The door swung shut again with a clunk, plunging them back into welcome darkness. Max wrapped his arm around Siena’s waist and pulled her even closer.
“Do you think it would be terribly wrong,” he began.
“What, in a church, you mean?” she said, allowing her hand to slip joyfully beneath the waistband of his suit pants in response to his embrace, feeling his desire for her as strong and powerful as her own. “Oh yes.” She smiled. “Terribly wrong. Unforgivable, really. Especially for a good Catholic girl like me.”
“Yes, I thought so,” said Max, easing her gently down onto the cool stone floor and positioning himself above her, face-to-face. “Shame.”
For a moment she felt a stab of disappointment. Surely, after so long, he wasn’t going to make her wait? But she relaxed when she looked up and saw him gazing wickedly down at her. Now, that was a look she remembered. Painfully slowly, he began peeling the gold silk dress from each of her shoulders in turn.
“Still,” he said, kissing her softly on the mouth and feeling her squirming beneath him with pleasure. “There’s always confession, isn’t there?”
Siena grinned. “Confession? Absolutely,” she said, kissing him back for all she was worth. “Absolutely.”
Tilly Bagshawe, Adored
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