Page 28 of His to Keep
“Yes, I fucking will,” she protested, even though the desire to kiss his lips burned from her heart to her core.
She fought against the natural instinct to throw herself into his arms and beg him not to push her away. Poking her head out from the neck hole of the hoody, she peered out at him. “I’m leaving…right now. Go to hell, Marcus.”
Before she could slot her arms into the sleeves, Marcus marched around the bed frame and loosely tied the sleeves in a knot. “You’re staying, Lana.”
In the faded moonlight the tiny flecks in his green eyes swirled like gold leaf. She could stare into his eyes for eternity and never get bored.
“I’m not going to stay where I’m not wanted,” she said with a surprising calmness, almost sedate. The lengths of her hair mapped her face. She puffed air from her pouted lips in a bid to blow the strands out of the way.
His fingertips gently swept her face free. “You’re not leaving,” he insisted. His fiery gaze curled her toes.
“Why should I stay...” she whispered raggedly, daring to believe he really did want her to stay.
He thumbed her chin. “We’ll work this out, some way or another. You just need to trust me.” Each word rumbled out from his chest and settled in her happy ears. “I have women on my payroll. They’re employees, that’s all they are, whereas you’re something else.”
She teetered on tip toes, so they were almost face to face. She inhaled, drawing in his familiar musky scent. “Fine.” She blinked with a teasing acceptance. “Kiss me, Marcus. I need to feel something other than this fear.”
His fingers ploughed through her hair and rubbed across her scalp. Cupping her head in the palm of his hands, he paused millimetres from her parted lips.
Her belly clenched while her hands slipped out from under the top and gripped his taught arms. His hot mouth blazed a path along the hollow of her throat until it found her hungry lips. With leisurely sweeps he licked and sucked, dipping inside her mouth to play.
She breathed into him, thankful he was home and happy to let him break down her rigid barriers. He lightly sucked her tongue into his mouth before breaking their kiss.
“I know Rory cheated on you outside of the club rules. I wouldn’t do that. If I had hooked up with another woman, I’d tell you straight out.” He told her, his eyes serious.
“I know.” She gazed up under heavy lids, melting under his seductive spell. “I’m sorry. My head is all over the place. Being with you is the only thing that makes it all okay, so when you’re gone, I’m hit with a double whammy of fear. I was scared, Marcus. I know it’s all in my head, and I need to deal with it, but you make me feel safe.” She nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “Let me make it up to you.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Pancakes!” she announced, leaning back to catch his eyes.
His forehead dropped down and pressed lightly to hers. “Pancakes?”
“Yeah, with strawberries and syrup.” She laughed quietly.
His eyes suddenly darkened with lust. “Forget the pancakes. I’d rather drizzle warm syrup all over your pussy and lick it off,” he said gutturally.
The black circles in his eyes expanded, sucking her into his expectant gaze. A nervous laugh bubbled in her throat. “That’s a better plan,” she whispered.
He yanked the hooded top back over her head and placed his index finger on her solar plexus. “I’ve missed that cute laugh. It’s been a while since I’ve heard it.”
Her lips curved upward and she fell back onto the bed with one nudge from his finger. Blonde locks fanned the sheets as she lay there, exposed and ready.
Lana sucked in sharply, feeling the warmth of his palms that slipped under her silk shorts. He inched them past her hips and over her knees, sweeping a heated gaze over her ivory skin.
The moisture from his wicked tongue sizzled on her skin, igniting little bombs of pleasure with each savoured lick. His fluid movements were slow and intoxicating, fuelling her anticipation.
Stopping his satisfying torture, Marcus arched over her body. “Are you ready for this?”
Her insides quivered making even her speech shaky. “Yes, Marcus.”
A deep throaty growl gave away his gratification, making her stomach clench. “You want me to fuck you?” His hot lips dragged across her collar bone, venturing down to her fleshy breasts, then his gaze cut to hers.
She hummed with delight as his teeth grazed the tendons in her throat, lingering at her mouth. Each addictive kiss filled her core with a red-hot intensity. She needed more, and he was happy to oblige.
“Beg me to fuck you,” he commanded.
Lana whimpered, widening her legs as he slanted his groin, positioning himself between her thighs.
