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weight above her.
    Pulling back, he rose over her, and she noticed his breathing was rough, too. Am I having the same effect on him that he is on me?
    She felt his hands, so powerful yet so gentle, on the top button of her blouse and gasped, her eyes flicking open. Marcus paused, meeting her gaze, and she looked up at him uncertainly.
    “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he promised. “I don’t want anything you don’t.”
    She bit her lip, feeling herself flushing bright red as her mind warred with itself.
    Of course I want you to, you idiot, she wanted to scream, but instead she found herself gently pushing his hands back. He let go instantly, starting to get up.
    “Wait,” she said, looking him in the eyes. He was flushed too, she saw, struggling to control himself. “Just… wait a minute.”
    “I can wait however long you need me to,” he said, stopping in place. “I am here for you, not for one night. I don’t want to push you into anything that you’ll regret doing.”
    For a moment they stayed still, watching each other. Lisa’s breathing was quick, ragged, and Marcus’s broad chest was rising and falling quickly. Tentatively, she reached out to him, pressing the palm of her hand to his chest and felt his heart pounding.
    “This is a lot to take in,” she said. “But I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m not going to regret it.”
    He smiled, and for a moment there was no barrier between them. None of the reasons that this might be a bad idea mattered. He reached up and took her wrist, gently removing it from his chest, pushing it down to her side. As tender as his touch was, she could feel the strength behind it, and found herself pinned to the couch by him.
    “Okay then,” he said, voice low, hungry, and eager. The control he’d exerted on himself before was slipping, and she shivered with anticipation as he growled at her.
    She squirmed, testing his grip, and found herself helpless in it. Her breathing sped up, and she gasped at the delicious feeling of vulnerability his grasp brought her. He lowered himself over her and kissed her again, a powerful deep kiss, their tongues meeting hungrily.
    Then his lips left hers and trailed down to her neck, making her whimper and arch under him. The little kisses he planted each sent a shock like lightning flashing through her, lighting her up inside.
    Pressed against her, she could feel him hardening in his jeans, and wanted so badly to see him. But he was taking his time, kissing his way down to the top of her blouse, tugging at it with his teeth. Lisa tried to pull her hands free to help him undress her, but he growled again, a deep and dangerous sound which kept her still as his teeth closed on the top button.
    With a jerk of his head, he ripped it away. Then the next, and the next, until her blouse hung open and her body shook with desire.
    His kisses trailed down her body again, across the tops of her ample breasts, down her ribs. It was as though he was savoring her, enjoying the taste of her. And her body was responding with a wildfire of desire, her flesh trembling where his lips passed. Each kiss made her breath catch, her heart pound, her legs tremble.
    His rough, unshaven face rasped the skin of her belly as he kissed lower and lower until he reached the top of her jeans and paused.
    Looking down at him, Lisa saw Marcus grinning at her as he kept her pinned, her body shaking with desire. “Is this what you want, sweetheart?”
    She nodded, biting her lip, not trusting herself to speak. This was everything she’d dreamed of and more.
    “Good. Because we are going to enjoy this,” he told her. “Stay still for me.”
    He let go of her hands, sliding his fingers around her waist and undid the button of her jeans. She whimpered something, she wasn’t sure what, and looked away as the zipper came down. Marcus slid the jeans down and off in a smooth, powerful motion, and she lay back on the couch, acutely aware of his eyes on her.
    Marcus stood