The minute the door closed, leaving us alone, Marcus dropped my arm like a shot.
He turned to me with a chilly frown that soon faded, to be replaced with a genuine smile. Then suddenly, he was laughing uncontrollably, a sound I’d never heard from him before.
Realizing I’d become the source of his entertainment, my fascination turned to annoyance.
“Care to share?” I asked around the food.
He wiped his eyes. “I’ve never seen a woman eat a banana with less finesse.” He laughed again. “You look like a, what do you call it? A chipmunk.”
“Oh?” I said frostily after I swallowed. “You often watch women perform with fruit?”
His mirth returned.
I wanted to remain angry, but the sight of Marcus letting his reserve go made my heart leap. He seemed so approachable now, so close to touch.
Like a drink of cold water in a wasteland of desert.
He stopped laughing when he met my gaze, the need in his ocean-blue eyes swirling into a storm.
“We have things to talk about.” He took a step closer, bridging the distance between us.
“I know.”
“There’s more you should know. Things to plan.” He pulled me into his arms, his gaze locked on my mouth.
I licked my lips and heard him groan.
“Later.” He sealed my mouth with his.
As if we hadn’t come together just last night or even this morning, I lit up just for him. Memories from our previous lovemaking piqued my desire even higher.
He touched me everywhere, his pressure soft and hard, urgent, yet so sensual I wanted to melt at his feet. Within moments, he had me naked, his hands plastered over my chest, making my breasts swollen and heavy.
Leaning in, he kissed my nipples, nibbling and sucking me until I couldn’t help an unwilling moan of surrender.
“Yes, sertia,” he murmured, working magic against my body while one of his hands circled lower.
When his clever fingers parted and entered me, then plunged deep inside, the suddenness shocked me into near-climax. I teetered on that torturous edge before the bastard retreated.
“No, sweet.” He slowly thrust his fingers in and out, grazing my clit too lightly to push me over. “Let’s make it last.”
I tried to pull him closer, and he lowered me across his bed and stared at me as he removed his clothing. Before, we’d been too rushed for me to fully appreciate his physique. But now, under the light of day, I caught an eyeful.
I’d always loved a strong upper body on a man, and Marcus made my stomach do flip-flops. He had corded abs, and the thin stream of silky black hair that lined his sculpted chest and disappeared below his jeans made me want to trail the path with my tongue.
His eyes smoldered as he watched me watching him. Knowing I could affect him with just a look had me drowning in desire.
“I’m going to take this slowly,” he promised and stepped out of his jeans and underwear.
I swallowed audibly. His cock, long and thick, was impossible to ignore. He stood before me, hungry yet cool, making me burn to shake that unruffled composure.
“How do you do it, Marcus?” I couldn’t help my husky voice. I rose to my knees and saw his eyes darken as they fell to my full breasts. I leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his chest, encouraged at his quiet intake of breath.
“You’re so together, when all I can think about is kissing you.” I licked the spot and moved lower, kissing him just above his navel. “Tasting you.”
He fisted his hands at his sides, and when I glanced up, I noted he’d clenched his jaw.
I shot him a sly grin. “Such composure. How can you be so calm when I can’t stop my heart from racing? All I think about is what you’ll taste like when I kiss you there.”
