by Anara Bella
And he was still fully clothed.
As if he’d had the exact same thought, his magical touch disappeared. He all but ripped his shirt off. Hard muscles gleamed as his wide chest came into view. She wanted to lick her way around that chest but was distracted as she watched his hands unzip his fly. Which couldn’t have been easy with the fabric pulled taut across his impressive erection.
How the hell she’d missed that, she didn’t know. Then again, yes, she did. When he was touching her she couldn’t think of anything else except how he made her feel.
He pulled down his jeans and holy hell, he was commando. His long, thick erection jutted straight up against his belly. How had he fit all of that inside of his jeans? Her fingers itched to touch him, but before she could move he picked her up and stepped into the shower stall.
Heavenly hot water rained down on them. She’d clasped her arms around his neck when he’d picked her up, and she continued to hold onto him as he lowered her in a slow, sensuous glide down his body until she stood before him.
He looked long and hard into her eyes before his mouth slammed into hers in a devastating kiss. His tongue searched every part of her mouth, dueled with her tongue, learned every part of her. She no longer felt anything but his mouth against hers and his skin beneath her fingers. And what she wanted most was for him to fill the emptiness she felt deep inside.
She reached down with one hand, still hanging onto his shoulder, and grasped his hard cock, pushing it down until she could put it between her legs.
Marcus groaned as she slid back and forth along his length, working herself up to an even higher pitch. She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted him to fill her, to pound into her until they both screamed their release.
He pulled back. “God, you’re driving me crazy.”
He opened the shower door and yanked open a vanity drawer. Making quick work of the condom, he turned back to her.
Sliding his fingers through her slick folds, he pushed her back against the shower wall with his free hand. The cold of the tiles against her heated flesh made her gasp, but she soon forgot about that when he suckled hotly on her breast again, working it until she was writhing from pleasure.
Then he straightened, hiked up her left leg and pushed his hard length forward until just the head of his cock was in her.
They both groaned.
“God, you’re so tight.”
He started to rock against her, inching his cock deeper and deeper into her tight sheath with each thrust until he was fully seated inside, and stopped.
She gasped, trying to get accustomed to the extraordinary fullness. She was stretched and filled to the max in the most wonderful way possible.
The fierce concentration on his features told her he was trying to hold it together, and a thrill washed through her that she could affect him so strongly. He actually shook under her fingers.
“I’m sorry, but this isn’t going to last long.”
She laughed, feeling free. “Shut up and fuck me already.”
He barked out a laugh and then pumped fast and hard, filling her more than she’d ever been before. Pounding into her time and again until the pressure built, higher and higher. She hovered on the brink. Almost there. Almost. And then she shot over the top, shuddering and groaning her release, her pussy rhythmically clenching his cock.
And Marcus was right there with her, following her lead with one final, powerful thrust and a mighty shout, holding himself tight inside her until the fluttering within her ceased and they were both sated and exhausted.
She slumped against him and he held her tight while they both caught their breath. After a minute, he pulled out of her and lowered her leg. She briefly mourned the loss of his thick cock filling her, working her until she couldn’t breathe.
“That was unbelievable.”
As if a switch had been thrown, the sound of his voice broke the spell.
She nodded her agreement but couldn’t choke out the words. Now that the frenzy of passion had passed, embarrassment took over.
His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything.
With quick efficient movements, she rinsed off, making sure all the mud was gone. She felt Marcus watching her as he turned off the water, reached outside of the stall and grabbed a towel.
Wrapping it around her, he pat her dry and she stepped outside the stall onto the mat. He followed after her, running the towel over himself as well.
She looked away, too embarrassed by what had happened to look him in the eye. She’d known he was dangerous but she hadn’t realized just how dangerous. She had just let a man she’d never even gone on a date with fuck her up against the shower wall. And that’s all she could call it, fucking. It certainly wasn’t making love.
His fingers nudged her below the chin until she was forced to look at him.
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Don’t be embarrassed. Pull away from me.”
She shrugged, unable to hide her mortification at having sex with a guy she hardly knew. “Sorry. I’ve just never done anything like this before.”
He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “It was incredible. You are incredible. I always knew you would be.”
His words ran over her like a soothing balm, taking away her embarrassment. As if another switch had been thrown, everything was okay again. “You’re pretty incredible yourself.”
“I think it’s us together.”
He laughed, and she loved the carefree sound. Taking her by surprise, he bent and flung her over his shoulder, fireman style. She squealed, excitement flowing through her, and smacked him on the ass.
“We need to research this in more detail to be sure it wasn’t a fluke.”
“Oh, you think so, do you?” She pinched his ass cheek.
He yelped and smacked her bottom and she giggled like a school girl the entire way to his bedroom, thoroughly enjoying his he-man manner of transportation.
She spied his bed just before he dropped her onto it.
She bounced on the mattress, her breasts matching the motion. For a moment, his eyes devoured her, a world of sinful promises lurking in their depths.
Asia looked her fill of the gorgeous naked man before her, so glad she was here in this moment. She’d feared taking this step, had literally run from it, but now that she had she felt wonderfully free.
Why shouldn’t she have some fun? She’d missed having sex, and Marcus was damned good at it. Her friends had had the right idea. She’d go with this, have some fun and games and damn the torpedoes. She’d be fine.
His mouth crooked into a sexy grin and he put his knee between her legs, his hands on either side of her head. Leaning in, his face inches away from hers, he answered her previous taunt. “I think research is imperative. It will take a long time and many, many tries to explore all the ins—” he grazed his fingers along the inside of her thigh to her folds and dipped his finger into her vagina “—and outs.”
She gasped and started to squirm from his exquisite touch, then reached up and cupped her own breasts, tweaking her nipples while he watched. His breath caught and red slashes flared across his cheeks.
Her eyes lowered to half-mast. “I like the sound of that. Especially the ins-and-outs part.”
“That’s the part I like best too.”
A husky, seductive chuckle slipped past her lips, turning into a low moan when he added a second finger and thrust in again.
She squirmed, wanting more. “You’d better be planning on using more than just your fingers.”
His wicked chuckle resonated down to her toes. “I have things planned for you that you’ve never imagined. Even in your wildest dreams.”
Chapter Seven
Marcus nibbled his way up her inner thigh, spreading her legs wide so he could feast on the creamy secret flesh he’d just been finger fucking. He spread her glistening folds, enjoying the way she bit her lip in anticipation.
Ms. Asia Smith was som
ething else, everything he’d ever imagined or hoped for and then some. Since he’d met her, she’d pushed him away so fervently, keeping him at arm’s length for so long he’d thought the huge walls she’d erected against him would be much harder to bring down. Not that he was complaining. Just surprised.
Didn’t matter, though. She would have been well worth the wait even if it had taken a lot longer, but he was elated it hadn’t. A generous lover who gave of herself wholeheartedly and with great sensual pleasure, she blew him away. And he had every intention of keeping her as close to him as possible.
The question was how he was going to convince her to stay with him once she had time to think. Because skittish was her middle name. It was part of her charm, actually. But he wasn’t going to let her run far. He wanted her in his bed because he had a strong suspicion he wouldn’t tire of her anytime soon.
Already his cock had hardened again, and the anticipation of burying himself to the hilt in her tight sheath was enough to try his patience. He didn’t want to wait, wanted to be inside of her now. Again. Pumping furiously until she screamed his name over and over.
He also wanted to make her come at least once before he did so. He looked up to see her watching him with hooded eyes. He gave her a wolfish grin before giving her sex a long, satisfying lick. She tasted like ambrosia.
Her breathing turned choppy, leaving him in no doubt that she liked what he was doing. He tongued her clit while he inserted two fingers into her again, stroking several times until he could work in a third. He sucked and flicked his tongue, feeling the nerve-packed nub get harder, distending as if wanting more.
Ready to oblige, he latched on and sucked until she shuddered and came all over his tongue.
Without waiting for her shudders to slow, he threw on a condom and sank home with one sure thrust until he was balls deep in her tight slit. She gasped and caught her lip in her teeth, making him want to do the same. So he did, nipping her lips, ravishing her mouth with thorough strokes of his tongue, losing himself in her sweet taste, distracting himself so he could hold it together longer this time.
When he felt in control again, he broke the kiss and pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside her pulsating core, teasing her, making her want him more. She grabbed his ass, trying to push him back inside, almost pushing him over the edge. He fought back the urge, determined not to be rushed.
Instead, he eased into her with slow, measured strokes, working her up, building the tension, wanting her to explode.
She whimpered, trying to thrust in counterpoint to speed him up, but he held onto his control, thrusting harder still. Increasing the speed at his own pace, pumping into her until her flushed face and lust-filled eyes—an erotic sight he couldn’t resist—undid him. Not wanting to break his rhythm, he told her to pinch her nipples. Without hesitation, she did, and once again he was blown away by her openness.
She was so fucking hot he couldn’t stop. He was going to come right now. He slammed into her over and over until her inner muscles fluttered, milking his cock, finally clenching down as she came again. His balls tightened and pulled up against his body until he flew over the top to join her, semen shooting into the condom over and over until he was completely spent.
He dropped onto her with a grunt, totally wrung out. He swore he’d never come so hard in his life. As soon as his arms stopped shaking, he shifted his weight so he didn’t crush her while they both caught their breath.
“That was fucking amazing.”
She nodded her agreement, damp shoulder-length curls dancing around her glowing face.
He rolled over until she was on top of him. After he’d pulled a sheet over them both, he settled back and relaxed. Letting his mind wander.
He didn’t know where their relationship was going, but he knew one thing for a certainty. He wasn’t going to tire of this incredibly sexy lady anytime soon. And he was nowhere near ready to let her go.
Asia’s eyelids popped open with a start.
She’d nodded off. Noting the time on Marcus’s bedside clock, she tried to absorb the fact that it was now three hours since she’d first arrived at his front door. And in that three hours she’d had sex with him not just once but twice, and she was still in his bed.
Holy shit.
This was definitely a first for her. One-night stands had never been her thing until now, and she had to admit she felt more than a little awkward right at this moment. What was she supposed to do now? Get up, act all sophisticated and world-weary? Leave? What did one do in this situation?
Marcus stirred beside her. “Hey.”
She forced herself to look at him. “Hey.”
God, he looked even more gorgeous with a serious case of bedhead. And his sexy blue bedroom eyes were quickly making her want him all over again, despite her present uncertainty.
His mouth kicked up into a warm grin and her inner tension started to ease.
“You look beautiful.”
Her hand flew to her hair, automatically checking to see if it was sticking up anywhere. “I really doubt that.”
He nabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, dropping a kiss to her fingers. “Don’t. It’s true.”
She didn’t know what to say, but she also didn’t want to overstay her welcome. “I suppose I should leave.”
She put action to words and started to sit, making sure the sheet covered her breasts.
“Do you have to go?”
He sounded disappointed. She stopped and looked at him, meeting his questioning eyes. “I figured you’d want me out of here.”
“Why would I want that?”
She was so damned out of her element. “Isn’t that usually how these things go?”
His brows furrowed. “What things?”
“You know. One-night stands. Ships that pass in the night. That kind of thing.”
He hiked himself up into a sitting position. “What makes you think this is a one-night stand?”
“Well, isn’t it?”
“Not for me it isn’t. You think I’ve been dropping by the shop and trying to get you to go out with me just for a quick tumble in the sack?”
When he put it like that, she suddenly felt stupid. “That’s your usual thing, isn’t it?”
He sighed. “For your information, I’ve never been into one-night stands.”
“I’m sorry. I guess I just assumed.”
He reached out and ran his fingers along her shoulder, sending goose bumps skittering in their wake. “You can’t believe everything you hear. I don’t know where we’re going or what we have, but it’s not a one-night stand. At least not for me. The truth is, I’d like to see more of you. Get to know you better. I’d hoped you’d feel the same way.”
Taken aback by his honesty, she didn’t quite know what to say. Panic fluttered through her, but then she reminded herself this was just fun and games, one-night stand or multiple-night stands. Either way was fine. She could handle it. “I don’t know. This came out of nowhere for me.”
“I’m not asking for a commitment. Just say you’ll see me again.”
Since just looking at him made her want to jump him, she figured she could at least agree to that. “Okay.”
“Good. Now I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
Food. She suddenly realized just how empty her stomach was. “Me too. You got anything to eat around here?”
“Always.”
Her eyebrows arched in surprise. “Really? I thought you bachelor types never had any food in your fridge.”
“Not this one. I like to eat.”
He got up and pulled on his jeans. Leaning in to give her a quick kiss, he said, “You can put on one of my shirts, or come down naked. Whatever you like, although my vote is for the latter.”
She called after him. “You mean you’re not going to feed me in bed?”
He was already in the hallway. “Nope, you have to help.”
She pouted, but scooted out of bed anyway. S
he was starving and the food wasn’t coming to her so down she would go.
She grabbed a shirt out of his closet and after a quick pit stop to the bathroom, headed down to the kitchen to see what he considered edible food.
Chapter Eight
By the time Asia got to the kitchen, Marcus had already gotten a pot of water heating on the stove, dragged all kinds of ingredients onto the counter and was busy chopping onions on a cutting board.
“You don’t waste any time, do you?”
“Milady is hungry and demands sustenance.”
“Damned straight.” She stopped beside him and watched him expertly chopping. “You really know what you’re doing.”
He grinned. “Damned straight.”
She leaned a hip against the counter beside him. “You seem awfully domesticated for a bachelor.”
“You can thank the women in my family for that. My four older sisters insisted that I pull my weight and Mom was in full agreement.”
“You’re kidding. You mean they didn’t wait on you hand and foot?”
“Not even close.”
She grinned, picturing a teenage Marcus having to cook. “Good for them.”
“And for me.”
Surprised at his comment, she asked, “You mean you didn’t resent it?”
He scraped the diced onions into a skillet, added a dollop of olive oil and turned on the heat under the pan. He handed her a wooden spoon. “Stir.”
He washed and cored a crisp-looking red pepper and started slicing it into thin strips. “I won’t lie. I did at first. But after a while I realized that I liked knowing how to fend for myself. And I like it even more now. I never starve and cooking has become a hobby of mine.”
The onions started to sizzle and she dutifully stirred. “I only cook when I have to. I know the basics but my cooking would never wow anyone.” And boy did she know that one for a certainty. Davis had put her down often enough for not trying harder, complaining about her lack of domestic skills.
