“I—”
“I love this.” His eyes were looking right at her as his mouth peppered small kisses over her tummy, the soft swell proof of where she’d carried Lexi, where one day she’d carry other children.
Their children? The thought of his seed taking root in her brought something primal out in him, his already hard dick hardening further. “Lie back. Get comfortable.”
“Marc,” she breathed, licking her lips. She opened her legs wider, and he moved between them.
“We finally have all the time in the world. I’m not wasting any of it.” He nuzzled her bare, wet center. “Fuck, Grace, I love how you taste.” He licked her tangy center with plans of teasing her, but he couldn’t stop.
Her taste engulfed all of his senses. He licked and nipped gently, his eyes trained on hers. The sounds of her whimpers and moans let him know how much she was enjoying it. Slipping two of his thick fingers into her wet channel, he loved the way she ground down on them. How she let loose and let him give this to her. Her inhibitions thrown into the wind.
His tongue was on her swollen clit. Her body thrashed, one hand gripping the sheets, while the other went into his hair, causing a slight sting at his scalp as he worked her body.
“Marcus… Oh… oh… Oh my… please, please don’t stop…” Her cries filled the lone cabin. Every sound, every whisper, every moan fueled his need for more. More of her.
He did a come hither motion inside of her with his fingers. Her head fell back, deeper into the pillows. He savored as she ground her body down onto his fingers. He felt her body start to strain and tighten around his hand just as her cries and moans got louder, filling the space with her sexy sounds. With a sharp gasp, she went quiet and started fluttering around his hand. Warmth and wetness filled his hand when she cried out, her body bucking hard as she shattered. He’d watched her come before, but he’d never get enough of the vision she made.
A curvy, sexy goddess.
And she was his.
She would stay his.
He’d make sure of it.
Breathing hard, need surging through his body, he knew exactly how he was going to have her.
Chapter Twenty- Four
Grace
My head hit the mattress. My chest was heaving hard. A more than satisfied smile was plastered on my face.
"That was..." I didn't even have words for what it was.
"We're not even close to being done," he growled into the skin at my right hip. I looked down at him. His blue eyes were hungry. No. They were starving. And I was about to be the main course. His lips worked their way up the right side of my body, his eyes never wavering from mine.
"Marcus," I whispered before he came up beside me, tucking my body in front his, both of us on our side. Instinctively, I bent my knees so he could mold his body right to mine. "I've never done it like—"
“Shh. Trust me," he said, kissing my shoulder, and I did. I trusted him more than I had ever trusted any man. And surprisingly, I wasn't scared. It was almost freeing to let him in. Not only physically but emotionally.
My head leaned back. His mouth was at my ear when he guided himself into me. Filling me like only he could. I was so wet from the orgasm he'd just given me, there was no resistance as he worked his long length into me. My breath hitched at the sensation of his thickness sliding in and out slowly. Filling me. It was torture. Even though he had just made me come hard and intense, I wanted more.
I looked down at my side. My eyes stayed on his hands and how they clenched at my hips. There was something beautiful about his hands on my body, and it made me buck back into him. The friction of our bodies connecting and disconnecting was so damn good I had to close my eyes.
After the last few days we’d shared at the ranch, I could tell he was holding back, trying to stay in control, and I wanted to snap it. I wanted him to lose it and give it to me as hard as he could. I pushed down harder when he went up, our bodies meeting up in sync. His motions started to speed up, and his grunts started to get louder and deeper in my ears.
“I love how you sound when you fuck me,” I panted with a need to let him know how hot it was.
“I don't fuck you, Grace,” he grumbled, “I'm loving you." His voice was so deep and sexy at my ear, I shivered. "Shit, baby, you feel so damn good. What we do is different. Everything with you is different." He licked the shell of my ear, and I bucked into him. "So different," he groaned. I felt my body start to tingle. ”So. Damn. Good.” He thrust hard in and out with every word he spoke.
"I know, baby... more... please, Marcus, I need..." He immediately slipped out. I turned to look at him. The intense look on his face made me press my lips together.
"Get on all fours." Without a thought, I did as he ordered.
A warm shiver ran down my spine. His hands at the base of my back made me feel sexy and powerful. He rubbed the tip of his hard cock against my lips. “Fuck, baby. Do you know how fucking beautiful you look like this? I love your ass.” His hand grazed over my core, and I lowered my head onto the pillow, raising my ass so that I could get more of his touch.
“Marc...”
“Fucking hot.” His thumb grazed my pussy lips. “Wet and creamy. Shit, baby... This is not going to be gentle. This isn’t fucking. But it’s going to be rough.”
“God, yes… give me…” I incoherently mumbled against the flannel-covered pillows.
“I’m going to love you rough and hard, Grace,” he warned just as I felt the head of his cock rub up and down my bare lips again. And not for the first time since I had arrived, I was so glad I’d listened to Gloria about getting waxed.
Every sensation, every touch, was heightened to incredible lengths. I felt him slap my ass, the sting ringing in the air. I arched my back toward him just as he plunged his whole length inside in one swift move. I was wet, but at the angle I was in it was simply breathtaking. I felt so damn full, it almost hurt. His body leaned down onto mine. I felt his lips on my back while he was plunged completely inside me.
“Still, Grace. Stay still,” he hoarsely whispered, and I nodded, closing my eyes as his fingertips grazed over my back with feather-light touches.
My mind and body shut out all outside thoughts. I drowned in the sensation of him and I together. He started to work his length in and out of my body slowly. It was exquisite torture. He pulled up off my back, sitting behind me, grabbing my hips. He started to work me. Harder and rougher, in and out. His grunts and curses rumbled through the room. He leaned over my body again, making me tilt into him, and I moaned my cries into the air.
“Yes… yes… yessss…” I hissed as everything tightened and warmth pooled in my belly. His finger at my clit rubbed in circles, while I moved into him.
“Yes… give it to me… come on my dick, baby… shit, Grace… come for me… milk me… I need you to come… your sweet pussy holds me like a glove, babe…”
“Marc!” My head flew back, and I felt his hand move to my neck. His thumb at my pulse point, I could feel myself on the edge of falling, but I tried to hold it back. I wanted to shatter with him.
“Made for me.” Those three words in his deep voice strained and needy made my efforts of holding back futile. He rutted in and out of me three more times, and I flew.
My body soared higher than I had ever felt. My ears drowned out all sound, and all I could do was feel. Feel the way pleasure rushed through me. Contracting hard, pulling him deeper into me. I heard him groan loudly, my name on his lips as warmth filled me from the inside out as his body collapsed over mine, shielding me like a blanket.
He was still inside of me, his body draped over me. I knew he was trying to hold his body off of me completely, so I grabbed his hands. “Closer,” I mumbled against his forearm and knew he heard me when his body presses closer, his arms holding me closer.
Heaven. That was the only way I could describe what it felt to lie like this with him. We stayed like that for a while before he rolled off of me, spooning me, our legs tangled to
gether, his face at the crook of my neck.
“Grace.” He nuzzled my neck, and I was too exhausted to use full words.
“Hmmm?”
“I haven’t worn a condom with you,” he gently said. I stilled, wondering where he was going with this. Maybe he was worried about me getting pregnant?
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” His hands pulled me into him, his half-hard cock between my ass cheeks.
“You’re on the pill?” he asked, his lips peppering me with small kisses.
“It helps regulate my period,” I shared.
“I’ve never gone without. Only with you. I’m clean. I can get you—” With a shake to my head, I turned slightly so that I could meet his blue eyes.
“I trust you.” I turned around completely to look at him, loving the way his eyes warmed. He cupped my chin and kissed me gently before pulling away. I felt his fingers dipping inside me before he gently pulled them out and looked at them. Both of our essences were on his fingertips. “We look so damn good together, baby.” He scooped some more out, quietly rubbing us into the skin at my hip before ordering me to stay. I’d never had that done. The thought of it would have grossed me out before. But not with him. With him, I liked the idea of him being in my skin. He was already deep in my heart.
I rested my head on the pillow, a soft smile on my face as I watched him walk his sexy, naked body to the bathroom. When he returned, the front view even better than the back, he had a washcloth in hand. He cleaned me silently, kissing my back softly before lying back down.
Him spooning me, feeling his large body behind me, made me feel feminine and delicate. I pressed into him, a sigh escaping from my lips. “Rest, baby,” he said after he covered us with a warm down comforter. “You are going to need it.”
“Am I?”
“Hell, yeah, I’m nowhere close to done with you.” I smiled and turned around, digging my head into his chest, loving the way his hands on body felt as he held me. Sleep took me away with thoughts of hope he would never be done with me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Marcus
He opened his eyes and looked down at the woman in his arms. Never in his thirty-six years had he ever felt the way he felt at that particular moment. Her dark hair was fanned behind her. The soft tresses in his fingers, stroking the silky tips, he watched her sleep.
He was so fucking in love with her he didn’t know which way was up.
Not only was she sexy and feisty, but she was so damn smart and funny. She was an amazing mom to Lexi and an incredible writer. She grounded him in a way no one ever had ever done. She made him want to be a better man. A man who deserved her and Lex.
He stroked her cheek and watched her black lashes flutter open. His heart flip-flopped like a lovesick puppy’s. Everything she did captivated him.
He leaned down and kissed her, loving the way her hands went to the back of his neck, how her delicate fingers tangled in his hair and she kissed him back. “Hi,” he whispered against her lips and felt her smile.
“Hey,” she whispered back, kissing him sweetly. He groaned.
“I want to show you something,” he told her, excitement starting to bubble up inside of him.
“If you tell me to close my eyes and open my mouth, I’m not falling for that again.” He chuckled at her response.
“If I told you to, you would.”
“You think so?” she challenged, pulling away so she could look at him. He smiled. Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Later. Right now, I need you to get dressed and come with me.” He moved close, nuzzling her nose, needing the closeness.
“I did that too,” she sassed. making him chuckle against her lips.
“You’re funny after a nap,” he complimented her before moving away, taking in the way she smiled brightly at him. He kissed her on the tip of her cute nose. “Come on and hurry.”
They quickly dressed in the spare sweats and sweater he had found in the dresser, leaving their drenched clothes behind. He would come back to get them later. The ground was wet, and the air smelled like fresh rain mixed with mud as they walked hand in hand back toward the main house in the still of the early morning. The sky was still veiled in darkness.
When they reached the back deck, he ran into the house quietly and brought them out a huge blanket. Then he made her sit on his lap as they looked out toward the beautiful landscape before them.
“This is beautiful,” she whispered against his neck.
“This is my favorite place on the entire property,” he shared with her and felt her smile before nuzzling his neck and then resting her head on his shoulder.
“I can see why. That view.”
“You should see it at sunrise.”
“I can only imagine.” She yawned then kissed his collarbone before settling in.
“This is where my life changed.” He hadn’t planned on sharing, but she needed to know.
“What do you mean?”
“I was sitting right here, looking out there, when Don handed me your book.”
He felt her body straighten out and knew she was looking at him, but he didn’t look at her. He kept looking out at the pasture and the mountains covered by darkness and lit up by the stars still in the sky. His own heart thundered in his chest.
“What?”
“I didn’t know how much that moment would change my life, but it did.” He felt her hands on his face as she gently moved his head so he would look at her.
“Marcus—”
“I was a cocky son of a bitch when he gave it to me,” he admitted, his lips twitching, “and I was not interested in a romance novel.” He was probably being too honest, but he couldn’t help himself. “I was pissed about the fight and how I let Russ and Katie get the best of me. I was pissed about being in the limelight, again. I came here to de-stress, and he handed me a romance novel Nicola told him we had to read. I opened it to your dedication.”
“To Lexi-bell,” she whispered. The look of awe and surprise was clear on her face. He couldn’t look away from her. She was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. With her in his lap, the warmth and softness of her body cuddled into his, he felt like the luckiest son of a bitch.
“I rolled my eyes, and my expectations dropped even lower.” She frowned, and he shrugged. “I was a dick, baby. I was in a bad headspace. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I was being hounded by the media. But from the moment I started the prologue… your words…” He shook his head and looked down at the way their hands were joined. Her tan skin highlighted against his paler flesh. “By the time I got to chapter one, four pages in, I felt hope for the first time in a really long time.” He swallowed hard and looked at her.
“Hope?”
“I didn’t even realize how worn down I’d been feeling. How much life and outside shit had been eating at me until that moment. You did that. Your story did that. The further I got into it, the clearer the characters were in my head, and the more I saw bringing their story to life. How I would direct it, where we would film. All of it. I stayed right here from about six A.M., when he gave me the damn thing, until past midnight. I read the book cover to cover three times before I could put it down.” He felt like he had opened up his insides, showing a side of himself he wasn’t used to sharing with anyone.
Funny how he was in the public eye and hadn’t been able to keep bits and pieces of himself, but with her he wanted to have it all hang out. Tears rolled down her face. He wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs and kept talking. “After, I lay in bed and couldn’t stop thinking.”
“About what?”
“About what I wanted. How I wanted to get things done. At around two in the morning, I got out of bed and set everything in motion to get back to L.A.” He shook his head at the memory of how he had been feeling. Antsy and awake. He’d needed to get the wheels in motion. “Don was pissed. He said I was jumping the gun. He said he should be the one to contact you, but all I wanted to do was get shit written off so
that I could get started. Do you ever feel like that? With your writing? Like you’re almost coming out of your skin because you just want to get to work?” he asked her, and she looked at him with a smile on her face.
“All the time.” Her voice was velvet soft and soothed his soul.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She laughed and then shared, “One time, I was on my way to Gloria’s and an idea struck. I had to pull over and write it on my phone. I was over an hour late to her house. I had left thirty minutes early.” He laughed with her and kissed the top of her head.
“That’s how I felt. I raced back to L.A. and showed up on your doorstep. Only to make an ass of myself.” She giggled. He held her tighter. “Best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Her body froze, and he held his breath. He looked at her and saw she was already looking at him.
“Marc…”
“It’s true.” He swallowed as he tried to read her, but he couldn’t.
In silence, she stood, her dark eyes on him. She stretched out her hand, and he took it, lifting his body off of the comfortable lounge chair. Quietly, they walked into the main house, Grace leading the way. He knew he’d follow her to the ends of the Earth if she asked.
The sun wasn’t up yet, and the main house was dim and silent as everyone slept. His eyes trained on the back of her head, his heart rate picked up, wondering what the hell she had planned. Though they had stayed in the cabin, he’d given her a tour of the main house, so he wasn’t worried of her not knowing where she was going. Watching her walk confidently through the place that centered him made his body harden and come alive. But then again, anytime he was around her, his body seemed to stay at least in a permanent state of arousal.
Stepping into the master bedroom that was his, he turned his body to close the door gently. He locked it and stood with his back to her, his eyes on the door knob. His mind flooded with what he needed to tell her. His stomach was full of worry about how she would react. But when he turned, his tongue was stuck in his throat and every thought disappeared from his mind. She’d taken every piece of clothing off her beautiful body.
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