Ever? Was he implying something here? She kept trying to wrap her mind around the fact she was way out of her comfort zone and actually enjoying herself. Besides, Andrew—like the few other men she’d been with—insisted on his privacy when he showered. He didn’t consider it a couples’ activity.
Exactly what did Marc consider a couples’ activity, now that she thought about it? What an alien world she’d walked into, almost as if she’d been living in her closet all these years for as much as she knew about anything. Sexual and otherwise.
“Come on.” He led her down the little hallway to his bedroom and into the bathroom connected to it, flicking on lights as he moved.
Emma was surprised at what she saw. The floor and walls were covered in matte finish tiles in two colors arranged in a diamond-shaped pattern. A gleaming stall shower stood next to a deep Jacuzzi tub. The vanity counter was a pebbled chocolate and everything on it was amazingly neat. She couldn’t help staring as she looked around.
Marc laughed, a deep, warm rich sound. “Cleaner than you expected, right? I straightened up in the hope I’d have special company tonight.”
She gaped at him wondering just who he meant.
“You, Music Lady. I was hoping for you.”
The tiny knot of apprehension gripping her unwound and disappeared. She ran her fingers over the vanity. “This is just beautiful.”
He waved his hand at the room. “The bathroom was in pretty bad shape when I bought the house. My dad and brothers helped me do all the improvements.”
“I can’t get over the fact you actually own a house. I guess I expected…I don’t know what I expected.”
“An apartment filled with beer cans and dirty underwear?” He laughed again and cupped her cheeks, brushing his thumbs across her cheekbones. “I want roots. The music business is unsettling enough. I needed someplace to really call my own. Maybe tonight you’ll actually get to see more of it.” He paused. “After.”
And there was a wealth of meaning in that word.
She knew what he meant and a thrill of anticipation ran through her. But what he said chased itself around in her mind. She thought she had solid roots with Andrew but they turned out to be gray, until she discovered colors. She still had the same goals, but suddenly she had other options. Could she have them with Marc? Did she want to? The idea trickled through her like melted chocolate.
She laughed, slightly breathless. “Maybe.”
Marc pulled the edges of her pretty short-sleeved sweater upward, urging her to lift her arms so he could tug it over her head. His eyes darkened when they took in her breasts in the satin and lace bra she’d chosen to wear. He ran the tip of a finger over each plump swell, and her nipples tightened against the restraint of the fabric. He skimmed the same finger over the hard points, a hungry look etched on his face.
“I could just eat you up with a spoon.” The rusty sound of his voice sent shivers skating along her spin.
No one had ever said those words to her before or anything like them.
Is he going to do the same thing again with his mouth? Please? Please?
She stood there, breath hitching unevenly, as he lowered his head and closed his lips over one nipple, taking it in fabric and all. The heat of his mouth burned through her, igniting her blood and soaking her panties with the liquid of her arousal. His warms hands slid up the length of her arms, caressing her skin, coasting over her shoulders and down her back. He spent so much time on each nipple, Emma wasn’t sure she’d be able to remain standing, but at last he opened the clasp of her bra, slipped the straps down her arms, and dropped the garment on the counter.
He took a great deal of care removing her jeans and panties, pausing to lick the skin of her inner thighs and place kisses on her ankles, a place she’d never considered an erogenous zone before this.
She wanted him naked, too. Her heartbeat stuttered when he pulled off his T-shirt, boxers, and jeans. He was just as magnificent as she remembered, hard chest covered with the soft matte of dark hair arrowing down past the flat stomach to the very erect cock making her mouth water. His arms and legs were roped with sculpted muscles and dusted lightly with the same dark hair. A totally sensuous male. Talk about eating someone up with a spoon.
Giving her a definitely predatory smile, he reached in to turn on the shower, holding one hand under the spray. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he took her hand again.
“Come on, Music Lady. Time for another new experience for you.” He gave her earlobe a gentle nip. “One I promise you’ll love every minute of.”
Chapter Seven
Marc had to dig deep for his control. Having Music Lady with him again, naked, in his shower was more than he had hoped for. After Sunday’s incident, he wasn’t sure he’d see her again. He wasn’t sure if he should be pissed off she didn’t think musicians could clean up good or ecstatic because she was here in his house again. He decided ecstatic had a lot more going for it.
He let his eyes roam over her skin, so smooth beneath the water beading on it, then he threaded his fingers through her wet hair and took her mouth in a hungry kiss. God, she tasted so good. Her flavor so sweet and unique. Her lips lush and tempting. She opened for him at once and his tongue dove in, licking every surface, feasting on her like a starving man. Tonight she was a little bolder, thrusting her own tongue into his mouth, savoring him as he was doing to her.
His cock was so hard he was afraid if he bumped against something it would break off, and his balls ached
