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“If you didn’t do such annoying things, none of that would have happened,” I sass him back and he grins.
“Sassy all the way, that’s you.”
“Annoying and aggravating all the way, that’s you.”
“And yet you want me.”
I lean into his chest and my arms wrap around his neck as I run my mouth up and down the strong, corded muscles of his throat. He hisses out a sharp breath and then his arms wrap around me so hard that I can barely breathe.
“I need to get you inside before I do something that will get us arrested for public indecency.”
I throw my head back and laugh as he runs through the door like his ass is on fire. He pushes the door open and then slams it closed with his foot. Inside the darkened house I can hear Spud barking wildly from the living room.
He sets me on my feet and then runs to get the dog, picking him up and sprinting for the back door.
“I’ll be right back. Do not move or think. Don’t do anything. Just stay there. Then I’ll take care of your leg.”
His babbled orders make me laugh again and he growls while he runs out the door.
I immediately walk over to look on his bookshelves and wall, studying pictures of him with his mother and sister. Running my fingers along the spines of paperback thrillers.
The glass sliding door slams open and he comes jogging in, grabbing dog food and tossing it in the dog dish for Spud. Next thing I know I’m upside down and he’s striding down a dark hall while I laugh so hard it feels like I’m going to pass out.
He throws me on a plush mattress and growls, “I told you not to move.”
“I thought you were joking.”
“I don’t joke when it comes to you, baby.” He goes to the bathroom and comes back carrying antiseptic and bandages, all the things he needs to fix my leg. He pushes my skirt up above my knee and the way his hot hand runs up my bare skin has me struggling to stay in control.
He takes the top off of the peroxide and pours some out onto a cotton ball. “This is going to sting a little.”
I nod my head and he delicately touches my scraped-up knee with the cotton ball. I hiss out a breath and he gently blows on it, his eyes lifting. I can’t look away. There’s something in his eyes that has me transfixed. He finishes cleaning up my wound and then he steps back.
“I’ll run you next door.”
Hurt slams into me. “Are you saying that you don’t want me?”
His beautiful eyes widen, stunned. “Are you kidding me? All I am is want for you. But you’re hurt and I don’t want to hurt you more.”
“It’s a little scrape, Marcus. I’ve had worse than that on a good day. It’s no big deal.”
“I do not want to hurt you.” He enunciates each word.
“You’ll hurt me if you send me away.”
“Dammit, gorgeous. I can’t resist you. I’d do anything for you.”
I lift up and my lips are just a millimeter from his. “Then don’t.”
He backs away from me and rips his t-shirt off over the back of his head in that mysterious way that men have. He bounces on one foot as he toes his boots off and then grabs the other before he pulls his pants and boxers off like a stripper. It’s so fast I barely get to enjoy it. Then he’s climbing up my body, prowling like a big cat, almost purring which sets off fireworks under my skin as his mouth drifts up and down my throat, raking his teeth along the smooth column of it.
Then his hands drift down and start tugging at my silky blouse. “Fuck, I cannot tell you how much I’ve dreamt of seeing what you hide under these damn blouses.” He slowly, carefully peels the shirt open and sucks in a deep breath. “Holy shit,” he breathes. His fingers come out to run lightly along the curve of my red lace bra. His fingers are stained slightly from his job and the sight of his dirty hands running along the red lace makes me moan.
“God, that’s hot,” he growls. He pulls the strap down and his mouth closes around my exposed breast, lashing at my nipple like he can’t get enough.
My fingers wrap up in his long hair and I tug and pull with every suck and nibble. He growls and sucks harder, the pain making me groan and arch my back, pushing my breast up into his mouth deeper.
Then his teeth sink into the top of my breast and I scream, clawing at the sheets.
