Marly's Choice (Men of August 1)

Cade shook his head, fighting to understand her.

“What do you need, Marly? Tell me. At least give me a chance to give it to you.”

She frowned for a moment, watching him, her eyes dark and considering as whatever female form of logic twisted in her head. He groaned silently. Dammit, when did she get so complicated?

“Tell me, Cade. Just how desperate are you to kiss up?” His cock perked up for sure, but Cade had a feeling that wasn’t what she meant.

“I’m getting pretty desperate here,” he sighed, frowning. “Will it involve pain?”

“It will likely be the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced,” she told him softly. “Think you can handle it?”

He narrowed his eyes on her. “Will I be able to walk later?” He winced, hearing his own desperation. Dammit.

“Only if you really want to.” She shrugged. “It’s all according to you, I guess.”

His lips pursed as he wondered if she could really hurt him. Yeah, he sighed, she was mad enough to.

“Fine. Go ahead.” He winced, wondering what he was letting himself in for.

Marly’s eyes narrowed. “Move into the middle of the seat,” she ordered him softly.

Watching her carefully, Cade did as she told him.

“You aren’t allowed to touch me. If you touch me, then you prove you have no intentions of making up, and all you want to do is fuck.” She scooted a bit closer to him.

The fresh scent of her body reached him, making his body harden. Then his eyes widened as she moved to straddle his thighs slowly. Automatically his hands rose to clasp her hips, but with an arched brow she reminded him of the conditions.

“You’re going to torture me.” He watched her as she allowed her thighs to clasp him, settling against the bulge of his erection softly.

“Torture?” she asked him gently. “Last night you were begging me to touch you. I’m just going to touch you, Cade.”

She bent close, her lips settling softly against his neck. Cade’s eyes closed as her tongue licked at his skin in short, flickering strokes. The caress was like a blaze of fire that had his body drawing taut.

“I love to touch you, Cade,” she whispered. “But you never give me the chance.”

“I do,” he groaned, feeling his body racked with need as her lips caressed his skin slowly. She tasted him, stroked him, her inexperienced touch driving him insane.

“No, you don’t,” she told him softly. “You take control, and force the response you want. I don’t want to be forced, Cade. I want to be loved.”

Her hands were against his chest, burning through the silk of his shirt.

“Do you know why I always liked sleeping in your shirts, Cade?” she asked him as her nails bit through the material.

“Why?” he growled as he felt her teeth against his skin. She was killing him. He had never felt anything so damned hot as Marly moving slowly against his body, destroying his control.

“Because they were yours. They had been next to your body, and they smelled of you. So masculine and warm. They made me feel safe.” She nipped his ear as she whispered her secret.

His breathing was shuddering from his body, and he had to literally sit on his hands to keep from touching her. He could feel his heart pounding, the blood rushing through his body and it amazed him. He had never felt this, a pleasure deeper, stronger than anything he had ever known, and from something as simple as Marly’s lips on his neck.

“I liked you wearing the shirts,” he groaned. “I always did, Marly.”

His hips arched against her as she rubbed her cheek against his. Her skin was so damned soft he couldn’t stand it. He wanted to touch her so much it was killing him.

“Why did you like me wearing the shirts, Cade?” she asked him, her breasts rising and falling with her own quickened breathing, pressing them against his chest.

He stared at her, seeing her eyes go dark with arousal, and considered her question.

“At first, just because you liked doing it.” He finally shrugged uncomfortably.