But his body, although it didn’t look different, felt as if it was lighter. As if he wasn’t carrying the heavy load that he had been for the last few weeks.
“Are you okay?” she whispered, her eyes roaming his beautiful face.
“I’ve got my girl in my arms, were headin’ to dinner in town. I’m perfect,” he said with a drawl in his words.
She smiled at his imitation of Branson.
“You’ve been hanging out with the locals to long.Headin’?” she asked adding her own long drawl to the words.
“Ahh, if yah can’t beat ’em, join ’em.”
She threw back her head laughing. “You’re pretty good at that.”
“Why thank you,” he murmured, leaning down and running his nose along hers, his voice dropping, and a shiver worked its way through her.
“Why don’t I come and wash your back for you?” she whispered, the pulse between her legs starting to throb as he slid one of his thighs between her legs, pulling her up to him.
He didn’t kiss her though, just continued to hold her as his lips trailed along her neck.
“Anything you want, little bird.” His whispered words feathered along her skin, flaming the desire between them, as he started to walk her backward.
They didn’t make it to the shower.
Halfway down the hallway, he had her backed up against the wall, his thigh still between her legs, her toes barely on the ground.
One of his hands went to her hips, slowly moving her, grinding her against him as she tried to hold in her moan.
His other hand went to her hair, fisting and pulling her head to the side as his lips continued to leave a trail of fire.
Burning.
Hot.
Searing.
She lost the battle and moaned as he nipped her neck, his teeth biting in to her skin, the pain going straight to her breasts. His tongue coming out to soothe it away.
“Now Mark.” She moaned as she felt herself start to climb. She didn’t want to go without him.
“No.” His hand in her hair went to her shirt, shoving it up and out of his way, his hand cupping her, his thumb twisting like he knew she liked.
“Mark!” she cried out, the waves coming closer.
“Fuck,”he muttered, and quick as a flash he had her pants down and off.
She hardly heard the clanking of his belt against the floor over their breathing before he was there, lifting her up, her back slamming against the wall as he filled her in one thrust.
A guttural moan left him, his head going to her neck.
“Fuck, baby you feel so good.”
She moaned as he started to move, words beyond her, but she was there.
“Yes,” he hissed as she clamped down on him. “Fuck yes.”
She didn’t hear him.
Her head was tilted back, pressing against the wall behind her, as the waves that had been pummeling her had finally won. Taking her under, drowning her in a pleasure and desire that only he could give her.
