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dropped to his cock, which she could see outlined behind the zipper of his pants.
As though reading her mind he asked softly, “Are you sure you’re up for that?”
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Her gaze shot back to his and the heat of a blush moved over her neck. “Excuse me?”
“You were staring at my crotch as though you were starving.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
He smiled and her stomach flipped. Juices poured from her pussy as she imagined the two of them in that huge bed just a few feet away. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about it—wanting it?
“I’m sorry I frightened you.”
He said it with such sincerity her gut clenched and she became even angrier with herself, which came out toward him.
“You should be!” she snapped and jumped up from the lounge chair. With hands on her hips, she glared at him. “You can’t just put women in a trance and take them wherever the hell you want. You know you can go to jail for this, right? You know what you did is illegal?”
“You know you’re cute when you’re pissed,” he teased.
“Screw you,” she snapped and he raised an eyebrow as though she’d just challenged him.
Marcus slowly stalked toward her, backing her toward the room as he advanced.
Her heart raced at the animal lust shining in his gaze—the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt as he moved ever closer. His masculine scent mingled with the sweet smell of the flowers below, heating her skin and mentally drawing her to him like a moth to a burning flame.
“How do you ever expect me to—”
Marcus’ mouth covered hers so fast she didn’t have time to prepare—to stop him.
But the second his scent invaded her nostrils and wrapped around her she found she didn’t want to stop him. His lips were firm and hard at first then softened to glide enticingly across hers. Her mouth parted, allowing him access to deepen the kiss and invade her with his wicked tongue. He tasted so good—like coffee mixed with caramel—and she sucked at his tongue to get every last flavor.
He moaned into her kiss, his arms encircling her waist to pull her close. Her breasts pressed against his chest, his palms splayed against the small of her back, sending shocks of electricity through her limbs. With a desperate moan her fingers clenched and unclenched within the fabric of his shirt, her nails scraping his chest through the material.
She felt possessed. Every part of her screamed to take him—to let him take her. She needed him as much as she needed water to drink and the realization sent shock waves through her body.
Warm fingers moved beneath the fabric of her shirt, connecting with her flesh to scorch her very soul. His touch set her on fire, made her crazy with lust. One hand moved around to cup her breasts and she cried out, the sound swallowed by his kiss—a 41
never-ending kiss that consumed her. If she didn’t get his flesh against hers, didn’t get his cock buried inside her soon, she’d combust—fall to the floor in a pile of ash.
Marcus tugged at her top, breaking the kiss just long enough for him to remove it, letting the fabric fall to the floor forgotten. Cool air brushed across her nipples only to be replaced by the warmth of his lips as he teased her sensitive nubs. Her fingers buried in his hair, tugging him closer, begging for more of his delicious torture.
“Marcus,” she sighed. “What are you doing to me?”
“Whatever you want me to do, sweet,” he purred then tugged at the buttons of her jeans, ripping the material.
She gasped, her pussy spasming and leaking cream. She wanted him so bad it defied understanding. Only a moment ago she’d hated him. Now she couldn’t seem to get enough of him—couldn’t seem to get him close enough.
With an animalistic growl that sent her heart into palpitations, he lifted her onto the dresser and tugged her jeans off, throwing them across the room. Next went his shirt and her hands immediately moved to skim across his
As though reading her mind he asked softly, “Are you sure you’re up for that?”
40
Her gaze shot back to his and the heat of a blush moved over her neck. “Excuse me?”
“You were staring at my crotch as though you were starving.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
He smiled and her stomach flipped. Juices poured from her pussy as she imagined the two of them in that huge bed just a few feet away. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stop thinking about it—wanting it?
“I’m sorry I frightened you.”
He said it with such sincerity her gut clenched and she became even angrier with herself, which came out toward him.
“You should be!” she snapped and jumped up from the lounge chair. With hands on her hips, she glared at him. “You can’t just put women in a trance and take them wherever the hell you want. You know you can go to jail for this, right? You know what you did is illegal?”
“You know you’re cute when you’re pissed,” he teased.
“Screw you,” she snapped and he raised an eyebrow as though she’d just challenged him.
Marcus slowly stalked toward her, backing her toward the room as he advanced.
Her heart raced at the animal lust shining in his gaze—the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt as he moved ever closer. His masculine scent mingled with the sweet smell of the flowers below, heating her skin and mentally drawing her to him like a moth to a burning flame.
“How do you ever expect me to—”
Marcus’ mouth covered hers so fast she didn’t have time to prepare—to stop him.
But the second his scent invaded her nostrils and wrapped around her she found she didn’t want to stop him. His lips were firm and hard at first then softened to glide enticingly across hers. Her mouth parted, allowing him access to deepen the kiss and invade her with his wicked tongue. He tasted so good—like coffee mixed with caramel—and she sucked at his tongue to get every last flavor.
He moaned into her kiss, his arms encircling her waist to pull her close. Her breasts pressed against his chest, his palms splayed against the small of her back, sending shocks of electricity through her limbs. With a desperate moan her fingers clenched and unclenched within the fabric of his shirt, her nails scraping his chest through the material.
She felt possessed. Every part of her screamed to take him—to let him take her. She needed him as much as she needed water to drink and the realization sent shock waves through her body.
Warm fingers moved beneath the fabric of her shirt, connecting with her flesh to scorch her very soul. His touch set her on fire, made her crazy with lust. One hand moved around to cup her breasts and she cried out, the sound swallowed by his kiss—a 41
never-ending kiss that consumed her. If she didn’t get his flesh against hers, didn’t get his cock buried inside her soon, she’d combust—fall to the floor in a pile of ash.
Marcus tugged at her top, breaking the kiss just long enough for him to remove it, letting the fabric fall to the floor forgotten. Cool air brushed across her nipples only to be replaced by the warmth of his lips as he teased her sensitive nubs. Her fingers buried in his hair, tugging him closer, begging for more of his delicious torture.
“Marcus,” she sighed. “What are you doing to me?”
“Whatever you want me to do, sweet,” he purred then tugged at the buttons of her jeans, ripping the material.
She gasped, her pussy spasming and leaking cream. She wanted him so bad it defied understanding. Only a moment ago she’d hated him. Now she couldn’t seem to get enough of him—couldn’t seem to get him close enough.
With an animalistic growl that sent her heart into palpitations, he lifted her onto the dresser and tugged her jeans off, throwing them across the room. Next went his shirt and her hands immediately moved to skim across his
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