No Turning Back (Man-Maid 1)

Without warning, Jensen was there, taking her into his warm embrace and holding her tight. Marquetta lost the battle, and the floodgates burst wide open. She’d never cried so hard in her life.

Chapter Nine

Jensen had never felt so helpless. He lifted Marquetta into his arms, carried her inside and strode to the couch. As he sat down with her cradled in his lap, Marquetta continued to cry, and he simply let her. After a few minutes, she sobered and attempted to pull herself together. When their gazes met, Jensen could see the pain reflected in the depths of her eyes. The loss of her baby tore at him beyond words. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know it’s feeble, and I wish there was more I could do.”

“It’s okay,” she said in a voice raw with emotion. “The thing is, what I felt for Sheldon, well, it wasn’t true love.” She touched his cheek with her palm. “It was a young girl’s kind of love. I can see that now, because what I feel for you is so incredibly intense that I never even knew such a thing existed.” She touched his lips with her thumb. “I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love here, and I have no clue what to do about it.”

His chest swelled with emotion. “How about you agree to give me a chance to prove I’m worth the trouble? I won’t make you regret it, I can promise you that.”

Jensen’s anxious gaze held her spellbound. Could it be that this dominant and powerful man was afraid she’d reject him? Marquetta allayed his fears in the best way she could—she kissed him. Oh my, she would never get enough of his perfect, full lips. Jensen quickly took over the kiss, his mouth ravenous.

She lifted away and stared into the deep-blue pools of his eyes. The kiss had only added fuel to a fire that was already burning out of control. “I want you,” she breathed out.

He stood, crushing her to him. “Music to my ears, beautiful.” He carried her to bed and placed her ever so gently in the center. When he began stripping out of his jeans, Marquetta went still. The sight of his body would always take her breath away. He was just too good-looking for her peace of mind.

His dark hair and the stubble on his jaw only emphasized how incredibly rugged and masculine he was.

Within minutes, he had her naked. Jensen put one knee on the bed and pushed her legs wide. Before she could blink, he descended between them and licked her pussy. “Oh God,” she moaned, arching up to get him closer. She needed his tongue inside her, licking her and sending her into orbit. Jensen’s tongue delved deep, and Marquetta let out a whimper, wondering if the man was a mind reader.

As Jensen tasted and teased her, feeling the quiver of Marquetta’s supple thighs, he knew no man could ever touch her like this and walk away unaffected. She belonged to him. Her desire was for him, no one else, to tease to life. Jensen used his thumbs to part her delicate folds, exposing her swollen clit as he did, then he licked her sweet center and sucked the small bundle of her clitoris. He flicked it back and forth with his tongue, and Marquetta came undone, screaming his name. Jensen stayed put as he swallowed every last drop of her tangy juice.

As he lifted up and took in the sight of her, Jensen’s cock lengthened. God, she was magnificent. Her eyes were closed, her arms stretched above her head as she clutched the headboard for dear life. Instinct took over as he said, “I hope you understand I’m a man who doesn’t share well with others. You belong to me.”

She opened her eyes and stared at him, unmoving. He slipped his hands beneath her hips, cupped her ass cheeks in his palms and squeezed. “Have you ever had this cute ass fucked, sweetheart?” She bit her lip and shook her head, obviously too embarrassed to speak. Jensen’s heart warmed. “Do you trust me with your body?”

Several seconds passed before Marquetta said, “I’ll let you try, but if I don’t like it—”

“We stop immediately, I promise.” Jensen slipped his hands beneath her, then gently turned her over so that she lay on her belly, her ass mere inches from him. As he stared at her lying in the center of the rumpled bed, the low light of the bedside lamp turning her skin golden, Jensen groaned. “Fuck, you’re as pretty as a picture.”

She turned her head and admitted, “I’m a little scared. This is way out of my comfort zone.”

“Shh, it’s okay.” He touched her right where he’d wanted to touch her since they’d begun this wild back-and-forth dance, on the soft skin of her ass. “Just let me make you feel good. That’s all I want.”

He got on his knees between her legs and leaned down to lick one smooth cheek, from the crook of her leg to the small of her back. The startled gasp that came from her was not so much from fear now but raw sexual hunger. He recognized her sounds already. Her needy little whimpers and anxious groans. He wanted to make her scream with a satisfaction only he could give her.

He moved off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m seconds away from changing my mind here,” she replied, gripping the comforter above her head.

“I promise you’ll only feel pleasure at my hands.” He touched the cleft of her ass and stroked. “Do you have any baby oil?”

“The bathroom cabinet,” Marquetta said.

Quickly, Jensen retrieved the bottle and wasted no time in resuming his position between the silky thighs of the woman he loved. He popped the top of the bottle and poured a small amount into his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm the slippery liquid before touching her tense shoulders. “Relax, woman. This is supposed to be fun.”

“You keep that up, and I’ll be too relaxed to be of much use here.”

He chuckled. “Hey, no falling asleep.” Jensen began moving his hands over her collarbone, then her neck.

As he skated his palms down her arms to her wrists, a hum of pleasure emanated from her throat. He massaged the oil into the skin of her wrists before moving to her spine. He took care to smooth each vertebra, feeling her body go nearly boneless. He leaned close and placed a small kiss to a spot he’d already massaged. “Feel good?” he asked against her slippery skin.

“Mm, oh so good. You could skip the housecleaning business and open your own massage therapy office. You’d make a killing.”

“You’d be okay with me touching other women, huh?” Jensen asked, knowing the answer. Marquetta was gentle, but she was no pushover. She’d never sit idly by if she caught him with his hands on another woman. Not that it mattered. She was the only woman he wanted to touch. No other could hold a candle to her.

Marquetta stiffened. “On second thought, the housecleaning business is a way smarter venture.”

“Thought you’d see it that way,” he murmured as he smoothed his fingertips over her lower back. “Now, hush and let me make you feel good.”