“Not more beautiful than you, though.”
“Well, aren’t you a smooth talker?”
“Is it working?”
“None of it is necessary.”
“Oh, it is plenty necessary. You see, you seemed to have forgotten the way a man should treat you.”
Mark cages me in at the island and bends his head to kiss me deeply. I don’t hesitate to let him in when his tongue teases the seam of my lips. Humming his approval, he steps closer,molding our bodies together, placing both hands on my neck in a gentle grip that tips my chin up and back with his thumbs so that he has better access to my lips. I sigh, loving the way my body becomes putty in his hands.
“I’m ready.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” he mutters breathily against my flesh.
His lips crash back over mine, and his hands wander down the front of my body before scooping around to grasp my ass, lifting me up and setting me on the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in close, and he growls against my lips, pulling my ass closer to the edge of the countertop to line our hips up. The hard length of him pushes insistently against my aching center, and the frustrated moan that leaves him has my insides screaming, ‘Take me now! Right here!’.
I tug at his shirt, and he obliges me, yanking the thing over the back of his head and tossing it on the floor as he dives back in for my mouth. His desire to have me is overwhelming in the best of ways. I trace along all the hard lines of his abs and toy with the front waistline of his jeans with my fingertips while I tease his lips with my tongue. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, biting down lightly against the plump flesh. This spurs him into action because he groans and picks me up, carrying me off toward the hallway, kicking off his tennis shoes as we go. When he kicks off his second shoe with a smidge of frustration, it knocks into my lamp, knocking it sideways onto the couch.
“Shit!” He begins to set me down so he can fix it, but I grasp his face with both palms insistently.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Fuck…”he curses under his breath before claiming my lips again and crushing me against the hallway wall. The need rolling off this man feels unhinged, and I fucking love it. Hungry lips skate along my jawline and down my throat as he slips his fingers underneath my shirt, one hand yanking the shirt up alittle so he can get his hands on all the smooth skin. A sexyMmmmleaves his lips the minute they make contact.
Helping him out since he’s holding me up against the wall, I reach down to grab the hemline of the tee and pull it up over my head. His eyes roam along the cups of my bra greedily, and he looks up at me with a salacious grin.
“Those...are fucking gorgeous.” He gulps, then bends to kiss one, then the other. “I’ve missed you,” he says to them in greeting, and I throw my head back with a throaty laugh. My laugh is overridden by a soft moan when he captures a nipple between his teeth through the lace and nibbles ever so lightly. His hand reaches into the cup, relieving my aching breast from its confines and baring the nipple to his tongue. He draws a lazy circle around it before sucking it into his mouth.Oh, that’s good.
“Now I’ll finally get to see this sexy-as-hell body come alive underneath my fingertips. The whole time in that closet, I cursed myself for not being able to see the look on your face when you finally had your first orgasm in years.”
“You still haven’t seen my first orgasm on your cock.”
“Shiiiiiit,”he curses, long and drawn out, grinding said cock against me. I grab his face and kiss him hard, getting a bit more insistent and hoping he’ll take the hint and get us to the bedroom. I need to be naked, like, yesterday.
I reach between us, trying to get my hand down the front of his pants, and that seems to do the trick. He pulls us back from the wall and whisks me down the hallway. He starts to turn right, but that’s the guest bedroom.
“Left,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips, and he corrects his direction. He strides into the room, and when his knees knock into the bed, he tosses me down onto the comforter. Leaning over, he clicks on my bedside lamp.
“I won’t be missing a second of the action tonight.”
Biting my lip with anticipation, I scoot back on the bed as he unbuttons his jeans, yanking out condoms from his back pocket and dropping them onto the nightstand. He shoves the denim down, kicking them toward my bathroom door. He looks feral. I want him losing his mind with need.
“Mark…”
“Yes, baby?”
“I don’t want those condoms.”
He bites his lip, eyes simmering with lust as he leans over me, caging me in with his forearms on the bed.
“Are you asking me to fuck you bare tonight?”
“I want you to fuck me bare. I’m on the pill. I need your skin against mine.”
A strangled sound leaves his throat, fierce need sparking in his eyes. They’re no longer simmering; they’re blazing.
“I’ve never been with anyone without one,” he says contemplatively, inhaling deeply, clearly fighting for control as he flicks the button on my jeans with one hand.
