Marcus
I wasn’t sure I could see her naked and not want to fuck her.
Hell, I couldn’t see her clothed and not want to nail her.
After she’d scared the shit out of me earlier tonight, and then just a few minutes ago while she was sweating bullets and gasping for breath, my need to be deep inside her was even stronger.
I hated the fact that she still had lingering effects from her time as a captive, but it was understandable. She’d been so damn brave, and I knew this latest investigation had to have affected her in a very big way.
I wanted to make her feel safe and protected.
Yet, I also wanted to see her coming for me.
She was offering, and I felt goddamn helpless to refuse. But… “Dani, I’m not going to take advantage of you right now. It’s been a really stressful day. Our adrenaline is still running high.”
I watched as she shimmied out of her skirt. “The way that I need you has nothing to do with adrenaline, Marcus. It’s there. It’s always been there. I’ve just tried to ignore it. But when I realized tonight that I could die in a matter of seconds, I understood that I have to stop being cautious sometimes. I have to ask for what I need.”
She was right. Our instantaneous connection that had started years ago while we’d both been in hot spots had always been present. I’d wanted Dani for a very long time, but we’d both chosen to ignore it. Hell, I’d gotten to the point where I couldn’t control my desire anymore, and I was damn sick of fighting it.
She was my best friend’s sister. Dani should be off-limits. However, I was unable to deny her right now. “I don’t want you to regret this,” I said honestly.
Grabbing the waistband of my jeans, she said, “I’d never regret you.”
“This isn’t going to be a fling for either of us,” I warned. “We stay together and see where this goes from here. We aren’t going to go our separate ways until both of us are ready.”
“Okay,” she agreed readily.
“We won’t be able to go back,” I warned.
“I don’t care,” she murmured as she released the most perfect pair of breasts I’d ever seen when she pulled the sports bra over her head and dropped it on the floor.
“Then fuck it,” I rumbled, my eyes roving over her tight, curvy body that was now nearly unclad except for a pair of stockings and flimsy underwear. “I’ve never claimed to be a damn saint, and I certainly don’t feel like one right now. If you want me, I’m yours.”
“I want you,” she answered almost immediately.
“Then God help us both,” I said, scooping her up into my arms so I could carry her to the bed.
“I probably stink,” she cautioned. “I was all sweaty.”
“You don’t,” I assured her. She smelled as sweet as sin to me.
The angst between the two of us dissipated, and I could think of nothing except how damn right it felt to have her body against mine, skin-to-skin.
I lowered her onto the bed gently. I had to make sure I didn’t move too fast. “Have you been with anybody since those bastards raped you?”
I was pretty sure I knew the answer to my question, but I had to ask her anyway. If I was the first for her since the kidnapping incident, we had to take things slow and easy.
“No. I didn’t want anybody else. I’d only been with two guys before, and nobody since I was raped by the terrorists. Now, the only man I want is you.”
Shit! What in the hell could I say to that? I was glad I was the first guy she’d wanted in a long time, but I was also wary that she wasn’t yet ready to be with someone.
I shucked off my jeans and dropped them onto the floor. “Dani, are you sure you’re ready for this?”
My dick was already plenty hard, but it got even firmer as her eyes roved over my body like she wanted to devour me.
“I’m beyond ready. Please, Marcus,” she pleaded in a vulnerable tone.
I dropped beside her and then hovered over her as I met her needy gaze. “Jesus! You’re so damn beautiful,” I told her hoarsely.
I shuddered as she put her hands on my chest to stroke the muscles there and then moved to my biceps.
I stopped for a moment, just absorbing the feel of her hands on my body. I’d wanted this for so damn long it was almost surreal. Finally, I lowered my head to kiss her.
The minute she opened to my demand, I knew I was fucking lost. I’d lusted after this woman for so damn long that my body was tight from holding back.
I took everything she gave me, and then I asked for more.
Finally, I lifted my head and buried my face in the side of her neck, feasting on the tender skin as I heard her moan. All I wanted to do was explore her beautiful body, make her moan louder.
“Marcus,” she said in a breathless voice as I latched on to one of her nipples, determined to make sure she was spoiled for any other guy except me.
Mine! She was always supposed to be mine.
I listened and watched her reactions carefully, not wanting to put her into a panic. There was no way I was not going to savor this experience, but my dick was urging me to hurry it along.
“This feels so good, Marcus,” she said, her voice quivering.
“It’s about to get a whole lot better,” I replied, straightening up for a moment so I could remove the thong she was wearing.
She helped, lifting her ass as I dragged the small piece of silk from her body.
Damn! One wrong move and her ass would have been hanging out of her short skirt. All she’d have had to do was bend the wrong way.
“I have a love/hate relationship with these,” I rumbled, tossing the panties off the bed.
I heard her stifle a laugh, and I was pretty sure she knew exactly what I was thinking as she said, “Do you want me to take off my stockings?”
They came almost to the top of her thighs, and were secured by a black, lacy band.
“No,” I decided. “Leave them.”
I ran a hand up each of her thighs, loving the hell out of the silky feeling of her stockings, but it was so much better when I hit her satiny-smooth skin.
She jumped, but she didn’t shy away as I lowered my body between her thighs. My heart was racing as I explored the small band of sensitive skin above the stockings with my thumbs and then edged up to plunge a finger through her silken heat, parting her folds, only to be met by a wetness that made me catch my breath.
Christ! She really does want me.
Her pussy was wet, moist, and more than ready for my insistent cock. But I ignored it. What I really wanted was to taste her, devour her juices until I was satiated.
I heard her whimper as I buried my face between her thighs, tasting every inch of her sweet pussy with a flat tongue and subtle pressure to her clit.
“Oh, God. Marcus. Yes.”
Her desperate words were followed by a hard grip on my hair, urging me to make her explode with pleasure.
I took my time, slowly ramping up the tension in her body by giving her more and more stimulation to the tiny bundle of nerves that I knew would get her off.
Her hips rose, the move done solely to try to get her satisfaction. She ground her hips against my mouth, silently urging me to give her more.
I got drunk on the taste of her, and the erotic movement of her hips grinding up with every stroke of my tongue.
She was desperate as she panted, “Make me come, Marcus. Please, make me come.”
I didn’t want to stop, but I could hear the strain in her voice, and the last thing I wanted was to confuse her. There was time enough later for delayed gratification. For now, I just wanted to give her everything she wanted.
I focused on the little pulsating nub, my tongue stroking over it hard, allowing Dani to fly a little higher.
Her grip on my hair intensified, and my mouth grew rougher and rougher as I heard every catch of her breath.
Come for me, Dani. Come on. Let go.
I stayed on her clit, but I used my other hand to penetrate her sheath, using one finger to open her, and then two to fuck her.
She was writhing beneath my mouth, her breath coming hard and fast, when I felt her body tighten. A strangled scream left her lips when I felt the inner walls of her channel clamping down on my thrusting fingers.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her chanting was incoherent, and I’d lost any other words she might have spoken. All I could hear loud and clear was her acceptance of her oncoming orgasm.
I was sweating bullets as I imagined her tight, slick sheath taking my cock.
Her muscled sheath clamped down on my fingers, and her body began to tremble as she rode her climax full force. Her back arched off the bed, and her hips ground up, her fingers clutching my hair with a death grip.
I lapped at the released stream of juices as they flowed from her pussy, savoring every single drop.
“God, Marcus. What in the hell was that?” she exclaimed as her body started to spiral down.
I moved up her body slowly. “I believe it’s called an orgasm,” I informed her.
“I’ve had orgasms. I give them to myself. That was…different.”
I tried like hell not to think about her getting herself off. It was a picture that would now probably be perpetually ingrained on my brain.
I plopped beside her as she caught her breath, moving one of my slick fingers to her lips. “This is what you taste like,” I growled, watching as her mouth opened and then clamped onto my finger.
My dick twitched, imagining that sensual mouth taking something other than one of my digits.
She sucked on my finger for a moment before releasing it. “Amazing,” she said simply.
I smoothed her damp hair from her face. “Yeah, you are,” I replied, deliberately misunderstanding her meaning.
She was so responsive.
So ready for me.
So damn fearless.
I kissed her forehead as she recovered her breath and then flopped onto my back. Every instinct in my body wanted her, needed to fuck her and make her mine.
But my protective instincts intervened, saying maybe I’d pushed her as far as I dared for now.