“Yes,” I say, reaching for the bag to drop the bacon back in.
He pulls the bag back. “Nuh-uh.”
I give him a long look, then touch the tip of my tongue to the end of the bacon. Those cinnamon eyes swirl into espresso, dark and wanting as he watches my mouth.
I realize I’m chewing when I taste grease and sugar. In my daze, I put the bacon in my mouth.
“Oh, God,” I say, looking for somewhere to spit it.
But as I’m standing here near panic for myriad reasons involving revolting food and hot coaches, there’s a bright flash in my face. I look up to see Marcus aiming his phone at me.
“You did not just do that!” I screech.
He snaps another shot. “Do what?”
I force the bacon down my throat. “Delete it,” I demand.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, snapping another picture, an amused gleam in his eyes.
I grab at his phone, but he catches my wrist before I get hold of it. He slowly draws me toward him by it, that same hungry look in his eyes. My breathing stops and my pulse quickens as he tucks his phone onto his pocket and threads his fingers through my hair.
He spins us as a unit and presses me against the counter, and when his firm lips collide with mine, sparks crackle through the air and under my skin. He tastes like chocolate and bacon and all of a sudden it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. I feel my whole body vibrate to his frequency. When he lifts me and sets me on the counter I open my knees and he wedges himself between them. I can’t stop my hands from gliding over firm deltoids and landing on hard pecs.
The rush is intense. I can’t believe I’m touching him like this. We tear into each other, devouring each other as if our lives depended on it. By the time he finally breaks our kiss, we’re both struggling for air.
His lips brush over my forehead, down my temple to her ear. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Addie.” He shakes his head. “It’s more than that. I don’t want to stop thinking about you.” He pulls me against his hard body and fireworks explode in my chest. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore. All I know for sure is I was crazy to think that any of this is in my control.”
My hands skim over his shoulders before settling his back, and he closes his eyes and a moan rumbles deep in his chest with my touch.
He opens his eyes and they’re dark with hunger and want. “Tell me you’re feeling it too, Addie…that I’m not delusional.”
I want to answer but his kiss has robbed me of all breath. And then I lose my chance when his lips seal over mine again. His hand is sure as it glides down my back to my ass. He drags me forward so I’m pressed against him.
I hook my legs around his hips and pull him tighter to me. Flames erupt deep in my belly when his erection presses against the sensitive spot between my legs. I am totally out of my element here, but my body takes control like I’ve done this a million times. I inch his T-shirt up and he pulls away only for the second it takes me to lift it over his head.
His hand finds my breast over the top of my shirt and the rush is fierce—a bolt of lightning to my groin. I feel every part of him I can reach, still amazed that we’re here and I have permission to touch his body. Every muscle my hands glide over is steel under silk, coiled tight with anticipation.
I realize I’m grinding myself against him when he moans, a deep rumble in his chest that I feel more than hear. In one deft motion, he rips my shirt over my head and buries his face between my breasts.
I’m happy with the way I’m built, but I’ve always wondered if I’d feel differently the first time a boy saw me naked. But as Marcus unhooks my bra, and it drops away from my chest, I know the answer is no.
He’s staring at me, his eyes trailing over every inch of exposed flesh. My nipples harden to peaks under his scrutiny. He lifts a hand and cups my left breast as if it’s a precious, breakable thing.
His eyes find mine. “You are so fucking perfect.”