“So impatient. You’re beautiful, Marlie.” He lowered his forehead to hers and slowly penetrated her, inch by inch, letting her body accept him. When he was finally all the way inside her, he paused, letting the moment stretch.
“Bosco,” she murmured, clenching around him.
Then he stopped playing. Finally.
Grabbing her hip, lifting her against him, he started to pound. Hard and fast and with impressive stamina, he forced her up quickly. She tumbled, crying his name as an orgasm washed through her with the power of a runaway train.
He didn’t so much as pause.
She started climbing again, holding her breath. Heat washed through her limbs, tingling every nerve, seizing her lungs. She tried to meet his thrusts but instead ended up just holding on, knowing he’d get her there. His grip on her hip tightened, adding just one more sensation to the millions already bombarding her.
She looked into his fierce eyes, which were lit topaz in the night, full of masculine intensity. Her heart stuttered.
Then he changed his angle, just a bit, and she blew right off the edge and into the storm. Crying out, she shut her eyes, letting the orgasm take her.
He hammered harder inside her, increasing the waves, until finally jerking hard with his own release.
She panted and came down, her breath catching and her mind spinning and numb. “Wow,” she whispered.
His chuckle against her temple warmed her entire face.
Her heart turned right over.
Uh oh.
Chapter7
What had he done? Besides having the best night of his adult life and the best sleep… He’d wrapped himself around Marlie all night, awakening her twice for more mind-blowing sex before going back to sleep. Now, he was giving her some privacy in the bathroom as he gathered his senses. He paced in his kitchen, opening the fridge to see leftovers from his nonna. At hearing a noise, he turned to see Marlie in one of his faded T-shirts and a pair of boxers, her feet bare and her red dress in her hands.
“I didn’t want to put this back on.” Her blush matched her dress.
He straightened. “All I have is leftover spaghetti with meatballs.” He should at least feed her.
She smiled, looking young and fragile without makeup and her hair all over from his hands the night before. “That’s okay. I’m good.”
He moved then, straight at her, gathering her against his bare chest. She felt so freaking right in his arms. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Her voice was muffled, and she looked up, her head barely grazing his chin. “Are you?”
“Better than okay.” The overwhelming sense of possessiveness striking through him would abate soon, right? He wanted her again and right now. Maybe he could think of a way—
A knock on the door brought him up short.
He released her and moved for it. Nobody was scheduled to pop by, and he didn’t have to be on the base until noon. Hopefully, one of his brothers had just brought coffee. Opening the door, his gut sank. “Jennie.”
She stood there in her pink coat and snowy boots with two lattes in her hands. “Hi. I hope it’s okay that I dropped by.”
Oh, shit.
Marlie was suddenly beside him, her face more of a crimson color now. “Um, hi. I was just leaving.”
Jennie paled and stepped back.
Bosco swallowed, his ears ringing. “You don’t have to leave.” He wanted to stop her, but this was crazy.
“It’s okay. I actually have a conference call with my division head in ten minutes.” Marlie brushed by him, her feet and legs bare, wearing his clothing…and not looking at his face.
He blanched at seeing her purse and coat on the floor by her doorway. Had they just left those there the night before?
