Free Forbidden Son by Loretta C. Rogers

He’ll never marry you.
    “Hold
me, Tripp.”
    She
didn’t realize she was crying until he thumbed a tear from her cheek. “Hey, why
the tears? Meeting my parents is no big deal.”
    No
matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t conjure up a smile. Yet the feeling
went on, despite herself. “I’m being silly.” She patted his chest. “I hope you
find a nice apartment with a yard. I’d love to have a puppy to keep me company
while you’re attending class.”
    “You
won’t have time for a dog, Honey Belle.”
    “Oh,
why’s that?”
    “You’re
going to school, too, remember? Studying doesn’t leave much time for a pet.”
    Without
another word they came together. Entwining his muscular legs around her body,
he held her captive. “Besides, I plan to keep you plenty busy.”
    She
surrendered peacefully, and snuggled close to him. She teased, “Keep me busy
doing what?”
    “Doing—this.”
    His
mouth sought hers as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and he put
his arms around her, drawing her close. She leaned against him, allowing all
her tension to ebb away. She needed his reassurances.
    He
slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, ran his fingers across her bare
shoulders. “Every time I touch you my world lights up.”
    “Mama
always said I should save myself for the right man. You are perfect for me.”
Old doubts crept in. A marriage built on a lie was a sham. She needed to tell
him she wasn’t who he thought she was—that she was an imposter.
    Not
tonight. Tonight was special.
    He
leaned over and kissed the tender place where her throat curved into her
shoulder. She didn’t want their love to be an empty wasteland of sex.
    The
moon broke through the clouds and cast its light over Tripp’s face, outlining
the chiseled features of his cheekbones.
    “Hmm,”
he hummed, sending vibrations streaming through her. “You feel incredible.” His
voice was muffled by the fact that his mouth pressed against her neck.
    A
sense of euphoria swept over her, and all thoughts of a confession flew from
her mind. “You do, too.” She tried to gather her wits while at the same time
feeling like a feline in heat.
    “Tripp,
will you have tons of homework at law school?”
    He
moved away an inch, his face close to hers. “I suppose so. There’ll be cases to
research and long nights at the law library.”
    “It
sounds like after we’re married you’ll not have time for—”
    He
pressed her back against the blanket and slid inside her. “For this?”
    Shivering,
her heartbeat quickened and her breath grew heavy. His lips were like moist
drops of dew caressing her skin. Her body flamed and her flesh ached. “Yes,
Tripp, for this.”
    A
little voice inside her head chided her that she shouldn’t be here like this,
with him. A proper young lady waited until her wedding night to surrender her
virginity. But she had already surrendered that sacred part of her. She hoped
she wouldn’t live to regret giving in to her impetuous desire.
    Tripp’s
passion stole the breath from her throat. Loving him and wanting him, she clung
to his shoulders, matching his thrusts and yielding to the desire that flamed
inside her.
    His
lips grew more demanding, his kisses more intense. She nipped the column of his
neck. “You taste good.”
    He
groaned deep inside his throat. “So do you.”
    She
shivered as a warm sea breeze wafted over her sweat-drenched body, and allowed
desire to pool within her.
    Their
loving slowed to a gentler pace, laced with unfurling desire, then grew and grew,
then turned to pleasure—more intense than ever before.
    They
made love, giving and taking, expressing what they felt while the words
remained unspoken, locked in their hearts.
    She
wasn’t worthy enough to be his wife, yet she loved Tripp Hartwell the Third
with all her heart and soul.
    Her
mother had a saying, Out of sight, out of mind. What if Tripp decided to
stay in Massachusetts and never return to South Carolina?
    Honey
Belle’s