“I need to stop trying to push you,” he said standing back up, her hands falling from his neck as he tried to step back, but she fisted them in his shirt.
“Winter, no,” he grated out as he wrapped his hands around hers as if to push her away, but he just rested his hand over hers, as if he didn’t have the strength.
“Don’t pull away from me, please,” she whispered.
She wanted this.
Wanted him.
Why couldn’t he see that?
You will never know unless you try.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, drawing her courage around her.
“I want you, Mark. I want this.”
“I don’t want to push you.” His hands fisted, and she reveled in the fact that it really wasn’t her. Just like Dr. Baker had said.
He was holding back for her.
Her Mark.
Always the one to watch out for her.
Protect her.
Even from himself.
But right then she didn’t want his protection.
She wanted him.
She stepped forward letting her hands slide up his chest, around his neck, pulling him down at the same time that she went up on her tip toes to meet him.
His blue eyes went molten. Blazing at her till everything blurred around her and his lips met hers.
She moaned as he backed her up again, the cold wall doing nothing to cool the desire between them as he came fully up against her, his hips settling against hers, and grinding into her, sending a shot of fire between her legs.
Her Mark.
Only he could give her this.
It was only him that she wanted.
And if it was the last thing she did, she would make him see that he was worth it.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his lips tracing her jaw, and down to her neck. “If it’s too much, please say something. I don’t want …”
“It’s not too much. It won’t be. I just want you, Mark.”
At her words it was his turn to moan. His hips jerked as if he had lost a little of the control that he had.
Then she was up, the floor spinning as he swooped her up bridal style and carried her to the bed.
Laying her down she let herself fall back, her head hitting the bed, and her eyes traveled the expanse of him. His broad shoulders and tanned arms sending a shiver of desire down her spine.
His fingers went to the buttons on his shirt, popping one right after the other, slowly, as his eyes traveled down the length of her. She was just in a pair of leggings and a cheap t-shirt, but by the heated look in his eyes, she would have thought that she was dripping in gold.
