He didn’t utter a word. Only short sharp breathes gave away his true intentions. She wanted to yell at him for scaring her half to death, but the irresistible magnetism that drew them together sparked a current of hunger, connecting them with an invisible force.
His brawny torso was silky and smooth leading to a pair of loose sports shorts that rested on his angular hips. An obvious arousal strained against the jersey fabric.
His roaming hand slid further, manipulating her covered breasts. He tugged the delicate ribbon that held the robe in place and let it fall away.
Her skin was exposed in a position of surrender. She inhaled sharply as the swell of her need grew tenfold when his gaze drifted down her trembling curves.
“Marcus?” she mumbled, teetering on insanity. “What are you doing?”
A soft groan escaped her throat as his teeth grazed her collar bone. With her hands still above her head, he shunted her legs open with a bent knee. He leisurely licked the hollow of her neck in one sweep, invoking a pleasurable shiver.
His wicked mouth ventured lower and his teeth latched on to her pebbled nipple. When he pulled away, a seductive pop sent sparks of excitement through every muscle.
Teasing wet sweeps, trailed between her breasts, tracing the quick pulsing beat in her throat. In a short few seconds her heart was going to spontaneously combust.
Quickly locating her folds, he inhaled sharply, finding it wet and ready. His middle finger hesitated at the entrance to her sex, waiting, teasing an intrusion that would give her exactly what she craved.
Their breath mingled and their lips barely touched. Marcus’s dark pensive gaze held her prisoner. “Stay away from Emilio,” he commanded with a low rasp.
Her heart lurched. “Why are saying that?”
His gaze dawdled on her heaving breasts, then oh so slowly reached her inquisitive eyes. “I miss you.” His words clung to the heated air. “I can’t even enjoy fucking other women without thinking of this sexy body.”
Her heartbeat hesitated. “You’ve been with other women – already.”
The pressure around her wrists grew. “One woman, who failed to do anything for me.”
That familiar unwanted feeling of jealousy ripped through her body like the tremors of an earthquake. An involuntary shake started at her head and rocketed through her bones.
“So soon,” she choked out.
Her lungs ached when a gust of bitter air filled them full, but it was her shattered heart that crumpled, accepting the cold hard truth. Marcus didn’t love her.
He ran straight into the arms of another woman. The man had lived up to his playboy status like she dared to believe he would. And here she was, falling back into his arms like a mindless fool.
“I regret every second I was with her,” he gritted out, digging his fingers deeper into her wrists and dragging his probing hand away from between her quivering legs.
“I don’t believe you.”
“One woman, one fuck, zero enjoyment.” His eyes glowed with an intensity that pierced through her barriers.
He wasn’t smiling or bragging. No sign of contentment in his revelation. A remorsefulness weighed the creases on his brow and a flash of his penance swallowed her whole.
Lost in a dizzying torture, she jutted her head closer, wanting but waiting. A burning need to have him all to herself blazed through her soul.
She needed him, despite the consequences, aside from his thoughtlessness. His warmth and power were the tonic for her soul. The medicine to soothe and remedy her broken heart.
The soft fleshy warmth of his lips melted away the tightness in her chest when they finally met her needy mouth. She sighed through her nose, savouring his seductive taste and letting his teeth tug at her defences.
He cupped her chin with a firm pressure, pressing the pad of his thumb into her cheek to deepen his scorching kiss. The prickles on his cheeks scratched wildly as the angle varied.
Giving in to him, she danced with the devil and let him singe her heart with a lust like none other. She propelled her hips into his groin.
“Marcus,” she murmured gutturally.
His breathing was ragged and his grip unyielding, until he freed her wrists, and her hands dropped to his shoulders. She rocked into him, draping her arms around his neck. His probing fingers slid down her silky skin, over her fleshy soft belly and back down to her thighs.
“Lana,” he growled. “Stay the fuck away from Emilio.”
