He kicks the door shut and crushes me to his body.
When I feel the indisputable evidence of how much he wants me pressed against my stomach, it does a somersault. My breath catches and he pulls back for a moment, searching my eyes. But I wrap my hand around the back of his head and urge his mouth back to mine before he can think about what we’re doing. I slide my hands under the hem of his T-shirt and when I run my fingertips over the taut skin of his abs, I feel them contract in response. He tenses more under my hands when I glide my pinkies into the gap between him and the waistband of his jeans. His tongue stops moving in my mouth and for a second I’m afraid I’ve gone too far and broken the spell. But then he slips off my shirt and kisses me as though I’m life itself.
I’ve never felt so needed. I’ve never felt anything like the current flowing between us. As if he’s electricity and I’m his bulb, I feel myself begin to warm and glow. I melt into him and everything else fades into oblivion. All that exists are his mouth and his hands and his body. I only feel him.
And I feel him everywhere.
His electric fingers find their way under the strap of my bra and his thumb caresses my straining nipple.
As he slips my bra strap down and drops kisses along my shoulder, I lift his T-shirt higher and press my body harder against his, desperate to feel his skin against mine. But I lose all sense of myself when he lifts me right off the ground and crushes my body between the door and his swim-hardened chest. I wrap my legs around him and feel his erection press into the sweet spot between my legs.
I grind myself against him and his breath catches. For a moment, we stand frozen and I’m sure he’s going to pull away. But then he starts moving to my rhythm. My body first goes electric, then liquid. Every time he presses himself into me I think I’m going to die. Or scream. Maybe both.
He carries me to the bed and lays me back, then watches my face as he slips my jeans over my hips. He drops butterfly-soft kisses down my belly, then over my panties to the root of my world. He slips them off and his mouth finds me again.
As my hands fist in his hair of their own accord, never in my life have I felt so out of control. And it’s right now, in this second, that I decide to live. I lay myself totally open to Marcus and let myself feel everything.
He swirls his tongue over my clit, and I cry out, a sharp, “Oh, God!” His responding growl melts my insides into lava. He grasps my ass and grinds his face hard against me, and all of a sudden there are sounds I’ve never made in my life erupting from my throat. And when he sucks my clit, my fingers twist into his hair so hard I’m sure I come away with most of it in my hand. With one final howl, my whole world crashes down around my ears and I’m left panting, unable to get any air.
When my moans die down and I stop squirming under him, his mouth travels the length of my body back to my ear. “You drive me fucking insane,” he whispers. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a woman in my life, but I’ll stop, Addie. All you have to do is tell me.”
His hot breath ignites flames in my heart that spread like wildfire through my entire body. I pull his face to mine and kiss him with my entire soul. “I want you to love me,” I say, holding his gaze.
He looks a question into my eyes for several beats of my pounding heart and he must get the answer I’m sending him with every fiber of my being, because he glides his hand between my legs. His touch is tender, but electric all at the same time. He strokes my sensitive clit, then sinks a finger deep inside me and fireworks explode in my belly. I arch with the sensation, holding my breath until the rush settles.
“God, you feel good,” he mutters against my mouth.
He kisses me more deeply, then stands and shucks off his jeans.
When his hard-on springs free from his boxer briefs, the electric rush is intense. He roots in the pocket of his duffel for something, then crawls up my body and settles over me on his elbows.
“This is really what you want, Addie? Because I will wait for you forever if I need to.”
I kiss him, just the brush of my lips over his. “I’m ready to live.”
He smiles softly, but when I reach for his erection and stroke, the smile fades into a moan. He’s silk over steel, so hard and hot and another electric rush courses through me at the thought of having this part of him inside me.
His eyes fix on mine, and I feel his gaze demolish all the walls inside me.
He tears open the condom and I shake a little watching him roll it on, and when he lays on top of me, his weight feels so amazing. He adjusts himself, getting all our vital parts aligned, and he looks into my eyes again with a question in his. In answer, I roll my hips, pressing harder against him. He presses and I feel him stretch me, and when he slips inside I gasp.
“Okay?” he asks.