He rolled between my legs.I felt his hand leave me butright after something hard and silky started gliding, sliding.
And then…
Then…
Eyes locked to mine, slow, gentle, sweet, Marcus Sloan, myman, the man every step of my life had been leading me to, slid inside me.
“Now, this…” I breathed.“Thisis where I wasalways meant to be.”
Beauty scored through his expression before his headdropped, he shoved his face in my neck and he groaned, “Daisy.”
I turned so I had my mouth to his ear.“Take what’s yours,baby.”
He did.
Pulling his face out of my neck, taking my mouth, he movedinside me and he took what was his.
Giving himself to me.
And a whole lot more.
I cried the intensity of my orgasm down his throat,clutching him with everything I had, limbs wrapped around, fingers gripping hishair, body shuddering.
He returned the beauty when his head snapped back, he buriedhimself inside me, his body bucked into mine, and I received it gratefully(still shuddering).
When he was done, he dropped to me but only for a breathbefore he rolled us but kept us connected and held me tight on top of him.
My forehead pressed to the side of his neck, I didn’t bothertrying to steady my breathing.I just let each breath rush out against his skinas I committed every second of the last twenty minutes to memory.
Everysecond.
It was only when I felt his fingertips drawing patterns onmy hip that I realized both our breaths were steady.
His fingers clenched into my flesh suddenly and his voicewas thick and astounding when he asked, “You’re falling in love with me?”
I drew in breath.
Then I lifted my head and looked down at him.
God, he wasn’t handsome.
He was everything.
“I was,” I answered.
His sated gaze went guarded.
“You were?”
“That ship has sailed, sugar.And I’m on it.It’s called,” Idrawled out my last, “theLove Boat.”
And I grinned when, under me and all around, I heard, saw,and felt my man burst out laughing.
Chapter Ten
The Second
Marcus
