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and dimples appeared on both cheeks. “Before the room service.”
“I like the way you think.”
“Then give me just a minute, bella ,” he said before walking away to capture a waiter’s attention.
He returned with a determined look in his eyes fringed with long dark lashes.
“Is it all set?” she asked.
“Indeed.”
“Then for tonight at least, I’m all yours. Room 304,” Ava said.
Turning, she took a step to leave the ballroom. Marco’s hand settled possessively around her waist. Tonight was going to be the night. She was putting the memory of Joseph’s touch out of her mind forever. As they came to the open doors of the elevator that would take them to her room, Marco slipped his hand inside her dress. So swiftly no one would see them, his hand pushed the side of her dress up with it as his fingers walked a pattern to the band of her panties. Ava didn’t stop him.
As the elevator doors closed behind them, his fingers grew bolder, rubbing her between her legs. She was sure he could feel the dampness of the lace.
“Ready for me, are you?” he whispered, rubbing the soft bud through her panties.
Ava groaned. “Yes.”
The elevator doors opened. They’d made it to the third floor. Marco’s eyes bored into hers.
“Then it’s a good thing we’re here.”
Ava didn’t meet his eyes. She exited the elevator trying to put some distance between them. Walking down the dark burgundy and gold carpeted hallway, she noticed that this floor was much smaller than she thought. It appeared there were only four doors on this entire hall. Number 304 was at the very end. Reaching into her small clutch, she withdrew the key she’d been given. For a moment she just held it. Then she felt Marco’s presence behind her. His erection pressed into her.
“Do you need some help with that?” he whispered, voice close to her ear.
“No. I’ve got it.”
She nodded, but still didn’t put the key into the lock.
“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
She turned to face him. “Of course not.”
Marco leaned forward and braced his hands on both sides of the doorway. He leaned down closer to her so that their lips were only a breadth apart. “Good, because I’d really hate not to be able to finish what I started in that elevator.”
Ava nodded and turned around. She stuck the key into the door and unlocked the room. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside. Before she could react, Marco shoved her back into a wall and slammed the door shut.
Chapter Eleven
Marco’s lips crashed down on hers as her back slammed into the wall. He grabbed her arms and pressed them above her head. His kiss was greedy. Passionate.
Ava’s heart galloped. What have I gotten myself into?
With his free hand, Marco grabbed her face in a forceful grip. His tongue licked her bottom lip. Ava felt like she’d been electrocuted. He held her firm. She could tell that he was used to being in control. And she didn’t like that. Her natural inclination was to show him who was boss. As she tried to move, Marco held her in place.
So that’s the way he wants to play it. Ava bit down softly on his lip.
He growled, before taking a step back. His breathing was heavy as his eyes bored into hers.
She smiled. “Is there a problem?”
“You’re fighting me for control.”
“I was under the impression, that this weekend was all about you giving me what I want.”
“It is, but a woman like you is always in control. Why not relinquish that in the bedroom?” he asked. He pressed himself against her.
She could feel the firm evidence of his arousal. “And what do you know about a woman like me?”
“All of the women at Gina’s party are wealthy, successful, independent… Used to being in control. I assume you’re no different.”
“You got that right.”
“Well then?”
“Well what?”
“Are you going to answer the question? Or am I going too deep?” he pressed.
Ava reached out, allowing her fingers to trail
“I like the way you think.”
“Then give me just a minute, bella ,” he said before walking away to capture a waiter’s attention.
He returned with a determined look in his eyes fringed with long dark lashes.
“Is it all set?” she asked.
“Indeed.”
“Then for tonight at least, I’m all yours. Room 304,” Ava said.
Turning, she took a step to leave the ballroom. Marco’s hand settled possessively around her waist. Tonight was going to be the night. She was putting the memory of Joseph’s touch out of her mind forever. As they came to the open doors of the elevator that would take them to her room, Marco slipped his hand inside her dress. So swiftly no one would see them, his hand pushed the side of her dress up with it as his fingers walked a pattern to the band of her panties. Ava didn’t stop him.
As the elevator doors closed behind them, his fingers grew bolder, rubbing her between her legs. She was sure he could feel the dampness of the lace.
“Ready for me, are you?” he whispered, rubbing the soft bud through her panties.
Ava groaned. “Yes.”
The elevator doors opened. They’d made it to the third floor. Marco’s eyes bored into hers.
“Then it’s a good thing we’re here.”
Ava didn’t meet his eyes. She exited the elevator trying to put some distance between them. Walking down the dark burgundy and gold carpeted hallway, she noticed that this floor was much smaller than she thought. It appeared there were only four doors on this entire hall. Number 304 was at the very end. Reaching into her small clutch, she withdrew the key she’d been given. For a moment she just held it. Then she felt Marco’s presence behind her. His erection pressed into her.
“Do you need some help with that?” he whispered, voice close to her ear.
“No. I’ve got it.”
She nodded, but still didn’t put the key into the lock.
“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
She turned to face him. “Of course not.”
Marco leaned forward and braced his hands on both sides of the doorway. He leaned down closer to her so that their lips were only a breadth apart. “Good, because I’d really hate not to be able to finish what I started in that elevator.”
Ava nodded and turned around. She stuck the key into the door and unlocked the room. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside. Before she could react, Marco shoved her back into a wall and slammed the door shut.
Chapter Eleven
Marco’s lips crashed down on hers as her back slammed into the wall. He grabbed her arms and pressed them above her head. His kiss was greedy. Passionate.
Ava’s heart galloped. What have I gotten myself into?
With his free hand, Marco grabbed her face in a forceful grip. His tongue licked her bottom lip. Ava felt like she’d been electrocuted. He held her firm. She could tell that he was used to being in control. And she didn’t like that. Her natural inclination was to show him who was boss. As she tried to move, Marco held her in place.
So that’s the way he wants to play it. Ava bit down softly on his lip.
He growled, before taking a step back. His breathing was heavy as his eyes bored into hers.
She smiled. “Is there a problem?”
“You’re fighting me for control.”
“I was under the impression, that this weekend was all about you giving me what I want.”
“It is, but a woman like you is always in control. Why not relinquish that in the bedroom?” he asked. He pressed himself against her.
She could feel the firm evidence of his arousal. “And what do you know about a woman like me?”
“All of the women at Gina’s party are wealthy, successful, independent… Used to being in control. I assume you’re no different.”
“You got that right.”
“Well then?”
“Well what?”
“Are you going to answer the question? Or am I going too deep?” he pressed.
Ava reached out, allowing her fingers to trail
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