“I want to make you my real girlfriend.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as his lips brushed mine.
I ran my hands through his hair as I kissed him deeply. He groaned and I could feel how aroused he’d become. My hard nipples brushed against his muscular chest, sending a warm ache throughout my entire body. My fingers trailed across his broad shoulders and powerful chest. I moaned as he cupped and caressed the gentle curves of my breasts. He took my nipple in his mouth and sucked as we both breathed heavily; then he kissed the other one.
We kissed some more and his kisses turned hot and urgent. My body came alive from his very touch. I loved the way his hands moved across my skin, so sensual, so delicate, so intimate.
He slid the lace straps of my underwear slowly, teasingly down my hips. His mouth came down to mine, and we kissed, long and wet. For the first time since the beach, we were completely uninhibited, exploring each other with heated curiosity as our arms and legs frantically intertwined.
I was straddling him now, streaked in random lines of moonlight as my fingers rested on the elastic band around his waist. I slowly pulled them off, dropping them on the floor and reclaiming my place on top of him. There was nothing between us now. No fabric, no hesitations. His breath caught in his chest, and he wrapped his fingers around my hips, silently urging me to start moving. But even though there had been weeks and weeks of subtle foreplay leading up to this moment, I wasn’t quite through playing with him yet.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Taylor,” I leaned down and hungrily kissed him on the stomach, “was there something you wanted?”
His body tightened and rocked beneath me, but still, I pulled away.
“I don’t know what you were expecting to happen here,” I frowned, “but I was assured that this is strictly platonic.”
“Not anymore,” he said.
My fingers dipped down between my thighs, and I took him in my hand, stroking casually up and down.
His head fell back against the pillows and he bit his lip to keep quiet. A sparkling, almost pleading smile played around the corners of his lips, but as he took my hips again to move me into position, I playfully swatted away his hands.
“What kind of message would it send if I went back on my word now?” I mused thoughtfully. My hand started moving much faster and he closed his eyes with a little moan. “I don’t want to be seen as weak or inconsistent.” Without breaking my rhythm, I leaned forward suddenly and bit him playfully on the collarbone.
His eyes snapped open with a gasp, dilated and hungry. With no furt
her warning, he flipped us around, shaking with silent laughter as he leaned me back on the pillows.
“I’ve never been more turned on by anyone.” He raked back his hair and grinned, curving over me as he positioned himself swiftly between my legs. “I’ve waited almost a month now, Rebecca. I cannot wait a second longer.”
With no further ado, he pulled himself into me. My eyes snapped shut, and I gasped from the sheer force of it, arching my body up to meet him as I clung to his shoulders. I shivered as his naked skin glided against mine.
There was no talking after that. No teasing, no words. Just the sound of our frantic breathing as our bodies fell into a quick, tantalizing rhythm.
I had never had sex like it before. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t just go out and have random sex with people I didn’t know—I’d been in several long-standing relationships. It’s just…I’d never felt about any of them the way I was feeling about Marcus.
I felt like I knew him. Despite that fact that I could probably tell you fewer concrete details about his life than anyone else, I still knew him. And he knew me.
We could predict each other. Sense each other’s moods and finish each other’s thoughts before we were aware of them ourselves.
And let me tell you…that level of connectivity, made for a rather fucking unforgettable time in bed.
I didn’t have an ounce of energy left in me as we finally collapsed against each other, burying our faces in each other’s necks to stifle the sound. While I was thrilled with our efforts, I didn’t think the waitstaff, sleeping in the rooms directly below, would be so delighted.
Still panting, Marcus rolled off of me and lay on the mattress at my side, winding his fingers affectionately through mine. I glanced toward him as he brought my hand to his lips and gave it a tender kiss. Our eyes met in the sudden stillness and he smiled.
“Your verdict?” I teased, wriggling around until I was nestled against his side.
He brought his arm up around me and hugged me to his chest with a grin. “Well worth the wait, Miss White.” He kissed the top of my head. “Well worth the wait.”
I closed my eyes and pressed my face against his chest, secretly thrilled at his words. Tales of his international debauchery had lingered just beneath the surface of almost every social conversation we’d found ourselves in since we’d met. I’d hate to think I didn’t measure up.
“Wanna drink?” he asked softly, stroking back my hair.
“Yeah, that would be great.”
“Water?”