“What?”he clipped.
“Please make love to me.”
We stood staring at each other in the dim lights in hisfabulous entryway.
But all of a sudden I had my hand in his and was beingdragged up an elegant winding staircase.
I tripped.
Marcus stopped, jerked my arm, and then I was flying throughthe air.
I settled in his arms like a bride carried by her groom ashe stalked up the rest of the steps and prowled down the hall to his room.
“Seriously, really, truly,” I whispered to his hard jaw.“Ifyou’recarryin’ me in this way to your bedroom, honeybunches of love,somethin’ needs to come tofruition.”
He looked down at me when he cleared the doorway then hewalked me across his room and slid me down his body so I could take my feetwhen he made it to the side of the bed.
He bent to the side to switch on a light but straightened infront of me, right in my space.
“Are you leaving me?”he asked.
“Never,” I answered.
That was when he kissed me.
We fell back to the bed when Marcus pressed into me.
I immediately went after his suit jacket.
He went after the zip of my hoodie.
He let me win and I shoved the jacket down his shoulders.
He threw it off and then took down the zip.
I yanked his shirt out of his trousers and dove in at theback.
God, not for the first time I encountered skin that feltamazing.
Through all this, Marcus kissed me.
Suddenly, he rolled so he was on his back, I was on top, andhe sat up, so I was forced to straddle him.
Mycoochieliked the kissing.
It liked the straddling better.
“Baby,” I whispered.
He pushed the hoodie down my shoulders.
I tossed it away.
His eyes holding mine, he went after the back clasp of mybra.
His fingers there, and that was it.
He needed me to give him permission.To let him know where Iwas at.To show him I was with him, only him, this was only him and me.
