“And what, I just didn’t notice you before?”
“That must be it.”
“Believe me, I’m pretty sure I would have noticed.”
“Sometimes we don’t see things that are right in front of our eyes.”
“If you say so.”
I placed a thumb over her bruised cheek, and she frowned. “You’ve got that look on your face again. The one that says you want to ride in on your white horse and save me or something.”
“Yeah, well, I want to save you, but I don’t think you’ll let me.”
“How about we pretend I don’t need saving? Or even better, let’s pretend I’m saving you.”
“I can’t help it. There’s something about you that makes me want to protect you.”
She pulled back a little. “And if I told you I don’t need protecting?”
My fingers dusted over her cheek again. I didn’t dare touch her jaw because I didn’t want to hurt her. “I think we all need protecting sometimes,” I said with a wink.
She swallowed and then tilted her chin up. “Marcus?”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe instead of worrying about me, you could kiss me again.” Her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips a little.
The roar of rushing blood in my ears made it difficult to think clearly. “Lyra, you’re making this impossible.”
“I know. Kiss me anyway.”
“I want to be the good guy.”
She shook her head. “Right now, I don’t want a good guy.”
So I leaned down and showed her just what a bad boy I could be.
Marcus
The scent of coconut and lime wrapped around me. Lyra tasted sweet with a little chaser of something spicier. She parted her lips with a gasp, and I deepened the kiss, licking into her mouth. I wanted more.
I knew this was a bad idea. I knew I wasn’t good for her and that if I did this, I wouldn’t want to let her go. And the truth of it was that at some point I might have to, because being with me might be dangerous for her.
Like a fool, I didn’t stop though. I just tortured myself by pulling her tighter against me, my hand smoothing over her back and dragging her against me, fitting her body to mine and making sure she could feel every inch of how much I craved her.
I angled my head with a groan, dipping my knees slightly as I lifted her so that our bodies fit together and I could capture her mouth better. She was so small in comparison to me, but she was strong. I could feel the muscles in her thighs as they gripped my waist. There was nothing delicate or dainty about her, and I loved it.
My tongue stroked over hers, darting, and playing, and sliding. She kept making these sexy little mewling sounds at the back of her throat like she was bloody well egging me on. Daring me to take more and deliberately trying to drive me mad.
My hands slid into her hair, enjoying the soft, bouncy feel of her curls in my grip. Desperate for her, I tugged just a little and she gasped, lifting her face to mine. When our eyes locked, her lips curved up into a secretive smile. And I knew it then… Lyra Wilkinson was going to kill me.
Her smile was luminescent and immediately had all the blood rushing to my cock. There would be no ‘just this one time.’ There would be no casual fling with her. The way I responded to her, my blood pumping through my veins, burning me up as lava chased desire, I knew she was going to end me. And right about then, my dick didn’t care.
Our kiss was a clash of tongues and teeth and lips, and I squeezed her ass as I positioned her the way I wanted her. Lyra rolled her hips against mine, sliding her sweet heat over my cock, and the next thing I knew I was blindly moving. I needed some place flat. Any flat surface would do.
My first option, obviously, was the bedroom. But I hadn’t expected this. I’d thought I’d take her home to her place, and I wasn’t sure exactly what was lying around my bedroom so taking her there might be a mistake. So, next best thing? The balcony. The daybed out there was plenty big enough, and besides, this wasn’t going to get that far. This was just a kiss.
Sure, keep telling yourself that.
Lyra kept working her hips against mine as we kissed, my tongue sliding into her mouth, orally fucking her like I was so desperate to do with my cock.
Fuck. Me.
The night was warm, the air balmy, when I stepped out onto the balcony. I sat down on the daybed, dragging her to face me and fitting her perfectly so she could brace herself and use me if she wanted.
Once we were settled, we fought for dominance. Lyra’s inner thighs squeezed my hips as she rolled up and down over the length of my dick and made me see stars.
After the taste of her on the Ferris wheel earlier, feeling her sweet, slick heat, my hands were shaking as I slid one up under her skirt, enjoying the silken feel of her firm thighs.
My hands pushed up the fabric as they teased her skin. When I reached the edge of her panties, I held my breath, giving her time to stop me.
She didn’t.
When my thumb slipped under the elastic she gasped. “Marcus.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She pulled back, her dark gaze on mine. “No. Please, no.”
I already knew how wet she’d be, the sweet slickness I would find. But still, I wanted so much more. I wanted to make this so good for her.
“Just—please—Marcus—touch me.”
“Oh, trust me. I am.”
Slowly I traced my thumb over her slick flesh until I reached that sweet button and pressed ever so lightly. Lyra threw her head back, groaning. I took full advantage then. With one hand under her, I embraced her back and guided her just where I wanted, leaning forward and wrapping my
