One Night Only (77 page)

Bu
t
thi
s
–
thi
s
wa
s
lik
e
a
n
almight
y
,
earthmoving awakening
!
Marc
o
ha
d
release
d
th
e
gir
l
insid
e
he
r
an
d
she
trul
y
fel
t
lik
e
sh
e
ha
d
bee
n
reborn
.
Whe
n
h
e
touche
d
he
r
,
sh
e
wa
s
s
o
awar
e
o
f
hi
s
fingers
,
s
o
awar
e
o
f
hi
s
tongue an
d
hi
s
lip
s
–
an
d
eve
n
th
e
wa
y
hi
s
leg
s
move
d
whe
n
he
la
y
o
n
to
p
o
f
he
r
ha
d
heightene
d
ever
y
sensatio
n
i
n
her bod
y
an
d
mad
e
he
r
fee
l
dizz
y
wit
h
desire
.

“
Y
o
u
ar
e
s
o
beautiful,
”
h
e
ha
d
sai
d
repeatedl
y
a
s
he
move
d
insid
e
he
r
.
“
Y
o
u
ar
e
suc
h
a
beautifu
l
woman
,
Gina,
an
d
don
’
t
le
t
anyon
e
eve
r
mak
e
yo
u
fee
l
an
y
differen
t
t
o
that.”
Sh
e
sighe
d
a
s
sh
e
dran
k
i
n
hi
s
ever
y
word
.
Sh
e
thought
sh
e
migh
t
drow
n
i
n
hi
s
dark-brow
n
eye
s
a
s
h
e
hel
d
her
gaz
e
an
d
pushe
d
an
d
pushe
d
insid
e
he
r
.

Then
,
jus
t
whe
n
th
e
rhyth
m
wa
s
becomin
g
to
o
much t
o
bea
r
an
d
Gin
a
wa
s
moanin
g
toward
s
a
climax
,
he woul
d
chang
e
position
s
an
d
buil
d
an
d
buil
d
th
e
glorious rus
h
withi
n
he
r
agai
n
–
unti
l
finall
y
sh
e
couldn
’
t
hold bac
k
an
y
longe
r
an
d
explode
d
int
o
a
mind-blowing
,
toe- curling
,
head-spinnin
g
orgasm
!
I
t
wa
s
s
o
wonderfu
l
that
sh
e
ha
d
t
o
remin
d
hersel
f
t
o
breathe
.
Bu
t
th
e
bes
t
bi
t
–
the bes
t
bi
t
wa
s
tha
t
instea
d
o
f
fallin
g
straigh
t
t
o
slee
p
and snorin
g
fo
r
Irelan
d
o
r
Englan
d
o
r
Ital
y
o
r
whereve
r
h
e
was from
,
h
e
la
y
facin
g
he
r
,
starin
g
int
o
he
r
eye
s
wit
h
hi
s
arms aroun
d
he
r
unti
l
the
y
bot
h
drifte
d
of
f
int
o
a
most satisfactor
y
post-coita
l
slumbe
r
.

Gin
a
wok
e
u
p
abou
t
fiftee
n
minute
s
late
r
.
Sh
e
knew he
r
tim
e
wa
s
up
.
Sh
e
hate
d
leavin
g
hi
m
bu
t
hi
s
jo
b
was don
e
an
d
sh
e
reall
y
ha
d
t
o
go
.

“Than
k
you,
”
sh
e
whispere
d
t
o
hi
m
an
d
hi
s
eyelids
fluttere
d
a
s
h
e
slept
.

Sh
e
shoul
d
wak
e
hi
m
an
d
sa
y
he
r
goodbye
s
bu
t
that woul
d
b
e
lik
e
takin
g
awa
y
al
l
th
e
myster
y
fro
m
wha
t
had jus
t
happened
.
Marc
o
ha
d
know
n
wha
t
sh
e
ha
d
wanted al
l
along
.
H
e
didn
’
t
nee
d
he
r
lif
e
stor
y
.
H
e
didn
’
t
nee
d
to kno
w
he
r
plan
s
fo
r
he
r
futur
e
o
r
wha
t
ha
d
reall
y
taken he
r
t
o
thi
s
backwar
d
villag
e
tha
t
sh
e
stil
l
didn
’
t
kno
w
the nam
e
of
.
Al
l
h
e
neede
d
t
o
kno
w
wa
s
tha
t
sh
e
wante
d
a
ma
n
t
o
mak
e
he
r
fee
l
aliv
e
again
,
t
o
reassur
e
he
r
that ther
e
wa
s
a
vibrant
,
livel
y
youn
g
woma
n
wh
o
ha
d
a
lo
t
to
giv
e
t
o
thi
s
lif
e
and
,
i
n
jus
t
tw
o
hours
,
h
e
ha
d
don
e
just that
.