“Will you take a shower with me, Marcus?” I wasn’t really suffering any aftereffects other than being tired. Now that I’d released the stress I’d been burying, I was okay.
I’d learned through counseling that panic attacks weren’t going to kill me, but a lunatic almost had snuffed out my life earlier tonight. Maybe it was the reminder of how fragile life could be that made me want to reach out and grab exactly what I wanted.
“Why? You said you’d be okay,” he reminded me as he slid the blouse off my shoulders.
“Because I want you to,” I confessed. “You asked me if I needed anything. The only thing I really need is you.”
Marcus
I wasn’t sure I could see her naked and not want to fuck her.
Hell, I couldn’t see her clothed and not want to nail her.
After she’d scared the shit out of me earlier tonight, and then just a few minutes ago while she was sweating bullets and gasping for breath, my need to be deep inside her was even stronger.
I hated the fact that she still had lingering effects from her time as a captive, but it was understandable. She’d been so damn brave, and I knew this latest investigation had to have affected her in a very big way.
I wanted to make her feel safe and protected.
Yet, I also wanted to see her coming for me.
She was offering, and I felt goddamn helpless to refuse. But… “Dani, I’m not going to take advantage of you right now. It’s been a really stressful day. Our adrenaline is still running high.”
I watched as she shimmied out of her skirt. “The way that I need you has nothing to do with adrenaline, Marcus. It’s there. It’s always been there. I’ve just tried to ignore it. But when I realized tonight that I could die in a matter of seconds, I understood that I have to stop being cautious sometimes. I have to ask for what I need.”
She was right. Our instantaneous connection that had started years ago while we’d both been in hot spots had always been present. I’d wanted Dani for a very long time, but we’d both chosen to ignore it. Hell, I’d gotten to the point where I couldn’t control my desire anymore, and I was damn sick of fighting it.
She was my best friend’s sister. Dani should be off-limits. However, I was unable to deny her right now. “I don’t want you to regret this,” I said honestly.
Grabbing the waistband of my jeans, she said, “I’d never regret you.”
“This isn’t going to be a fling for either of us,” I warned. “We stay together and see where this goes from here. We aren’t going to go our separate ways until both of us are ready.”
“Okay,” she agreed readily.
“We won’t be able to go back,” I warned.
“I don’t care,” she murmured as she released the most perfect pair of breasts I’d ever seen when she pulled the sports bra over her head and dropped it on the floor.
“Then fuck it,” I rumbled, my eyes roving over her tight, curvy body that was now nearly unclad except for a pair of stockings and flimsy underwear. “I’ve never claimed to be a damn saint, and I certainly don’t feel like one right now. If you want me, I’m yours.”
“I want you,” she answered almost immediately.
“Then God help us both,” I said, scooping her up into my arms so I could carry her to the bed.
“I probably stink,” she cautioned. “I was all sweaty.”
“You don’t,” I assured her. She smelled as sweet as sin to me.
The angst between the two of us dissipated, and I could think of nothing except how damn right it felt to have her body against mine, skin-to-skin.
I lowered her onto the bed gently. I had to make sure I didn’t move too fast. “Have you been with anybody since those bastards raped you?”
I was pretty sure I knew the answer to my question, but I had to ask her anyway. If I was the first for her since the kidnapping incident, we had to take things slow and easy.
“No. I didn’t want anybody else. I’d only been with two guys before, and nobody since I was raped by the terrorists. Now, the only man I want is you.”
Shit! What in the hell could I say to that? I was glad I was the first guy she’d wanted in a long time, but I was also wary that she wasn’t yet ready to be with someone.
I shucked off my jeans and dropped them onto the floor. “Dani, are you sure you’re ready for this?”
My dick was already plenty hard, but it got even firmer as her eyes roved over my body like she wanted to devour me.
“I’m beyond ready. Please, Marcus,” she pleaded in a vulnerable tone.
I dropped beside her and then hovered over her as I met her needy gaze. “Jesus! You’re so damn beautiful,” I told her hoarsely.
I shuddered as she put her hands on my chest to stroke the muscles there and then moved to my biceps.
I stopped for a moment, just absorbing the feel of her hands on my body. I’d wanted this for so damn long it was almost surreal. Finally, I lowered my head to kiss her.
The minute she opened to my demand, I knew I was fucking lost. I’d lusted after this woman for so damn long that my body was tight from holding back.
I took everything she gave me, and then I asked for more.
Finally, I lifted my head and buried my face in the side of her neck, feasting on the tender skin as I heard her moan. All I wanted to do was explore her beautiful body, make her moan louder.
“Marcus,” she said in a breathless voice as I latched on to one of her nipples, determined to make sure she was spoiled for any other guy except me.
Mine! She was always supposed to be mine.
I listened and watched her reactions carefully, not wanting to put her into a panic. There was no way I was not going to savor this experience, but my dick was urging me to hurry it along.
“This feels so good, Marcus,” she said, her voice quivering.
“It’s about to get a whole lot better,” I replied, straightening up for a moment so I could remove the thong she was wearing.
She helped, lifting her ass as I dragged the small piece of silk from her body.
Damn! One wrong move and her ass would have been hanging out of her short skirt. All she’d have had to do was bend the wrong way.
“I have a love/hate relationship with these,” I rumbled, tossing the panties off the bed.
I heard her stifle a laugh, and I was pretty sure she knew exactly what I was thinking as she said, “Do you want me to take off my stockings?”
They came almost to the top of her thighs, and were secured by a black, lacy band.
“No,” I decided. “Leave them.”
I ran a hand up each of her thighs, loving the hell out of the silky feeling of her stockings, but it was so much better when I hit her satiny-smooth skin.
She jumped, but she didn’t shy away as I lowered my body between her thighs. My heart was racing as I explored the small band of sensitive skin above the stockings with my thumbs and then edged up to plunge a finger through her silken heat, parting her folds, only to be met by a wetness that made me catch my breath.
Christ! She really does want me.