‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’
I walk away and under his breath he murmurs: ‘Sixty-one.’
I usually weigh myself in stones and pounds, but I had to update my NHS app the other day which is why I know that nine and a half stone is exactly sixty-one kilos.
Chapter 23
I’m in a good mood while I shower. The shampoos have been replaced by super fancy ones, although who splashed out for them, I have no idea. The hot water feels heavenly, and the citrusy Aesop shower gel makes me sigh.
I’m rinsing conditioner from my hair when the lights cut out. A second later, the glass door slides open. I spin round and gasp. Mark is standing inches from me.
Naked. Erect. Enormous.
‘What are you doing here?’
‘I’ve come to satisfy a long-standing curiosity.’
He climbs in under the spray, forcing me backwards. The steaming water bounces off his solid shoulders and turns his hair black. He pushes forward until my back bumps against the cool tiles.
His gaze rakes up and down my body, then fixes on my mouth.
‘Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered about this.’ He palms my breast, and my nipple hardens. ‘Because I have. And do you know what I think?’
He presses his slick body against mine and brings his mouth to my ear.
‘I think it’ll be the best fuck either of us has ever had.’
His words draw a moan from my throat, and he smiles in satisfaction.
‘Turn around, Nella, and let’s find out if I’m right.’
I swallow, desire making me monosyllabic. ‘Here?’
He nods, then his hands wrap around my waist, and he spins me so I’m facing the tiles. Strong fingers grip my hips, and he leans forward until our bodies are crushed together.
‘You wore those fuck-me heels for me, didn’t you? I was hard all night thinking about fucking you in them.’ His finger lazily circles my breast. ‘But we can’t ruin them in here.’ He rocks against me, his hardness nudging uselessly at my lower back. ‘On your tip-toes, beautiful.’
I do as I’m told, then he bends me forward. My knees are weak with desire, and if it wasn’t for his hot hands on my soapy skin, I’d collapse.
I amachingfor him, for the sweet release only he can give me. I need it more than I need air, but he doesn’t move.
‘Do you want me, Nella?’ he murmurs, his breath at the nape of my neck. ‘Do you want me deep inside you?’
I gulp, feeling like I’m going to explode. I nod.
‘I can’t hear you.’
My words are guttural, desperate. ‘Please, Mark.’
His voice is hot in my ear. ‘Please,MisterMarino.’
I wake up panting.
Sweat has plastered my hair to my neck, and my heart’s about to jump out of my chest.
Jesus Christ. That was …unexpected.
I kick off the covers and pace the narrow strip of carpet next to my bed, waiting for my pulse to slow.
