Page 105 of Serenade Me

Chapter Thirty-nine

Anca

The sun is way up high in the sky by the time I wake up. Everything feels warm and bright. I look down, and a slightly furry arm is wrapped around my side and I smile, pushing back against the body next to me in bed.

Marius nuzzles his chin into the crook of my neck, his cheek slightly scratchy, making me squirm.

“What’s up, wriggly?” he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Me, finally. It must be close to 11 a.m.” I say, interlocking my fingers with his.

“Who cares? Let’s stay in bed, order a greasy cheese pizza and watch rich people bitch about each other and eat $60 salads.”

“You mean... you and your bandmates,” I giggle.

“You little witch, you!” Marius rolls me onto my back, pinning my arms over my head as he tickles my chest with his chin.

“No!” I squeal as I squirm, with no intention of being let go.

“Oh yeah, you know you like it, sexy musician beard rash all over your neck, so they know you’ve been ravaged by me and my $60 salad-eating mouth.”

“You make it sound so sexy, tell me more,” I purr.

“See? I knew you liked it, wait until you here about what I can do with my $80 tofurkey- wings-eating fingers,” he growls, making a mock sexy face.

I pretend to shiver and give him a lusty wink. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

His face softens into a sweet smile, letting go of my arms as he drops his mouth down onto mine giving me a soft kiss. “That’s all you baby, all the special is you.”

I reach up, running my fingertip over his bruised cheek. It’s still purple and blue, the beginning of yellow edges denoting healing haven’t appeared yet. I lift myself up and kiss his wound gently, my heart aching that he’d been hurt because of me.

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, “why the sad face?”

“How are those wheelbarrow riding gonads of yours today?” I ask, and the smile breaks into a huge grin.

“Care to find out?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows at me.

I call his bluff and reach between us, sliding my hand over his groin. It hardens instantly, and he lets out a choked groan.

“I guess that answers your question.”

“No, I think we need to really make sure there wasn’t any lasting damage,” I say, my hand still running over his growing hardness and tracing my tongue along his neck. It’s sweet and salty like the sea air here.

Marius runs his fingers down my arms and down over my bare sides, digging gently into my thighs. I love the way he touches me. Like he can’t get enough. I sigh, moving my hand to slide under his briefs and wrapping it around him, stroking him as he moans against my mouth.

He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and eases them down my legs. I kick them off, and wrap my legs around his waist, rocking gently against him.

“I’m trapped,” he growls.

“You don’t sound too angry about it,” I giggle.

“That’s because you’re a witch.”

“But a nice one, one who lets you see her naked.”

“But I’m not naked,” he sulks, trying to pull his briefs down. I tighten my legs around him, stopping him and he growls again.

“Maybe you should ask the witch nicely to help.”