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modern, but not by much.
    I step closer to the bed, shutting the door quietly behind me. “I thought I heard Santa,” I whisper, then climb onto the queen-sized bed and crawl over to Marcus.
    Still on my knees, I straighten and my robe slips open, revealing my bra and panties.
    “Well, lucky for me he’s already gone.” Marcus slides the robe off my shoulder, his calloused fingers brushing against my skin. I suck in a soft breath, too quiet to be heard.
    He does the same to the other side and the fabric cascades onto my legs. His eyes never leave me as they consume every inch of me. “Looks like he left me a present. I must have been a
very
good boy this year.”
    I roll my eyes. “You need to work on your pickup lines.”
    His finger traces the skin along the inside of my bra strap, and continues its way under the satin fabric of my bra. Heat pools between my legs.
    “No. I don’t think I do,” he says. “You’re the only woman I want. The only woman I need. And right now, I need you more than you could ever imagine.”
    My gaze drops to his boxers and the unmistakable hardness. I laugh softly. “So I see.”
    Marcus grins. “That’s not quite what I meant. I mean I want to hold you and kiss you.” He plants a feathery kiss on my lips. “Though I’m not opposed to burrowing deep inside you.” Another teasing kiss. “And making sure you’re mine.”
    I climb onto his lap and straddle him. The molten heat between my legs presses against him and a throbbing ache pleads for me to relieve it. “I’m already yours and you’re mine.” I crash my lips against his and rock against him.
    He moans against my mouth, the sound drowned out by my own moan and the headboard knocking against the wall. I inwardly cringe, no longer rocking against him. God, I hope Mom’s still asleep and didn’t hear it.
    Our tongues slide and stroke and reacquaint, while my fingers tangle in his silky hair. The faint smell that is all Marcus wraps around me, grounds me, makes me feel safe.
    His mouth moves away from mine and his day-old facial growth scrapes along my jaw with his lips leading the way. His hands glide across my back to my bra. He unhooks it and tosses it on the floor.
    His gaze sweeps over my body, his hazel eyes making me feel beautiful, strong, ready to face almost anything. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
    I smile shyly. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I whisper and my fingers trace the ridges of his stomach. I rub the building throb between my legs against his hardness, careful not to cause the headboard to bang against the wall again.
    “You’re killing me, Kitten,” he groans, the sound only loud enough to be heard by me, then turns me so I’m lying on the bed. His mouth covers my nipple, and he alternates between sucking and teasing me with his tongue. My other nipple aches for his attention.
    My entire body aches for his touch.
    As if sensing what I need, he moves his mouth to cover the other nipple and thrills it like he did the first. I swallow back a moan. Watching my reaction, he skims one hand down my stomach and along the waistband of my panties. His gaze never leaves mine.
    His fingers inch between the fabric and my lower belly, and keep going until they slide between the slick folds hidden beneath my underwear. They gently circle the throbbing mound and my body jerks, greedily wanting more. The movement, once again, sends the headboard banging against the wall.
    We both frown at the offending wooden furniture. Marcus grabs the pillows and tosses them onto the floor, then pulls the duvet off the bed and creates an oversized nest.
    Not missing a beat, he makes himself comfortable on the floor. And after I join him, he continues his exploration of my body, his finger easing inside me. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound louder than a soft whimper. Two can play at this.
    I slip my hand into his boxers and wrap my palm around his shaft. He inhales sharply, and I smile as my lips find his. We