Charlotte
“You ready for tonight?”Marcel calls out a few seconds before appearing in our bedroom doorway.
“Almost,” I mutter between curled lips. I swipe a few more careful strokes of dark red gloss along my bottom lip. I actually feel…happy tonight. More excited for a night at the clubhouse than I’ve been in a long time. Rooster and Shelby have returned from her tour. Everyone from the Downstate charter should be visiting. It’s going to be fun. I need fun.
Marcel groans. “What are you trying to do to me?” He steps behind me, resting his hands on my hips. In the mirror, he seems to tower over me. He leans closer to brush a kiss against my neck. “You know I can’t resist that color on you.”
I hold the tube in front of his face. “This is different. It’s a gloss, not a matte lipstick. Melted Poppies, not Unicorn Blood.”
“As if it matters.” He hooks a finger in my hair and slides it out of his way, dropping a kiss in the dip between my neck and shoulder. “It’s hot as fuck and makes me want to do dirty stuff to you.”
A bolt of electricity crackles down my legs. “I don’t think we have time for dirty stuff. Maybe just stuff.” Somehow, I keep my voice steady and carefree.
“I always have time for you.” He dips down and slides his hands under my bathrobe, over the outsides of my thighs.
The tube of gloss falls out of my hands, clattering onto the counter. My legs tremble from the sensual tickling of his rough hands against my skin. I curl my fingers over the edge of the sink. Otherwise, I might melt into a puddle.
“That’s it. Hold on,” he encourages. His fingers brush my hips. “No underwear. I like that.”
“Well, not yet, I—”
“Shh.” He brushes more soft kisses over my shoulder. “How are you feeling? Ready for family dinner night? It’s going to be complete chaos now that everyone’s back home from the tour.”
“I was looking forward to hearing all the crazy stories from the guys. Jiggy’s version of events is always somehow hilarious and creepy.”
“Very true.”
I inhale a shaky breath, keenly aware of Marcel’s hand creeping over my thigh. “But I could be convinced to stay home.”
“Why not do both?” He squeezes my hips and spins me to face him. Heat floods his eyes. He lifts me and sets my butt on the counter.
My heart squeezes. How is it possible to never get tired of looking at this man? I reach up and run my fingers through his thick blond hair, staring into the intelligent teal eyes that have captivated me from the moment we met. “What’s your secret?”
He lifts his eyebrows. “To?”
“Getting more handsome every day.”
The fierce expression on his face softens. “Handsome?” He tugs at the knot in the belt of my bathrobe.
“Sexy. Definitely sexy.”
“And?”
“Fuckable. Extremely fuckable.”
Satisfaction curls his lips. “I live to please you, Sunshine.”
He finally works the knot loose. I shimmy my shoulders and let the robe fall open. My skin warms where his gaze falls on my body.
The look of appreciation in his eyes burns hot as ever.
“Now that you have me naked—”
“Not quite.” He tugs the robe from my shoulders and off my arms. “That’s better.”
“It seems unfair that you’re not.” I tease my fingers along the edge of his belt buckle.
“Take what you want, Sunshine.” His lips tilt into a cocky line.