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Again, she tried to formulate words, but nothing came out. His full lips curved into a smile and she felt herself melting. Like right there on the spot, she was sure she would dissolve into a puddle of lust.
He reached for her and she stepped back. She wasn’t afraid of him. She was terrified of what he represented. Tamilya knew she wanted him, more than she wanted her next breath, and that should scare the hell out of her. He’d left her in a mess when he broke it off before. What would happen to her if he left her again?
Tamilya shook her head, more to herself than to him.
“The cat doesn’t have your tongue?” He cocked his head and studied her. “I have a feeling you’re overthinking things.”
“If I don’t, I’ll…” …get hurt again. She couldn’t say it out loud. If she did, he would have power over her.
“You’ll what?” he said, moving closer.
She shook her head again.
He sighed. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s all you have to do, Tammy. Just tell me you don’t want me to take you to my room and let you take advantage of me. But tell me now so we can move on—”
She placed her hand over his mouth to stop him from saying it. Moving on wasn’t an option. Not now that she was starting to fall for him all over again. She knew it was probably a mistake. Her head was telling her that much, but deep down in her soul, she wanted—needed—this. Him. Just him.
He stepped closer and slid his hand around her waist. When he dipped his head, her eyes fluttered closed. She expected a full-on sensual assault, but he didn’t do that. Instead, he brushed his mouth over hers. It was the lightest of kisses, barely a kiss really. It shouldn’t have her heart racing or her body shivering. But it did. Her heart beat so hard against her chest, she was sure he could hear it.
As he pulled her closer, she let go of those fears, the ones that had held her back, the ones that told her she didn’t need him. She might not know what the hell was going on in her world at the moment, but the one thing she understood was that she needed him. Now.
Tamilya slid her hands up over his arms to the back of his neck. His skin was warm, the scent of him surrounding her as he shifted, and she could feel his cock hard against her stomach.
Yes! This!
She wanted to forget about everything else in the world, even if for a little while. She pressed against him and he groaned, the sound vibrating through her entire body, all the way to her soul. The sound was so primal, so basic. He deepened the kiss, invading her mouth, and she felt the little bit of control she had left being torn to shreds. Not that she had much when it came to Marcus.
He turned them so that her back was against the wall. Pressing his body completely against hers, he slipped his hands down to the waistband of her jeans. Her stomach muscles quivered when his fingers slipped beneath the fabric. With one hand, he undid the button. All the while he continued to kiss her. Her nipples pebbled as he slid his hand up her body to her breasts. The slight touch sent a vibration of heat coursing through her entire body. Damn.
He tore his mouth away long enough to grab the bottom of her t-shirt. He yanked it over her head, tossing it on the floor behind him. He bent his head, pressing soft kisses on the sensitive flesh that rose above the fabric of her bra. She quivered as he slipped down her body to his knees. With ease, he slid her jeans down her legs. Her panties soon followed and soon she stood there with nothing but her bra on.
Marcus didn’t give her time to even think about how odd it was. She was almost completely naked, and he was still fully dressed. He picked her up off the floor, draping a leg over each shoulder as he used the wall to steady her.
He kissed the inside of her thigh before he buried his face between her legs. She was already so damned turned on, she was amazed she didn’t lose it right then and there. His tongue danced over her slit before plunging inside of her. It was a good thing he had her legs on his shoulders. Otherwise, she was sure she would have fallen down. Again and again, he delved into her inner core, pushing her closer to completion. Just as all the tension dropped from her belly to her sex, he moved his mouth away from her.
She growled in irritation and he chuckled. He eased her legs down, then rose to his feet.
“Stop frowning, Tammy. I want you in my bed before you cum.”
She didn’t know how she made it on her legs. They felt like rubber as he dragged her down the hall to his room. He undid her bra, tossing it aside before he eased her back onto the mattress. Her legs were dangling off the side of the bed. Marcus stepped between them and looked like he was going to join her on the bed. She shook her head.
“What?” he asked.
“I’m naked.”
His mouth curved. “I know,” he said, his deep baritone rolling over the syllables.
The pressure between her legs built and she felt incredibly wet. She needed to squeeze her legs together, but Marcus stood there, unmoving, stopping her from giving herself some relief.
“I don’t like being naked by myself.”
He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and stripped it over his head, throwing it behind him. When he moved again, she shook her head again and placed a hand on his bare chest. His flesh was warm, and she could feel his heart beating hard against her hand.
“The pants,” she demanded, although it came out as more of a breathy whisper.
“Not a chance. Not right now. I want to take my time with you, but if I take them off, I’ll want to be inside of you within seconds. So, for now, I’m going to keep them on.”
Her entire body flushed with his plain talk. She’d always loved that about it him.
