“Let’s not talk about me going back. I want tonight to be about us.”
She gave a soft inhale and smiled. Reaching an arm around her shoulders, he pulled her into the crook of his arm. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but she seemed to fit against him perfectly, as though she belonged there.
Though their future was still up in the air. They had tonight.
He could think of many ways to forget his troubles in her arms.
CHAPTER 46
Marshall’s boner was seriously scrambling her brain right now.
“Can’t you unlock that door any faster?” he whined.
Well, she could probably do it if his hands weren’t running up and down her thighs and his obvious arousal pressing against her behind.
“Marshall, please, give me a minute,” she whimpered, leaning back into his chest and brushing up against the warm wall of his muscles. “What is wrong with this fucking key?” Colette let out a high-pitched growl and moaned when the key finally slid into the lock.
“Get…inside…” Marshall pressed his palm on the door above her shoulder and pushed it open as the lock released.
Colette gave a triumphant sigh, but there was hardly time to react. His hands moved everywhere, seeking, groping, curling into the delicate fabric of her dress. Her foot slipped, and she lost her balance, falling into the wall as he pressed deeper, his teeth nipping her bottom lip as he curled a hand into her hair and tipped her face to close the distance between them. Though their connection wasn’t exactly a secret, the longing they had kept in check all night bubbled to the surface.
Each brush of his tongue against hers fed a hunger she had been suppressing during their time apart. Desperate and seeking something to hold on to, she smoothed her palm along his hip, reaching to caress the firm flesh of his ass. Damn, she had missed every single part of him. She swallowed his groan as she explored and squeezed and teased the planes of his body.
“You’d better cut that out,” he warned, his voice thick and gravelly.
“What are you gonna do if I don’t?” she breathed against his mouth.
“I’m probably gonna come before we even reach the bedroom. Right there, on your shoe.” He pointed down.
Pulling her mouth away, she tilted her lips up to one side and raised a brow. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” Returning that gentle tug on his lip he had so generously given her moments ago. Marshall captured her mouth with a groan and pulled her close.
The gown scraped against her skin as Colette dug her hands into the fabric and hiked it up around her waist. The delicious pressure of his erection against her core sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body. She wasn’t sure how they had ended up dry humping in the vestibule of her apartment, but she was certain it had something to do with spending a week apart. It could also have something to do with the way her body hummed when she was in his presence, a constant tug of yearning pulling her toward him. She was powerless to stop it. At that moment, she hated her underwear, his pants and everything that was separating them.
“Marshall,” she breathed against his cheek.
His face hovered over hers, warm breaths ragged against her mouth.
Her body melted into his, wanton and desperate. Lonely and aching.
“What are we doing here?” The words came reluctantly out of her mouth, afraid to know the answer.
“I think it’s called foreplay,” he mumbled against her neck, rocking against her and ratcheting up that throb in her lower belly. Her body trembled as she responded to each movement. She wanted him so badly, yet reality came and doused her with an ice-cold bucket of doubt. A gasp awfully similar to a sob wrenched from her throat. Was she strong enough to do this?
They would have fun tonight…and then what?
Eyes closed, Colette shook her head to clear her thoughts. “No, I mean, are we hooking up here? I don’t want to be a bummer, but you sent me away.”
His frantic movements stilled. Slowly pulling away from where he was exploring every inch of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses cooling in his wake.
The loss of his warmth a dagger to her heart, she wound her fists around his lapels to bring him closer. His lips were pressed together as he absorbed her words.
“You’re right. I’m sorry… I don’t want to mess with you.” His voice was laden with sadness. The way his brows drew together, she knew what he was thinking.
The last thing he wanted was for her to feel used.
He didn’t want to repeat the mistakes of the past.
But that wasn’t what she was afraid of.
