“But I won’t,” he murmured against her skin as those damn lips took their time going lower. Lower still. Until they were in the vicinity she wanted them to be.
“You were saying something about a great pair of panties,” he murmured.
“Epic would be more accurate. But don’t take my word for it.”
He pushed her skirt up and revealed a matching scrap of red lace. After what seemed an eternity, his gaze, dark and heavy, met hers. “Scandalous.”
“Expensive,” she shot back, breathless.
Keeping his eyes on her, he tugged the lace down her thighs, tossed it aside, and slid a thumb over her, causing her to buck. “And wet.”
She watched while he sucked her juices off his thumb.
“Less talk, more action,” she urged.
He repositioned himself and kissed the curve of her thighs. “Better?” he asked, sparing her a glance before returning his attention to her core.
The sight of him there, between her legs, like it was his new favorite place, would have undone her if there was any undoing left to be had.
“You said foreplay wasn’t worth the effort,” he murmured, as his tongue flicked her clit.
Oh right. This had all started with that statement. With great effort, she summoned Frankie Peterson, woman in control, to the surface. “I’ve yet to have an orgasm.”
He chuckled before dipping his head and swiping his tongue over her again. The action sent a jolt through her so sharp she swore the room tilted, and a strangled sound ripped from her throat as her hips bucked helplessly beneath him.
He anchored her with his arms, mouth working her over like it was a task he’d been training for all his life.
Her hands twisted in the comforter as she tried to set the rhythm. He allowed it for a moment.
Then he took over.
Dragging her straight to the edge with ruthless precision.
When she came apart, sharp and sudden, her moan splintered into a broken version of his name.
Aftershocks rolled through her as he kissed his way back up her body, completely shutting down her ability to think with any semblance of coherency.
“I’d ask how it was, but that would imply I didn’t know,” he said in the cockiest bastard tone she’d ever heard.
A shaky laugh slipped out with her breath. “I take it back,” she whispered, still breathless. “Foreplay’s not a waste.”
Marcus raised to his knees and smiled. “My mission here is done.”
She slid her hands up his arms, ravenous for more. “Not even close,” her voice low and wrecked. “Show me what else you’ve got.”
Something in his expression shifted.
He leaned forward and kissed her, slow and deep, and she could taste herself on his tongue. Then he drew back.
“Wait.” She blinked at him. “You’re stopping?”
His thumb skimmed her cheek. “Yeah.”
“Seriously?”
“I should go.”
“Like…leave?”
