Emily: Sex and Sensibility (The Wilde Sisters 1)

He stepped under the spray and gathered her in his arms. She wanted to be angry or at least irritated but how could she be either of th

ose things when she was in his arms?

Maybe he was right.

Maybe she truly was naïve.

And maybe everything was going much, much too fast.

“You are upset.”

“Yes.”

“Because I bought you those things?”

“That’s part of it.”

“What is the rest of it, then?”

She looked up into his eyes.

“Things are—things are happening too quickly. “

“Life happens quickly, cara.”

She felt another little rush of anger. “Don’t answer me with platitudes, Marco. I mean what I said. I feel as if—as if I’m traveling at the speed of light.”

Marco raised her face to his and kissed her.

“We have to talk,” she said.

“We do talk.”

He kissed her again. And again. She felt the questions, the anger draining away.

“You said we had to be out of here in thirty minutes…” She caught her breath. “Don’t. If you do that—”

“What?” he said gruffly. “What will happen if I do that?”

Lost, she could only cling to him, the center of her universe.

“We’ll be late,” she whispered.

“The Frenchman is a Frenchman,” he whispered back. “He will figure out the reason and be happy for us.”

She sighed. “Have I ever told you that you’re impossible?”

His smile was wonderfully wicked.

“Have I ever told you that there is no such thing as impossible?”

He kissed her. Lifted her in his arms. And proved that he was right.

Nothing was impossible, especially when the water was warm and the moment was perfect—and you let all your concerns and doubts slip away.

******

The evening appointment went well.