“It was you,” I finished.
“Daisy, I need to come to you.”
No he didn’t.
I needed to go to him.
And that was what I did, scared—no, terrified.
But slowly, one foot in front of the other, I did it, and hewatched me every step of the way.
And when I got just a little bit close, he bent way forward.His long arms coming right out, his fingers grasped me at my hips and pulled meinto his lap.
Then he kissed me.
It was soft and it was sweet.
But it was more.
The tip of his tongue touched my lips and I instantly lethim inside.He swept in, his arms around me closing tighter.He twisted at hiswaist, leaned into me, and I felt my back hit the couch, the warmth of hisbroad chest pressing to mine, his hand diving in my curls and closing around myscalp.
I had my arms around his shoulders, one hand curved tightaround the back of his neck, and I kissed him back trying to come even a littlebit close to giving him back all he’d given me.
Daisies.
Lobster.
Laughter.
Patience.
Understanding.
Everything.
I pressed my breasts into his chest.
He groaned, then growled into my mouth, but I felt it in mycoochie, and he took the kiss deeper.One of his armscurving down, his hand gliding down my side, his trajectory I knew to my ass.
But before he got there, that arm locked tight around mywaist, his lips slid from mine to my neck and he kissed me there.
Then he held me that way, his warm breath coming fastagainst my neck, all the other warmth of his hard body pressed to me.
I didn’t get it.
So I called, “Marcus?”
“Taking this slow,” he answered a question I didn’t exactlyask and he sounded like it was the last thing he wanted to do, not just sayingit, doing what he said.
That was sweet.I was sure I needed it.
Still.
“Youcouldamaybe taken secondbase,” I shared.
His head came up, his twinkling eyes caught mine, and he wassmiling.
“Maybe next time.”
