Page 46 of Our Broken Pieces
“I’m going to go check my email.” I untangle myself from her. Standing, I grab the remote from the end table. “I think a game is on.”
She takes the remote from my hand, turning on the TV. “You got it, prince.”
I walk to the kitchen, and once I’m safely out of view, I lean back against the fridge, squeezing my eyes shut. That kiss felt too good, too right. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, I want more. Fuck me. Fuck my body. Fuck my brain. I might actually feel something for my soon to be wife.
Chapter Thirty
Gigi
Marcus walks to the kitchen, and I let out a silent scream. I kissed him. Sure, it was pretty innocent, but I kissed him. He didn’t resist it, even though he was carrying his usual tension, but he didn’t stop me. I flop back against the cushions and try to catch my breath.
I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was how close he was, how he smelled, how it felt to be curled up beside him. Maybe I was just curious.
As I sit, my nerves calm and I bring my fingers to my lips. A sudden realization comes over me. It wasn’t awkward. It didn’t feel weird. At least not to me. When our lips met, it was like being zapped by a taser. Or like when you open the oven and allthat hot air hits you. All I know is I wouldn’t mind doing that again.
God only knows what’s going through his head right now, I could only imagine. He’s probably freaking out. I take a deep breath and rise from the couch. I should go talk to him before he spirals too badly. I walk into the kitchen and find him with a glass of whiskey.
“Am I that bad of a kisser?” I say, pointing to his glass.
He leans over the island, head hanging between his shoulders. “I’m sorry things went that far, G.”
“Please don’t be sorry. It was good for us to get that out of the way. Shit, we’ll have to kiss at our wedding, right?”
He downs the last of the amber liquid in his glass. “Yeah, I guess we will.”
“Well, now hopefully the next time that happens, you won’t have this same reaction and it will look like we’ve done that before.”
There’s a charged silence in the room until his eyes raise to meet mine. They’re soft, yet dark, still so damn conflicted. “Maybe you’re right.”
“Things would be a lot easier in this fake relationship if you just assume I’m always right.”
His head slowly shakes, the corners of his mouth upturned. “You’re a brat, you know that?”
“You like it.” I kick his foot with mine.
He lets out a slow breath, turning toward me. When I peer up at his face, something has changed. He’s not tense. His stance is more confident and fuck if it isn’t hot. “So, we need to make this believable?”
“Yeah, believable,” I repeat.
My heart rate picks up while my nerves vibrate as he steps closer to me. “Like we’ve done it a hundred times.”
My breath catches in my lungs when I see his eyes focus on my mouth. “You know what they say. Practice makes perfect.”
He takes one more step, his eyes intense, his body now relaxed as he places his hand on my jaw. “Practice might be good.”
I nod, licking my lips, his heavy gaze focused on the movement. “It’s practically required.”
At that moment, I see the spark ignite in his eyes, and his mouth covers mine. Our sharp inhales echo through the kitchen. This, this time altering contact, is a real Marcus kiss. Fuck, I see stars as he claims my lips, steals my breaths. His hand drops to my waist and his grip on my jaw tightens. I slowly move my arms around his neck and he pulls me against him with a force that causes a moan to escape me. His hands are strong but still gentle, his lips are forceful, yet move so smoothly across mine. The dichotomy of his touch has my head spinning.
His hand moves to the nape of my neck, tugging at the strands of hair. His lips move to my jaw. “We should stop.”
My eyes drift shut as he works his way down my neck. “Are you sure that’s all the practice you need?”
He lifts his head and looks at my chest. “By the way, your nipples are ready to cut through that t-shirt, princess. I’d say I’ve proven I’m capable.”
I tilt my hips toward his and feel his erection. “And by what is going on in your briefs, prince, I would say I’ve passed the test, too.” I lift an eyebrow.
He grabs my hair tighter, causing me to look up at him. “That smart mouth could get you in trouble one day.”
