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through her, like nothing she’d ever felt, and she surrendered to them, letting the tide sweep her away as he explored her body.
     
    At some point, she started touching him too, shy at first, but growing bolder with his encouraging responses. She touched his manhood gently, curious and a little alarmed by the size. The realization that he was planning to put it inside her made her shudder, but not entirely with fear.
     
    It was a terrible idea to take Aronne for her first lover. She knew that. He was her soon-to-be brother-in-law’s brother. He was seven years older than her, and he thought she was out of college. If he learned the truth, he would be angry. Knowing she had to stop this, Molly put her hands on his face to urge him to look up. Before she could tell him her thoughts, his mouth parted, and she gave in to temptation by kissing him again.
     
    She cried out with pleasure when his tongue caressed hers, while his hand moved between them. Aronne slipped inside her slick flesh to stroke her clitoris, making her almost scream at the unexpected onslaught of sensations. His mouth muffled her cries as he massaged her, bringing her to climax with just a few expert strokes. It was her first, and she trembled under the force. Tears blurred her vision, and she blinked them away—not at all sad, just a bit overwhelmed.
     
    Molly didn’t protest when he shifted her onto his lap. Knowing she should stop it wasn’t motivation enough. Caught in the grip of feelings she’d never experienced, with the man she’d found attractive since meeting, she didn’t try to pretend, even to herself, she didn’t want him to take her virginity.
     
    Aronne eased inside her, and she whimpered. He didn’t seem to notice the temporary resistance as he thrust in and out of her. His hand reawakened all the sensations it had before when he stroked her as they thrust together. It was completely different to orgasm with him inside her than it had been when he was stimulating just her clit. She tightened her thighs around his, tilted back her head, and bit hard on her lip to keep from shouting with satisfaction.
     
    A moment later, Aronne thrust inside her once more, burying his shaft deep inside her, and giving in to his own release. He continued to hold her, staying inside her for a few more minutes before turning them sideways on the couch. She nuzzled against him, her mouth near his neck, and their legs tangled together. He brushed a kiss across the side of her head. “That was what I needed, cara .”
     
    Noticing the slight chill for the first time since they’d come into the room, she shivered. A small voice tried to prod her to get up and go to her room. There was a good reason, but she couldn’t remember it as her eyelids closed. Before they drifted off to sleep, she was aware of him pulling the afghan on the couch down to cover them. She felt safe and protected as he tucked it around her.
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    A cacophony of voices woke her. Blinking, disoriented, and with a killer headache, it took her a moment to realize she was curled up against a warm body. A warm male body, belonging to Aronne. Memories of last night flooded through her, but she had no time to process them before the yelling started.
     
    Aronne jumped, apparently sleeping deeply. As soon as his vision cleared, and he saw both sets of parents, along with Molly and Cristiano, standing over them, he cursed. A second later, they were somehow both sitting, and he’d given her the lion’s share of the afghan.
     
    Warren Powers looked like he was going to have a heart attack, and she was genuinely worried for her dad by the red stain on his face. That didn’t give her enough courage to speak.
     
    “What the hell is happening?” asked Tracey. “Molly, has he hurt you?”
     
    “No, Mom.” She cupped her head, wincing as their voices reverberated through her. Santo Giannis launched into a tirade in Italian, and she was glad she didn’t understand