Page 21 of Forbidden Lord
She held her breath, but let him position her knees, ignoring the sparks of unexpected desire. “Since you offered your house for an art show… I’d like to host a showing here this weekend.”
He hopped on his board to demonstrate where to place her feet to start momentum, and then slow down. “Thisweekend?”
“Yes.” She tried to follow his directions though the moment she propelled forward, she jumped off, worried she would fall—which might hurt, despite the pads. “I won’t expect it to be like the Paris Art show, but it would be my way to introduce myself to your neighbors. I have enough art to show and maybe my artists can sell some paintings and make some money.”
He brought her board back to her and this time stood next to her and held her hand. “Sounds like my first charity event in the house.”
“That’s a yes?” Her eyes widened but she clutched his hand the moment she began moving forward. He made it look so easy.
“Of course.” He walked beside her and motioned for her to loosen her back leg. She tried and moved forward faster. “Trust yourself.”
“Thanks, Matteo.” He released her.
Her heart raced as she continued to propel forward fast enough to feel air against her cheeks.
Behind her Matteo said, “Now, let go of me and balance, Sheena.”
“I’m scared!” She grinned, hoping this feeling continued.She’d never been sporty in her life.
Matteo swooshed beside her on his own board. “We’re working on trust. If you fall, I’ll catch you.”
“You promise?” She continued straight on the path.
He placed his hand on his heart like this was slow speed and he wasn’t worried. “Absolutely.”
The wind pressed against her face and she rolled faster than she ever had on a bicycle. She forgot that she stood strangely with her butt in the air and gained confidence—until they went toward a turn. Her legs braced for a fall as her body went one way, and the board another. She fell into a wall of muscles and they both tumbled backwards, landing on their backsides.
Once she could breathe again, she realized that her board was somewhere on the path ahead. She met Matteo’s brown eyes. “You missed.”
“I did not. You are in my arms,” he said with a laugh. “You squirmed too much for an easy catch.”
She joined his laughter and stayed sitting between his legs as she choked out, “Fair.”
Goosebumps grew on her arms and legs and probably her entire body as she pulsed with his heat around her. She leaned her head back. “Now kiss me.”
“Here?” His brow arched in surprise.
She pivoted so that her legs were top of his, stomach to stomach. “Nobody else is around.”
He inched closer. “But they could be.”
She traced his jawline and desire coursed through her stronger than electricity as she said, “Live a little. We’re married after all.”
He positioned them on the grass behind the bushes and the tree so that their bodies touched everywhere but a person on the path wouldn’t see them. “I had no idea you were this insatiable, Sheena Marceau.”
“That’s Sheena Korbel, Countess of Golchin.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.
When he kissed her, her entire body lit up like fireflies near a campfire. She hadn’t expected passion from Matteo, but the way he commanded her body made her feel desired in a way no one else ever had.
Maybe, just maybe, her best friend had been right about her true love being Matteo. She was willing to find out.
Chapter 8
Sheena was nothing like Matteo expected.
She surpassed his wildest imagination of what being married to her might be like.
She finished pulling on her jeans he’d helped her dispose of in the bushes and he locked the boards and safety equipment back in the shed. Once she joined him, she ran her hand down his backside and another spark of desire raced through him.
