Marriage: Impossible (Voretti Family Book 1) Read Free Page A

Satin sheets, tropical flowers, and a pair of warm, distinctly male arms around her—what more could she ask for?
    Those perfectly sculpted biceps flexed, pulling her close enough that she could feel every hard inch of his body. One of his hands settled on her stomach, the other under her breast.
    She took a breath, and the tiny hint of friction that came with it sent a jolt of pleasure through her. The temptation to explore all that hard muscle was too much to resist. She pressed back against him, her legs tangling with his.
    Damn. Every inch of him was hard. The kind of hard that made her soft and wet and very concerned that she not wake up before her body got what it suddenly, desperately needed.
    She angled her hips back, the only barrier between them her thin lace panties and his boxers. And while it was nice the dream gods hadn’t stuck her with ratty cotton, they could’ve saved some time by doing away with the underwear entirely.
    Dream Man’s lips traced the side of her neck. His stubble raked her skin, and her nipples pebbled against her T-shirt. She needed his hands…his mouth…his body on top of hers.
    She was so close. If she could only get rid of that stupid lace. Get him inside her.
    He gripped her thigh. Bit the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.
    She didn’t recognize the sound that came out of her. Her whole body pulsed with need. Every muscle, every organ, every cell strained toward him, the need so much stronger than any dream she’d ever had.
    Because it wasn’t a dream. This was real.
    Holy shit, this was real.
    She eased her eyes open, making sure they were pointed well away from those arms wrapped around her middle. Even her sleep-addled brain knew she needed a second to ease into that . Instead, she focused on the cut-glass candy bowl on her nightstand.
    Where had that come from? She kept her junk food stash in the top cupboard of the pantry, and—
    Wait a minute. Those deep red wrappers weren’t the right shape to hold Hershey’s Kisses or Lindt Truffles. Those looked more like…
    Condoms.
    Not her condoms. Not her nightstand. Not her bed.
    She was in the honeymoon suite at the Palais Hotel, and she’d been making out with Sean.
    He moved against her, one hungry body seeking another, and she was suddenly, completely awake. Awake and impossibly wet. She pressed against him, desperate and needy—
    “Keri?” He pushed her away, evacuating to the far side of the bed in a single, fluid motion that showed off those muscles she’d been examining a second earlier.
    She’d fantasized about having him in her bed for years, but the reality—even the abbreviated version—had been better than all of her daydreams. Of course, he hadn’t glared at her like she’d auctioned off classified military documents to the highest bidder after any of their fantasy encounters.
    “Uhm.” Her gaze fled downward to escape his glare. And—okay—because she wanted to check out those abs. “Hi.”
    He pulled on a shirt, blocking her view. “What the fuck ?”
    So he’s a little freaked out. That’s only natural, given he’s spent the last twelve years treating you like his little sister. Do not get upset.
    “Don’t worry. We were only…” Her gaze, which had drifted farther down, encountered the one part of his anatomy that was most definitely still happy to see her.
    Need rushed through her like a tidal wave, sweeping away rational thought. She wanted to finish what they’d started. Now.
    She didn’t realize she’d moved across the bed until he took a step back. The sudden movement drew her gaze to his legs. New skin was forming at the site of his kiteboarding injury, but she still remembered what it had looked like at first—red and raw—like half the skin on his leg had been scraped off when the kite dragged him through the sand.
    Her stomach lurched, purging the completely inappropriate desire.
    She took a breath, reminding herself to look at what was right in front of her