I know I like it when you kiss me. I love it when you touch me.” She rubbed her palms up and down my bare arms. “I want to touch you too. I want to know what it means to be yours.”

If I didn’t move fast, I’d fucking come in my blue jeans.

I inhaled and began with the top button of her blouse. “I will make you feel. I want to see my wife.” My smile quirked. “What she hid from me earlier tonight.”

Her smile grew. “We weren’t married yet.”

Another button and I saw the white lace of her bra. I leaned down, covering her collarbone and between her breasts with kisses. Another button and another. I tugged the hem of her shirt out from her slacks.

Isabella twisted, helping me remove her blouse. With skill that comes with practice, I unsnapped her bra. Again, she wiggled as I prized the straps from one arm and then the other.

My cock doubled in size as I took in her pert tits. The olive of her complexion accentuated the deep red of her areolas and her nipples stood erect, perfect tight buds. I leaned down, sucking one nipple and then the other. Isabella’s back arched as she called out.

“Oh God, Em.”

My lips moved lower, down the flat plane of her stomach.

It was as I reached for the button to unfasten her slacks that she reached for my hand. Our gazes met. While I expected fright, in the depths of her irises, I found an unabashed twinkle. “Mrs. Ruiz?”

“Take off your shirt. I want to see all of your tattoo.”

Standing, I pulled my t-shirt from my back and lifted it over my head.

Her pink tongue darted to her lips.

“I hope you like what you see.”

Chapter

Thirty-Three

Isabella

Like?

I sat up, lost in the sculptured contour of Em’s abdomen. Moving to my knees, I ran the pads of my fingers over his toned, muscular torso. His tawny skin was marred by various scars, appearing silver against his flesh. I leaned forward, bringing my lips and a kiss to each one.

“Fuck, Isabella.”

My attention went to the snake. While I’d only seen its tail, I could now follow the creature wrapped around Em’s arm over his muscular bicep and over his shoulder. The face on the front of his pectoral muscles had beady, dark black eyes. Its mouth was open, fangs visible, and tongue striking. My gaze met Em’s. “That seems more dangerous than rebirth.”

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