Marc leaned back on the mattress, eager to take in the show. Warm early-morning sunlight poured in from the window and bathed her body in a golden glow. She lifted herself higher on the pole, wrapped her legs around it and slid downward. His cock throbbed to the point of pain as his eyes tracked down her body, taking in her lush softness and the way she pressed against that pole. Provocatively.
He cleared his throat. “You know, Candace, if anyone glances up here they’ll see you.”
She glanced toward the window and fire lit in her eyes. Working her way back up the pole, she turned her attention back to him, and the sultry, playful look on her face rattled his insides. As a burst of warmth rushed to his heart, he knew he was done for. Completely and utterly done for.
“Tell me. Did you position it in front of the window on purpose?”
“It’s quite possible,” she said in a breathless whisper.
He made a tsking sound and smiled at her, loving her honesty and her adventurous nature, but mostly loving the way she looked at him with pure adoration. “I think you’re a very bad girl, Candace.”
Her grin turned wicked, and he could hear the underlying question lacing her voice when she said, “Then that makes us quite the team.”
It sure as hell did.
He looked into her eyes and saw need shining there. Intuition told him she felt the same way he did, but she was testing him, gauging his reactions as though wondering if there could be more between them. Sure they’d only recently met, but never had he reached such a deep level of intimacy or comfort with anyone before. It was as if some magical force had brought them together because they belonged to one another and were meant to be together forever.
Unable to take one more minute of her sexy act and needing to be inside her more than he needed to breathe, he climbed from the mattress, crossed the room and roughly pulled her to him. He jammed a leg between her thighs and felt her warm, wet pussy on his skin. Fuck, he loved how she was always ready for him. She locked her fingers together behind his head and kissed him long and deep.
She gyrated against his leg and he pressed against her harder, grinding his cock into her stomach. Beautiful expressive eyes met his and she poked him in the chest, fully aware of what he was up to. “Was that little show in front of the window for you or was it really for me?” There was so much emotion in her voice, it seeped under his skin and touched his soul.
His smile was as shaky as his hands as they raced over her. “Let’s just say it was for both of us.”
With that he lifted her ass, put her on the window ledge and pressed her back against the pane. “And so is this.” He quickly sheathed himself, positioned his body between her spread legs and, with one powerful thrust, drove his cock all the way up inside her. “Sweet fuck,” he murmured and knew he was in a heap load of trouble here.
He was crazy about Candace. She was fun and wild and adventurous, and unlike any woman he’d met before. He wanted her. All of her. And not just in the bedroom.
As her heat closed around him, he cupped her face and kissed her on the mouth. Hard.
What was it Pamina had said to him again? Sometimes things can get quite…messy. He’d made a mess of things all right. A big fucking mess. But Candace was so damn impossible to resist.
Regardless, he needed to make it right. For his sake and for Candace’s.
6
After Marc left her bedroom, assuring her he had business in the city to take care of, Candace descended the winding staircase in search of Pamina. Her mind raced, sorting through the whirlwind of events over the last few days.
They had a lot in common, but really she didn’t know anything about him at all. Then again, he didn’t know anything about her. Like him, she was vague when he questioned her about her family. Was he too hiding something? And what exactly was this business he had to take care of in the city?
Once again, too good to be true rushed through her mind.
When Candace reached the main level, Pamina came around the corner with Abra in her arms, his fur a tattered mess.
Candace furrowed her brow and took in his bedraggled state. “What the heck has he been up to?”
Pamina glared at Abra. “Nothing good, I can assure you of that.”
Candace picked what looked like a chunk of brick mortar from his fur. “I think he needs a bath.”
When Abra hissed at her, Pamina tapped his nose. “I definitely think a bath is in order and I don’t care how much you dislike it.”
As Pamina walked to the kitchen, Candace followed. “Pamina, I wanted to ask you about Marc.”
With a squirming Abra tucked under her arm, Pamina grabbed two apples from the bowl and handed one to Candace. Candace polished it on her shirt then took a big bite.
“What about him?” Pamina asked, her mystical green eyes glistening.
“He’s new in town and hasn’t set up shop yet, so I was just wondering how you found him.”
Pamina got quiet for a moment, thoughtful. “Well, he was walking toward the house the other day, and I assumed he was the paint stripper I’d hired. When I questioned him, he said he was the right man for the job.” She gave a light chuckle, bit into her own apple. “Who knows? Maybe I accidentally hired the wrong guy. The wrong guy who happened to be in the right place at the right time. Just like he was in the right place at the right time when you needed a woodworker.”
Candace swallowed hard as an uneasy feeling moved through her.
Pamina gave an easy shrug. “But what does
