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She laughed and then she stopped laughing as he fit himself between her legs and slid inside. She was still so revved from before that sensation rippled through her with each sure thrust.
His fingers entwined with hers, pressing their joined hands to the mattress. His dark gaze was intent on hers. “Beautiful. You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”
She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by his sweetness, lost in pleasure once again. His thrusts accelerated, deeper, harder, until she was grabbing him by the shoulders, hanging on for a wild ride as his powerful body pumped into her.
“Marcus!” Her body squeezed him rhythmically with the intense orgasm, her hips bucking under him.
He let go with a roar, his head arching back, pumping over and over, bringing her more pleasure, her body taking everything he offered greedily, completely at one with him. Finally he stilled, buried deep inside her, the only sound their harsh breaths.
He lifted his hand, cradled her jaw, and kissed her tenderly.
She let out a swoony sigh, rocked body and soul. He was magnificent.
He rolled off her. She flung her arms to her sides in complete abandon, one arm thrown across his chest, totally and completely satisfied. So worth the wait.
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Chapter Eleven
Marcus lay on his side, admiring a naked Lexi on the mattress next to him. She was slick with sweat, her muscles lax, her arms flung wide open. He loved seeing her like this, open and spent. This was the point when most women left, sometimes on their own, sometimes he offered to walk them home. Not this woman and he’d make sure of that. It was one thing for her to admit she adored him, another thing to actually stick.
She was something, strong yet soft in all the right ways. He’d pushed her hard, wanting to bring her the greatest of pleasures. Not all women could get there, she had to surrender to it, to trust in him, and Lexi had. So beautifully and so completely that she’d actually passed out. That was a first. What pleased him most of all was having Lexi’s trust. At least in bed. It was a start. He knew she’d been burned before by her ex, and it had been bad enough she hadn’t been with anyone in months.
He brushed the damp hair back from her face.
Her eyes slowly opened. “Stop staring at me.”
“Can’t help it. You’re beautiful. Stay the night. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
She stared at him for a moment, her eyes soft before she looked away. “What’re you making for breakfast?”
“Orgasm pancakes, you in?”
She laughed and relaxed again. “Who can say no to an orgasm pancake?”
“Exactly.” He turned off the light and slid his palm over her flat stomach to the gentle curve of her hip. She remained completely relaxed, loose and limp, like he’d taken every bit of tension out of her. “So beautiful,” he murmured.
“All men think a naked woman in their bed is beautiful.”
“I’ll tell you again when you’re dressed.” He pulled her on top of him and arranged the covers over them both.
She lifted her head. “I can’t sleep like this.”
“Why not?”
“You turn me on too much. I’m already getting excited.”
Pure joy speared through his heart. He loved the way she spoke her mind. He shifted her, tucking her against his side. “Can you sleep like this?”
“No.” She rubbed his chest, her fingers lightly tracing across his collarbone to his shoulder and down his arm. “You smell too good. Like sex and sexy male.”
“That’s a lot of sex.”
“I know it. That’s how I got here.” Her breathing slowed as she drifted toward sleep. “What’re you really making me for breakfast?” she mumbled.
“Cereal.”
“I love cereal.”
