loud?
He ran one hand through his already dishevelled looking hair and loosened the
stranglehold of his tie. Why was it so hot in here?
The opening of the door behind him coupled with
Alex's low wolf whistle, made him spin around. The sight of Elise in his mother's
wedding dress hit him like a punch to the gut. She was wearing the dress. She
was actually wearing it. Marco didn't care to examine why that meant so much to
him right now, but his toes curled inside their shoes with the pure effort to
not let himself react outwardly. Even so he took one involuntary step towards
the vision of his pasticcino , his heart hammering in his chest. She had
to be the most beautiful bride he had ever seen.
The simple white silk clung to Elise's curves.
The low V neck emphasised her cleavage whilst plunging right down her back to
the cascading train that flowed around her when she moved. His hungry gaze
scanned down her front, over the rhinestones on her bust, down the skirt that
ended just below the knee showing her long legs off to perfection before
finally settling on the bright red toe nails peeping out of high heeled
stiletto sandals. Something about those toes called to him on the most primal
level, and he barely suppressed a groan as he shifted uncomfortably. It clearly
had been way too long since he last had a woman under him.
Alex's quiet chuckle made him turn his heated
gaze away from Elise and relax his tightly clenched fingers. Mamma G, who had
entered behind Elise, threw him a knowing look. She whispered something to
Elise which made her blush delightfully before her chocolate brown eyes widened
slightly when they settled on him. She took one tentative step towards him. Her
eyes never left his face, and the rest of the room faded away as Marco lost
himself in the depth of those beautiful eyes. His fingers itched to free the
hair that she had swept up off her long graceful neck. His eyes focused on the
rapidly beating pulse on the base of her exposed throat. She was nervous as
hell, confirmed by the trembling hand he grasped, when she finally came close
enough for her unique scent to surround him. Not caring about their audience he
pulled her into his body to drop a heated kiss on that quivering pulse. He
smiled at her shocked gasp, and he whispered in her ear. "You look stunning."
He would
never be able to remember the actual words they said to each other during the
ceremony that followed. His voice loud and clear, hers slightly more hesitant,
yet with a distinct edge to it he had not heard before. He was too aware of the
woman next to him. Her trembling calling to him on the most basic levels and
aroused a protective instinct so fierce he had to make an effort to gentle the
grasp he had on her. All he wanted to do was fling her over his shoulder and
run off with her like one of his cavemen ancestors. Hell, they clearly had the
right idea back then, so much simpler all round.
When they reached the part where any objections
ought to be made the door flew open and in tottered Jennifer, holding onto the
arm of her latest fling. At least the man had the decency to look embarrassed.
Marco spun round in barely controlled fury when he heard his ex-wife's dulcet
tones.
"Oh I am so sorry," she said. "Didn't mean to interrupt. So carry
on." And with a sickeningly fake smile and a dismissive rake over Elise's
attire that set his teeth on edge, she sat herself at the back. Mimi
immediately started crying, but before he could react, Elise cursed low under
her breath. With a hand on his arm and a whispered, "Don't," she went
to give Mimi a cuddle. She took her off a scowling Stella before returning to
stand next to him, his daughter cradled on her hip.
He drew them in close; the sight of Mimi nestled
up so trustingly to Elise thawing out yet another layer of his frozen heart. He
would never forget what had just happened, but he ruthlessly squashed down on
his emerging feelings, forcing himself to concentrate on the ceremony
He ran one hand through his already dishevelled looking hair and loosened the
stranglehold of his tie. Why was it so hot in here?
The opening of the door behind him coupled with
Alex's low wolf whistle, made him spin around. The sight of Elise in his mother's
wedding dress hit him like a punch to the gut. She was wearing the dress. She
was actually wearing it. Marco didn't care to examine why that meant so much to
him right now, but his toes curled inside their shoes with the pure effort to
not let himself react outwardly. Even so he took one involuntary step towards
the vision of his pasticcino , his heart hammering in his chest. She had
to be the most beautiful bride he had ever seen.
The simple white silk clung to Elise's curves.
The low V neck emphasised her cleavage whilst plunging right down her back to
the cascading train that flowed around her when she moved. His hungry gaze
scanned down her front, over the rhinestones on her bust, down the skirt that
ended just below the knee showing her long legs off to perfection before
finally settling on the bright red toe nails peeping out of high heeled
stiletto sandals. Something about those toes called to him on the most primal
level, and he barely suppressed a groan as he shifted uncomfortably. It clearly
had been way too long since he last had a woman under him.
Alex's quiet chuckle made him turn his heated
gaze away from Elise and relax his tightly clenched fingers. Mamma G, who had
entered behind Elise, threw him a knowing look. She whispered something to
Elise which made her blush delightfully before her chocolate brown eyes widened
slightly when they settled on him. She took one tentative step towards him. Her
eyes never left his face, and the rest of the room faded away as Marco lost
himself in the depth of those beautiful eyes. His fingers itched to free the
hair that she had swept up off her long graceful neck. His eyes focused on the
rapidly beating pulse on the base of her exposed throat. She was nervous as
hell, confirmed by the trembling hand he grasped, when she finally came close
enough for her unique scent to surround him. Not caring about their audience he
pulled her into his body to drop a heated kiss on that quivering pulse. He
smiled at her shocked gasp, and he whispered in her ear. "You look stunning."
He would
never be able to remember the actual words they said to each other during the
ceremony that followed. His voice loud and clear, hers slightly more hesitant,
yet with a distinct edge to it he had not heard before. He was too aware of the
woman next to him. Her trembling calling to him on the most basic levels and
aroused a protective instinct so fierce he had to make an effort to gentle the
grasp he had on her. All he wanted to do was fling her over his shoulder and
run off with her like one of his cavemen ancestors. Hell, they clearly had the
right idea back then, so much simpler all round.
When they reached the part where any objections
ought to be made the door flew open and in tottered Jennifer, holding onto the
arm of her latest fling. At least the man had the decency to look embarrassed.
Marco spun round in barely controlled fury when he heard his ex-wife's dulcet
tones.
"Oh I am so sorry," she said. "Didn't mean to interrupt. So carry
on." And with a sickeningly fake smile and a dismissive rake over Elise's
attire that set his teeth on edge, she sat herself at the back. Mimi
immediately started crying, but before he could react, Elise cursed low under
her breath. With a hand on his arm and a whispered, "Don't," she went
to give Mimi a cuddle. She took her off a scowling Stella before returning to
stand next to him, his daughter cradled on her hip.
He drew them in close; the sight of Mimi nestled
up so trustingly to Elise thawing out yet another layer of his frozen heart. He
would never forget what had just happened, but he ruthlessly squashed down on
his emerging feelings, forcing himself to concentrate on the ceremony
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