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Joy explodes in my chest as I dash to the door to meet him.
Breathless, I fumble with the chain and then unlock the door, wrenching it wide-open. Mark’s longish hair falls into his whiskey eyes, smoldering like caramel on the stove. My breasts feel heavy, and my nipples tighten at the way he’s undressing me with his gaze alone. My chest struggles to draw enough oxygen, and my fingers itch to touch him.
“Hi,” I choke a greeting. “Want to come in?”
Mark moves with intent and winds his hands around my waist, lifting me off my feet until I wrap them around his torso. “Hi. Just wanted to say a quick hello in person,” he whispers close to my lips as I melt into him, feeling every delicious ridge of his chest.
The haze of lust settles over me like a mist.
“I missed you, Lovebird,” he rumbles softly, and my nipples tighten, needing to feel his mouth on me before I combust. “Needed to see you before Monday and kiss those lips I craved to possess all week.”
“Then stop using
your mouth for talking.” I brush my lips against his. “And more of this.” I slip my tongue past his lips, getting high on his unique taste.
I ache for his sensual touch just like in the office two weeks ago when I surrendered to him.
“Hold on.” We move from the entrance, but it feels like we float, surrounded by each other. Mark sets me down on the floor, and I sway from a need gripping me so hard, I can barely breathe without him.
He grabs the edge of my top, almost ripping it off my body. My naked breasts spill free, but I cross my arms to hide my imperfections. Suddenly too aware of every cut and injury adorning my body. My cheeks flame as the reality penetrates the haze of lust.
“Don’t,” he demands, “don’t hide them from me.”
Mark uncrosses my hands. “Fuck, you look wild and beautiful when aroused. It’s hard to breathe or think whenever I see you. Don’t let yourself think that these scars will stop me from wanting you.”
He doesn’t care.
My chest fills up with warmth and my breasts tighten as his dark gaze locks on their tips. I can’t believe he finds me desirable even with my ruined skin.
“I want to taste every inch of you, every scar like a braille code meant for the blind man to read. When I’m done, there will be no spot I haven’t touched or mark I haven’t kissed. All of you will be mine.”
He lifts me up on the kitchen island, pressing his hard length into my groin. My eyes roll in my head as sharp pleasure fires down my center.
“I want to get high on your sexy moans and your unique taste. I crave to show you how to let go of your fears and worries, sweetheart, fill you with something new,” he sexily whispers, nibbling my earlobe and stroking my sensitive nipples into hard peaks.
“Take off your shirt,” I beg, needing to feel his bare skin against mine and soak up his heat into my cold and starved soul.
Mark discards his T-shirt on the floor, letting me take him in. His naked torso is a work of art and masculine power, radiating off him in waves. My hungry gaze roams his exposed scars, wondering about the story behind it. And beautiful tattoos, illuminated by the soft light coming from the windows. The defined chest carved with an eight-pack and sexy V, pointing to his hard cock covered by the washed-out jeans he’s wearing low on his hips. He stands so proud even with marks of his past etched on his skin.
My hands move to unfasten his jeans.
“Cassandra, baby . . . not here.” Such a guttural request fires my desire to play with his control more. I want him at my mercy, begging, calling my name, gasping for air as I touch him and make him come.
“Where then? I’m done waiting for the right moment.”
His eyes darken as he hears my voice vibrate with emotions.
“I’m suffocating, Mark. I want to feel free from all the turmoil.” My eyes burrow into his, hoping he’ll understand my desperation. Today, I feel the chasm of darkness more potent than ever.
Those whiskey irises sparkle with such intensity and brutal need, but he waits not giving in. My guts twist with fear he might refuse me.
“Are you sure?” Mark strokes my flaming cheek, knowing we’re going to battle the family to stay together.
I nod, not understanding what these intense feelings mean. But Mark makes me feel empowered, adventurous, and not afraid of my own sensuality. Perhaps because he knows about my emotional scars or because he has his own, but I feel bolder and braver with him. He makes me feel like I’m worthy and beautiful.
Mark’s stubble grazes against my neck as his hand roams my body to cup my aching breasts. The heavy globe rests in his warm, callused palm, rubbing the tip between his fingers.
“Stop playing, Mark.” But my concentration’s melting, the pleasure dissolving my restraints. My mouth parts and I arch my back, locking my legs tightly around his waist. I pull him closer, grinding myself against his hard cock. “Take off your pants.”
