“Hey,” he says a moment before he leans down to kiss me. Oh, I missed the sound of his voice. With him being in another country and in different time zones, we were left to text when we could. I missed his kiss too. Marc’s arms tighten around my waist in an effort to keep me standing because with each caress of his tongue, my body sags against him and my knees weaken. Marc pulls away with a chuckle and it takes me a second to open my eyes and break the trance.
“Hey.”
“It’s good to see you.”
“Really good to see you, too.”
He grins. “Where’s your bag? We should go inside for a bit before we leave. I have plans for us.” His hands move up my sides then down to my lower back and down to slip into the back pockets of my slacks. He pulls me tight against him. For it to be in the low forties out here, my body is lit like an inferno from feeling him ready for me already.
“Backseat.”
Marc grabs my bag, takes my hand once again, and then drags me into the house.
“We don’t have too much time.” I hate to be the one to say it, but I don’t want to be late either because what if Scott wonders why we’re late? He knows I’m with Marc and he’s happy for me, but that’s not something I want him wondering. It’s not just because it’s Marc either. I was the same way with Roger. I have a bad habit of blushing once they make the comment about us being late, and then they don’t have to wonder why; it’s obvious.
“We have enough.”
“We have an hour until we’re supposed to be there and they live across town. Plus, I have to change.”
Marc swivels around, so I run into him. He walks toward me, causing me to walk backward until my back hits a wall. My breathing has already quickened. Marc keeps his eyes locked on mine as he unbuttons my blouse. Why am I protesting again?
“Do you want me, Elizabeth?”
God, that voice. That alone is enough to drench my panties. My thighs rub together, my head falling to the side as he starts kissing my neck.
“Elizabeth?” he presses.
“I don’t want to be late.”
“We can do quick now and take our time later.” He lifts his head as he discards my shirt. Those blue eyes seem so bright. I don’t know what I would do without him. I don’t know why that thought wants to appear in my head right now, but I shove it away as I take my bra off. That seems to be what Marc was waiting for because he shoves his body against mine, kisses me hard, and keeps on undressing us.
How can his hands be gliding over my skin like he adores me so much while hips are thrusting into me like he has to fuck me while his mouth is kissing me like he needs me? There’s sensation and emotion overload all at once.
Marc’s mouth moves down my neck and to my shoulder, lips moving as if he’s speaking, but I don’t hear anything. It’s all forgotten as my legs tighten around his waist. My groan turns into a sigh as I orgasm, Marc cursing a second later with his.
My fingers play with his hair. His face is still buried in my neck. His breath is harsh as it hits my skin, and it contradicts with the soft kiss he gives me every few seconds.
God, I’m so happy with him.
My mouth opens with an inhale and immediately closes. Oh my god. I wasn’t...was I...was I about to say I love you? That can’t be right. There’s no way I would’ve wanted to tell him that I love him for the first time after he fucked me against a wall! Who comes to that realization at a time like that?
Marc lifts his head with a frown. “You okay? You’re tense all of a sudden.”
“I’m fine. We should go before we’re late.”
He eyes me for a moment before pulling out of me, setting my feet on the ground, and we go about cleaning up and getting dressed. My hands are trembling from my supposed realization. Maybe it’s just from the sex high. Maybe it’s leftover thoughts from my lunch with Meredith and Sylvia. I don’t know. I’m not ready for any such realizations. I just told Marc I didn’t know if I could see a future with him; how can I be in love with him now!
We’re on the road almost to Scott’s when Marc reaches over, unbuckles my seatbelt, and grabs my thigh to pull me into the middle seat. He hooks an arm around my neck while I buckle up again.
“I’m okay, Marc,” I say before he can ask. “I got lost in my head for a minute is all. It’s nothing to worry about.” I turn my head to kiss his hand and then pull his arm tighter around me. “I’m glad you’re back; I missed you.”
“Of cou
rse you did.”
I laugh. “Just couldn’t help myself, right?”
“Exactly.” He pulls into the driveway and I notice he has a bag of cookies. “For Stella. She’s finally going to like me. I’m so excited.”