Page 73 of His to Keep
“I needed that, more than anything,” she muttered, suddenly realising she had fallen in
love with him.
She stared into his green gaze, quietly understanding why she couldn’t move on from him. Marcus McGrath had the power to crush her heart, yet it was his.
He thumbed her chin. “It’s okay, I feel it too, Lana.” His voice was resolute. “We’re on the same page.”
Together they stood in silence, the seconds drifting into minutes. They were cloaked in the pale glow of the bright moon, lit up under its all-seeing contemplation.
She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, absorbing the feel of his skin next to hers. Then, she peeked up at him, fluttering her lashes.
His eyes were filled with emotion, a hot, raw intensity. “Christ, Lana, seeing youin those fucking hot little panties…let’s just say, I’m showing a monumental amount of restraint right now.” His sly grin sparked an intense throbbing heat between her legs. “But first, we need to talk.”
Every molecule and every cell in her body ached for him. They had been apart for what felt like a century, a loss that rivalled death.
Her senses were consumed with his sensual smell, bare torso and sexy smile. Talking was the last thing on her mind. With a feather light touch, she fluttered kisses along his prickly jaw.
“We need to talk about it, beautiful,” he persisted between long lingering kisses.
“Not yet,” she panted.
She impishly pulled away from him. A crafty smile teased her stained lips. Taking a step back, she slowly lifted his polo shirt up and over her breasts and dangled it off her forefinger. It sank to the floor with a quiet swoosh.
He grabbed her hips and dug his fingers into her flesh, stuffing his nose into her hair and inhaling. “I missed this perfect body so much.”
The tender kiss that followed welded their hearts together. A kiss of promise, a kiss of desire, a kiss of love.
Her thighs hugged his hips and he carried her to a lounger. Laying her back on the pillows. He gazed down at her with a heart stopping grin.
Maintaining eye contact, he knelt to worship her. She scooted back, dropping her knees wide at his command.
He licked from her navel to the seam of her wet panties and shoved his hands under her buttocks. She tilted her pelvis into his face as he breathed in her sweet musky aroma like it was his favourite scent.
“You’re so fucking amazing, Lana. I could stay between your legs all night.” His voice was rugged as he yanked off her panties and tossed them away.
He smoothed his palms across the silky flesh of her buttocks and buried his head in her heat. A low groan filled the serenity when he slid his tongue inside her.
“That feels so damn good,” she said in a breathy gasp.
She was wet and greedy. Her internal muscles squeezed around his probing fingers and her hips bucked.
He wanted to talk, that’s what she had craved for so long, but now, she just craved his touch more than his words.
His wicked lips latched onto her swollen bundle of nerves and he sucked, hard and fast before pulling away with a tug of his teeth. Her fingers had carefully threaded his hair before his demanding tongue circled and licked, but now her nails dug into his scalp and her fingers curled firmly.
A rippling sigh flew from her throat with each spasm, followed by a throaty moan. He gazed up, locking his dark gaze with her flushed face.
Lifting, he opened his mouth to speak, “Lana, we need to talk...”
She pressed her forefinger to his mouth. “There’s a time to talk and that’s after.” Her tongue darted across her lips, and he urgently released the buttons of his jeans.
He freed his hard cock and quickly rolled a condom down his throbbing shaft. She let out a gasp, welcoming the sheathed crown as it nudged her opening, inching deep inside.
Her muscles contracted with the intensity, struggling to take his fullness as it stretched her wide. With gentle leisurely thrusts, he built up an excruciating arousal. Their lips found each other’s in a deep sensual kiss.
Marcus growled into her open mouth. “You feel so good. So, fucking good.”
With an upward shunt of her hips, he drove into her with an unforgiving force. Her raspy groans filled the silence, joined by the slapping of flesh to flesh.
