“I’m not going fucking anywhere,” I promised on a low growl. “Tonight, you’re mine. I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Chapter 14
Addy
My heart was pounding, my clit was pulsing, and warning bells were blaring inside my head. I’d never felt so much from a single kiss, but Marco had my body firing on all cylinders.
The sound of his gravelly voice against my ear made my nipples pebble and sent a shiver of anticipation through me. I wasn’t one to be quiet and timid, though.
“I hope you’re ready to make good on that promise,” I whispered, pushing up on my toes to press a kiss to his jaw. “Because I’m not letting you go fucking anywhere until you do.”
Marco let out a low, sexy moan in response. His hands fell to my ass, and he lifted me by it effortlessly, like I weighed nothing.
I hooked my ankles behind his ass and wound my arms around his neck, angling myself so his lips could return to mine.
As he carried me down the hall, he kept kissing me, his tongue hot and insistent. I returned his kisses feverishly.
The curtains in my bedroom were open, the streetlights outside softening the hard angles of his body when he laid me down on my bed. The mattress dipped from the weight of him when he climbed on after me.
Hovering above me, propped up on his elbows beside my head, he was sexier than he’d ever been before. His breath fanned against my heated skin as he lowered his head, his mouth sliding down my jaw to my neck. My breathing hitched with each kiss, my fingers combing through his thick brown hair.
I’d had some wine, and I was tipsy at best, but I suddenly felt drunk. Intoxicated by him. Everything about him was better than I could have dreamed of. His lips on my skin, his scent in my bedroom, the weight of his lower body against mine.
Being with Marco like this was amazing. I was burning up, writhing beneath him as I tugged at the hem of his shirt. He lifted his head from my throat, the ghost of a smile on his lips as he reached behind his head and pulled it off himself. “Happy?”
“Yes.” My breath caught when I took in the absolute perfection that was his bare abdomen.
Without conscious thought, I reached for the muscles I’d been dying to see. My fingers skimmed the deep indentations of the ridges and valleys of his abs, exploring the cords of muscle almost reverently.
He sighed and closed his eyes, humming a pleased sound that flooded me with need.
When he opened them again, they were darker than I’d ever seen them. He ran his hands down my sides, still covered by the fabric of my dress.
It had ridden up, but it was still there. He didn’t stop touching me until he reached my thighs. When his fingers hit bare flesh, I wasn’t ashamed of the whimper of need that tore out of me.
Marco sat back on his heels, his eyes raking over me as I lay back on my purple comforter. I imagined I looked like a hot mess with my dress bunched up around my hips and my hair spread out all over the place. My lips were swollen from his kisses and I was pretty sure I was looking at him like I was begging him to fuck me.
He tutted at me softly, placing a hand on each of my inner thighs and spreading them wide. “Patience, baby. I want to look at you.”
“Fine, but I’m looking right back then,” I tried to sound sassy, but all I heard was desperation.
Marco didn’t seem to mind, though. He nodded, lifted his hands away, and went for his buckle.
Slowly, sensually, he curled his fingers around the loop of leather and pulled his belt free. He held it out to his side, watching me as I watched him.
Scooting back on the bed, he swung his legs over and stood up at the base of it. He dropped the belt with a delicious smirk on his full lips. “Happy?”
“No. Not yet.”
The smirk grew, but he inclined his head and fingered the button of his pants. Almost painstakingly slowly, he slid the disk free and pulled down on his zipper. “How about now?”
“Nope.” My mouth and throat had gone so dry that the word came out as a rasp.
Heat flared in his eyes when he heard it, and finally, fucking finally, he kicked his pants off. “Your turn.”
I gripped the hem of my dress and sat up. Taking my cue from him and wanting to make him sweat just a little, I lifted it enough to expose my panties.
I stopped then, if only to open my legs a little farther. Marco sucked in a breath before crawling back onto the bed. He placed his hands over mine, then gently pushed them away before taking control.
I lifted my ass to help, but I doubt it would’ve stopped him if I’d tried to dig it into the mattress instead. The dress disappeared over my head in an instant. Between our heavy breathing, I heard the soft rustling when it hit the floor.
Marco moaned when I lay back again, this time wearing nothing but my white lacy bra and panties.
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” I whispered, hungrily taking in every inch of his tanned, olive-toned skin.
He smirked and ran his hand between my breasts, bringing him closer to me again. I looped my arms around his neck to pull him all the way back down to me. He came willingly, his words punctuated with kisses against my throat, earlobes, and mouth when he replied. “You took the words right out of my mouth, except mine were a little more explicit.”
“What were you thinking?” I asked as
