“What if I want a dog?”
That earns me a boisterous laugh. “Okay, fine. Within reason.”
“And here I thought I was going to be Sam and Sadie’s favorite person.”
Marcus grabs my hand and presses a kiss to my palm. “You already are. Mine too.”
“Wow.” I laugh. “It was easy to win over the Evans family.”
“You know, you’re technically a part of it too.”
Moving to straddle his lap, I run my fingers through his soft locks. “That’s going to take some getting used to still.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think you’re doing it just by being here.”
Marcus smiles at me, rubbing his thumb over my jaw. His fingers sink into my hair, massaging my scalp. “You’re wearing an Evans jersey. I think that solidifies it. Especially with how damn sexy you look right now.”
“I thought you might enjoy it.”
“It means you’re going to need to come to every game now and wear this. You’re my good luck charm.”
I wiggle over his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath me. “Could other things be considered a good luck charm?”
“What do you have in mind?”
Grabbing the hem of the jersey, I pull it up and over my head and unfasten my bra and flick that off. I make quick work of the buttons on his shirt and push it over his shoulders.
“I could get used to this.” Marcus leans forward, closing his lips over my nipple.
The way he flicks his tongue over the tight bud has me arching into his hold. His large hands send fire pulsing through every inch of my body.
Pulling his mouth off me, I kiss him. Deep and fierce. Controlling it as he holds me close. Bare chest to bare chest. The contact is creating a storm of electricity around us. Our slow, languid kisses as our hands roam over each other ratchet up my desire.
I cannot get enough as I rock over him.
“Fuck, Harper. I cannot get enough of you,” Marcus echoes my thoughts.
Standing, I grab his hand and pull him up with me. “Care to join me in the shower?”
I shimmy out of my leggings and toss them in Marcus’s direction. He’s tripping over himself to get his shoes and pants off, and laughter bubbles out of me.
By the time I flip the handle to start the shower, Marcus is behind me, pulling me into his arms. I lock eyes with him in the mirror.
My breath catches in my throat at the look on his face.
Desire. Want. More love than I ever thought I could have in this world.
“I fucking love you,” Marcus whispers. His hands are resting on my hips, steam filling the bathroom. “More than I’ll ever be able to tell you, Harper.”
Pulling Marcus’s hand to my mouth, I kiss the vein on his wrist. It’s hard to contain the emotions that are swimming through me.
Love. Intimacy. Contentment. Trust.
“I love you forever and a day.”
“Forever and a day,” Marcus repeats back to me. “It won’t be long enough.”
