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Authors: Mary Jo Putney
Tags: Fiction, General, Family & Relationships, Romance, Contemporary, Abuse, Family Violence, Wrecking
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their lashes like stars when they went inside to announce their engagement.
Though the Corsis liked their daughter's boyfriend, they'd been startled and none too pleased since Kate and Donovan were so young. But Kate had produced her calculations, adding that her parents were in no position to protest when they had also married young and with blinding swiftness. In the end, the Corsis had given their consent and arranged a magnificent wedding, as if they'd never had any private doubts.
Had Sam and Julia felt the same desperate hunger to be together? Probably. Donovan had ached to be with Kate, and not only for the sex, phenomenal though it was.
The sex... His whole body tightened as he remembered the first time. He tried to push the thought away, but couldn't. Memories that had been dammed up for almost a decade raged through him like a spring flood.
Mind churning, he turned left from onto Bellona Avenue, almost skidding off the narrow road. He swore and pulled onto the shoulder, knowing he wasn't fit to drive until he had himself under control again. But control was not easily come by as he stared into the blowing snow, remembering the night Kate had swept into his life.
Introducing her to his aunt and uncle had been a deliberate attempt to underline how different their worlds were. Instead, the visit made things worse because she'd been as much at home in a Hampden rowhouse as she'd been at the cotillion. Finding out that she was half-Italian, just like him, made her seem more attainable.
His original intentions had been honorable; under-dressed girls should not walk or hitchhike through city streets on December nights. But after they got into Uncle Frankie's car, she looked up at him with those huge dark eyes and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her. The first kiss was followed by more. Instead of withdrawing from his increasingly intimate caresses, she had responded with soft, rapturous sighs, intoxicating him with her utter openness.
Though he burned to make love to her, he managed to find the willpower to pull away before reaching the point of no return. That moment of retreat was engraved vividly in his brain. Snow-covered car windows steamed into a seductive privacy. Pale light filtering through the translucent snow to burnish her fair hair and the elegant curves of cheek and throat. The floral delicacy of her perfume mingling with the richer scents of passion and Cousin Giuseppe's wine.
He got as far as reaching for the key in the ignition. Then Kate whispered, "Don't stop," and he was doomed. Her words were like gasoline on flame. He was crazy with wanting her and she wanted him too, so why not? Maybe the rich were different from the kind of girls he'd dated. Or maybe he was dreaming all this and any minute the alarm would jerk him awake and he'd have to get up for his eight o'clock math class.
While he was debating, she slid across the front seat and nuzzled his throat, her breath warm and unbearably arousing. "What's your first name?"
If this was a dream, he didn't ever want to wake. "Patrick. I've never liked it, so I go by my last name."
"Patrick. A pity you don't like that. I do."
"I like the way you say it." The name had never sounded better than now, with the sexiest girl he'd ever met purring the syllables into his ear.
Then her hand crept hesitantly down his body, and rational thought ended. Instinct exploded into hungry kisses, hammering blood, frantic hands stroking and probing and pushing away inconvenient clothing.
Such intensity could not last long. She was incredibly responsive, and within seconds of his first intimate touches she dissolved into convulsive shudders, clinging to him as if he were her one hope of heaven. Then it was his turn. Luckily he had a condom in his wallet, and even, barely, the sense to use it.
She was slim and lithe beneath him, so lovely, so giving, that he couldn't quite believe she was real. Too late he realized that she was a virgin. She gasped with pain
Though the Corsis liked their daughter's boyfriend, they'd been startled and none too pleased since Kate and Donovan were so young. But Kate had produced her calculations, adding that her parents were in no position to protest when they had also married young and with blinding swiftness. In the end, the Corsis had given their consent and arranged a magnificent wedding, as if they'd never had any private doubts.
Had Sam and Julia felt the same desperate hunger to be together? Probably. Donovan had ached to be with Kate, and not only for the sex, phenomenal though it was.
The sex... His whole body tightened as he remembered the first time. He tried to push the thought away, but couldn't. Memories that had been dammed up for almost a decade raged through him like a spring flood.
Mind churning, he turned left from onto Bellona Avenue, almost skidding off the narrow road. He swore and pulled onto the shoulder, knowing he wasn't fit to drive until he had himself under control again. But control was not easily come by as he stared into the blowing snow, remembering the night Kate had swept into his life.
Introducing her to his aunt and uncle had been a deliberate attempt to underline how different their worlds were. Instead, the visit made things worse because she'd been as much at home in a Hampden rowhouse as she'd been at the cotillion. Finding out that she was half-Italian, just like him, made her seem more attainable.
His original intentions had been honorable; under-dressed girls should not walk or hitchhike through city streets on December nights. But after they got into Uncle Frankie's car, she looked up at him with those huge dark eyes and he couldn't stop himself from kissing her. The first kiss was followed by more. Instead of withdrawing from his increasingly intimate caresses, she had responded with soft, rapturous sighs, intoxicating him with her utter openness.
Though he burned to make love to her, he managed to find the willpower to pull away before reaching the point of no return. That moment of retreat was engraved vividly in his brain. Snow-covered car windows steamed into a seductive privacy. Pale light filtering through the translucent snow to burnish her fair hair and the elegant curves of cheek and throat. The floral delicacy of her perfume mingling with the richer scents of passion and Cousin Giuseppe's wine.
He got as far as reaching for the key in the ignition. Then Kate whispered, "Don't stop," and he was doomed. Her words were like gasoline on flame. He was crazy with wanting her and she wanted him too, so why not? Maybe the rich were different from the kind of girls he'd dated. Or maybe he was dreaming all this and any minute the alarm would jerk him awake and he'd have to get up for his eight o'clock math class.
While he was debating, she slid across the front seat and nuzzled his throat, her breath warm and unbearably arousing. "What's your first name?"
If this was a dream, he didn't ever want to wake. "Patrick. I've never liked it, so I go by my last name."
"Patrick. A pity you don't like that. I do."
"I like the way you say it." The name had never sounded better than now, with the sexiest girl he'd ever met purring the syllables into his ear.
Then her hand crept hesitantly down his body, and rational thought ended. Instinct exploded into hungry kisses, hammering blood, frantic hands stroking and probing and pushing away inconvenient clothing.
Such intensity could not last long. She was incredibly responsive, and within seconds of his first intimate touches she dissolved into convulsive shudders, clinging to him as if he were her one hope of heaven. Then it was his turn. Luckily he had a condom in his wallet, and even, barely, the sense to use it.
She was slim and lithe beneath him, so lovely, so giving, that he couldn't quite believe she was real. Too late he realized that she was a virgin. She gasped with pain
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