“Faye? You gonna say something?”
“Oh. Shit. I guess I didn’t share my thoughts aloud….” I impishly snicker. Only Mark would have me so tongue-tied I’d forget to respond.
“Ha… Nope, you’ve left me twisting in the wind over here.”
Reaching out my hand, I cup his face and assure him, “We’re on the same page, Mark.”
His features immediately relax, and for the longest moment, neither of us says anything. His perceptive hazel eyes stare deep into my soul. It’s like he’s reset time, and there’s never been any distance between us.
Instantly, I’ve been transported to those carefree days when we were teens.
The logical side of me knows that’s impossible. There’s obviously so much I still don’t know about him. The last few days have been such a whirlwind, I’m not even sure which side is up when it comes to Mark Lancaster.
Squeezing my free hand, he regains my attention. “What’s going on in that head of yours? I can tell your wheels are spinning again.”
“How is it, despite our years apart, being with you is as easy as breathing?”
“Ha… Ain’t that the truth.” He exhales deeply. “I’m not sure what’s going on, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I ran into you the other morning. I loved spending time with you and the boys last night.” Leaning closer, his voice deepens, “Listen… I know you’ve got an early morning, but any chance I could talk you into hanging out tonight, if I promise to get you in bed at a decent time?”
“Depends on what you have in mind,” I tease, pulling him in for a kiss.
There’s nothing sweet or slow about this kiss.
No, it’s primal, searing, and the kind of kiss that could make you forget your own name. I’m vaguely aware of him pulling me closer. Then he lifts me and sets me on the counter of the island in front of him. When he steps between my thighs, I lock my heels around his waist and hold on tight.
God, he feels amazing.
The heat from his body against mine makes me burn with desire.
Tugging at his shirt, my fingers itch to feel his skin against mine.
In one fluid motion, he breaks our kiss to remove his shirt. Then, his gaze nearly incinerates me as he watches me quickly tug off my cardigan and rip my T-shirt over my head.
When I’m left in only my lacy bra, he wraps his arms around me and closes the distance between us. Burying his face in my neck, the hairs on his muscular chest tickle my skin. After squeezing me tight, he trails hot kisses along my collarbone and down my chest.
“God, you taste incredible. I can’t get enough.”
When he rolls my nipple with his thumb through the lace, a guttural moan I barely recognize as my own escapes.
“God, Mark… More.”
Trailing hot kisses down my torso, my body pulses with desire.
With a firm hand, he presses my back against the cool granite.
I barely register the chill that races up my spine as his hands make quick work of unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them off.
Running his tongue along my hip, he moans, “Christ, Faye, you always wear the sexiest panties. Someday, I’ll take the time to appreciate them, but I need to taste you more than I need my next breath.”
Within seconds, he’s got my panties past my ankles and has pulled me to the edge of the counter. His wicked grin captivates me as he murmurs, “Fuck, you’re beautiful, sweetheart… But those sexy thighs will look even better wrapped around my shoulders.”
“God, you’re ridiculous.” I laugh as he manhandles me to the place where he wants me.
“No, I’m efficient.” His words are the last thing I register before that sensual tongue of his licks up my center.
“Fuuuuckkkk….” I moan, gripping the edge of the counter, needing something to keep me anchored to earth.
His warm breaths and quick strokes around my clit have me rolling down a runway, ready for takeoff. When two long fingers slip inside, he quickly finds a relentless rhythm, and before I know it, I’m teetering on the edge.
