Reckless (Enemies to Lovers 2)

Fuck, she knows. “It’s about Marcus, isn’t it?”

“You know?” she asks surprised.

“I overheard Jax on the phone the other day. He’s trying to get Marcus moved to the top of the donor list. He knows they won’t budge, but it doesn’t stop him from trying. He’s also been in touch with a heart spe

cialist in Europe. Apparently, the doctor takes on cases no one else is willing to touch.”

“No luck with that yet?” she looks so hopeful, it hurts.

“Not yet, but we’re not giving up. Jax is trying to get an appointment set up with him.”

“Does everyone know?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think so. We’re waiting for Marcus to tell us. How did you find out?”

“He told me,” she whispers.

I’m surprised. I never thought Marcus would open up to Mia first.

“It’s really bad, Logan. He’s dying, and I feel so helpless. I just came from his place. He’s lost so much weight it’s scary.”

I frown at hearing that. He looked fine earlier.

She must read the confusion on my face, because she says, “He wears padded suits and covers the rest with make-up.”

What the fuck? “Seriously?”

“Yeah, it’s so unfair. Why Marcus?”

“I don’t know, Sweetheart. I wish it wasn’t him.”

“Me too.”

I pull her into a hug and hold her for a while. Now I understand why she doesn’t want to take things slow. No one knows when their time will be up. She’s right, though. We only have this moment. We’ve already wasted years we could’ve been together.

“Let’s get some rest,” I say, just wanting to hold her in my bed.

I pull my shirt off before reaching for hers. Taking hold of the hem, I slowly pull it up so I can savor the first time I get to undress her. When I crouch down to take off her shorts, I press a kiss to her stomach, taking a deep breath of her unique scent. She’s wearing the same sexy outfit she had on when I saw her pole dancing, and it makes my heartbeat speed up.

I lead her to the bed and wait for her to climb under the covers, before I lie down next to her, taking her in my arms.

I’ll be happy to hold her like this for the rest of my life. It’s all I ever wanted.

Her fingers skim over my abs. “Which gym do you go to?”

“I don’t,” I say, suppressing the urge to kiss her, only because I want to savor the anticipation a little while longer. I was serious when I said the second I kiss her I’m going to ask her to marry me. There’s no one else for me.

“Then how do you stay in shape?” Her fingers keep trailing the lines of my abs, making it so much harder not to strip her bare and bury myself inside her.

“It’s from running after you,” I chuckle.

She pushes me onto my back, her smile seductive as she whispers, “I better thank you then and just for future reference, I’m on the pill.”

I force myself to think of laws and court procedures, in an attempt to not lose control.

Her breaths are warm, as she lightly caresses her lips over each muscle. I pull her hair free from the band holding it, and watch as it falls over my skin. From this point of view, it looks like she’s seconds away from giving me a blowjob, and the sight alone makes me groan.

Her eyes are heavy with lust and all I can think is that she’s beautiful. She moves, bringing her leg over my hips, and then she straddles me, pressing her pussy down on my cock.