He nods, and I let out the breath of air I’ve been holding.
“The night we met for the first time. Do you think I liked or hated you?”
He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure you hated me.”
I shake my head, and as he shrugs off his jacket, I say, “I liked you so much it took me having two orgasms before I could fall asleep.”
He starts to take a step toward me, but quickly stops as he whispers, “Fuck.”
The heated look he gives me makes me want to drag him to his bedroom.
“Which part of your body do I love most?” he asks, his voice sounding gruff.
How the hell must I know?
“My eyes?” I guess. He loves making eye-contact.
He shakes his head, and I scrunch my nose as I look down at my clothes. Jeans or t-shirt. Damn, why didn’t I wear more clothes?
I unbutton the jeans, and as I pull the zipper down my eyes meet his. I watch his eyes drop to my hands as I start to push the fabric down my legs. His lips part slightly as he lets out a breath.
I drop the jeans on my shoes as his eyes burn a path back up to my face. He has the same unwavering look on his face that he had right before he kissed me breathlessly the night before.
“I love your ass. I can’t wait to bend you over the bed so I can feel your ass grind against me as I fuck you.”
I can only blink as my mouth drops open from his suggestive words.
I’ve always been attracted to Marcus, but right now he’s off the charts hot.
I take a shuddering breath. “Am I ready to have sex with you?”
Everything around us fades away as my focus zooms in on Marcus.
He takes a step forward as he whispers, “Judging by your panties, you’re wet and ready for me to fuck you raw.”
Holy hotness overload. If we keep this up, I might just orgasm from his dirty words.
“Which sexual position do I prefer?”
“From what you said about my ass, I’m going to guess doggy style.”
He nods slowly, and I take a step closer to him. We’re touching distance from each other. My heart starts to beat faster, as I wonder what he’s going to do once we’re right in front of each other.
Chapter 18
MARCUS
I meant for the game to be a fun way of us getting to know each other better, but fuck that idea. Seeing her cheeks flush pink, and her eyes burn with need, tonight will end with Willow in my bed.
Her tongue darts out and she wets her lips. Fuck, I’m so hard my cock is about to tear through my pants.
Willow looks uncertain about the question she wants to ask.
“How many times do I orgasm during sex?”
Shit, I’m going to get this one wrong. I stare at her as I think about my answer. The uncertain look is still on her face. Wait. Is she nervous about the question?
Then it hits me.