Page 42 of Wicked Flirt
She followed him upstairs to his bedroom with a king-sized platform bed on a gray wooden frame, matching nightstands, and dresser. He turned on the white-shaded nightstand light, leaving it on a dimmed setting that gave off a warm glow.
She patted the cream-colored comforter. “So this is where the magic happens.”
His arms wrapped around her. “The magic hasn’t happened in a long time. I was waiting for someone special.” He cradled her face in both hands. “I was waiting for you.”
Her eyes got hot and she closed them, hoping he hadn’t noticed. His lips met hers in a tender kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body fully against his, reveling in his taste, his scent, his hard masculine planes.
His mouth moved over hers as his hands caressed her, sliding up her back and over her shoulders, down her arms, sliding to her ass and then to the hem of her dress, which he lifted. He broke the kiss, pulling her dress up and over her head, helping her arms through the long sleeves.
His dark eyes raked over her body in a black push-up bra and matching thong. “My God, you are beautiful.”
For that brief moment she actually felt beautiful. Normally she felt self-conscious because she wasn’t busting with curves like most men liked. Her ex had said she had less than a handful, which was why she had so many push-up bras. She shoved her ex from her mind as Marcus licked his lips, staring at her modest cleavage.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
He grunted in response, stripping quickly, his fingers swift and sure on the buttons of his shirt. She watched with avid interest as more tanned skin and muscular chest were revealed. Then the shirt was off and she looked her fill at the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, from his broad shoulders to muscular pecs and abs. His dark happy trail led to a massive bulge. She reached for his belt, but he pushed her hands away.
He met her eyes. “Gotta ease the pants off when I’ve got a blue steeler like this.”
She grinned, very pleased to hear the effect she had on him. He eased his pants over his erection, down, and off. Her mouth went dry. “Full monty, baby,” she said, staring pointedly at the tent in his black boxer briefs.
“That is protection.” He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her for his kiss. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, returning the kiss passionately, his erection applying delicious pressure through the silk thong, making her crazy.
He lowered her to the bed, positioning himself over her as he kissed her, giving her only part of his weight. She ran her hands all over his warm skin, reveling in the heat and size of him. He broke the kiss, kneeling between her legs and pulling her to sit up. He undid her bra and tossed it. Before she could have even a brief moment of worry about the size of her breasts, his hands were there, cupping them, caressing, his lips nuzzling and nipping along her jaw.
She moaned. “Now, Marcus.”
He whispered in her ear, “This is going to be slow, baby. I want to savor you.” He then proceeded to make good on his promise, lowering her back to the mattress, taking his time kissing his way from her ear to her jaw to her throat, stopping frequently to return to her mouth—deep drugging kisses—his big hands continually caressing her.
“Marcus,” she moaned over and over, her hands gripping his shoulders, smoothing over his muscular back, wishing she could hurry him up, but the man was determined.
By the time his mouth closed over one breast, her hips jerked off the mattress. He drew on her deeply, his hand caressing her other breast.
Oh, God.She was already close, her insides tightening with each deep suck of his mouth.Now. She smacked his shoulder, and he lifted his head, his lips wet, his dark eyes hot on hers.
“Put your hands under your head and don’t move,” he ordered.
“I want you so bad,” she whispered.
“And you’ll have me,” he growled, “but first I get to savor you. Hands under your head.”
Still she hesitated. She wasn’t used to just lying back, letting the man do everything.
“Lexi, baby, just do it. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
“Are you going to give me G-spot ecstasy like I never imagined?” That was the only way she’d agree. Otherwise, she just wanted to get on with it.
His voice was rough and gravelly. “I’ll give it to you.”
A shiver went through her and she rested her hands under her head, which made her breasts lift. He licked his lips, caressing both of her breasts, his thumbs stroking the hard peaks. She moaned, her hips moving restlessly under him.
He lifted one breast, cupping it from underneath, his tongue flicking rapidly back and forth over the peak. She couldn’t help her moans, and when his mouth finally closed over her, drawing deep, the hollows of his cheeks beautiful, she nearly came right there. He lingered on her breasts for a long time, caressing, sucking, tugging on her nipples, making her wetter, throbbing for his attention lower. She might have begged shamelessly.
She let out a breath of relief when he finally shifted, kissing his way down her body, his hands sliding over her hips and to the inside of her legs, slowly stroking upward, until her hips were off the mattress, so wired and needy she couldn’t help but offer herself. He pressed her flat on the mattress with one big hand on her hip and then used both hands to spread her legs wide. She sucked in air.
His eyes locked on hers as he slowly lowered his head, his tongue taking one long lap over her.
“Marcus!” she cried, grabbing his head, her fingers gripping his hair.
