30 Days (Lost Love Trilogy #1) - Belle Brooks Page 0,66
is in my head, because I’ll be fucked if I can go through what I did last night. I take the stairs with hesitation. I should stay upstairs, but if I do, and someone is in this big house, I’m way too far away from the exits and a possible escape route. I keep walking until I become overwhelmed by my fear which rattles my bones. I stop at the laptop bag, sat on the table. I retrieve it. I sit, peeking over my shoulder as I do. Is there someone else in this house? It’s all in your head. Stop it. I open the silver cover of the laptop. Calm down, you clown.
What have you got for me, social media? I peek over my shoulder again … the noise was in your head, let it go.
Chatterbox opens.
I wade through post after post. Pictures of my friends fill the screen, and posts of both bad and good days weave through my mind in distraction, but nothing really turns off the swirl of thoughts plaguing me, not even the latest hits playing lightly through the speakers. How can one truly get lost in a world that exists only inside a computer? I sigh. I close the program down. God, I’m thirsty.
Cautiously, I walk into the kitchen. Taking a bottle from the fridge, I push the door closed and turn to make my way back to where I was previously sitting.
I drop the bottle.
It bounces across the tiles.
I’m frozen.
“What are you doing here?” I clutch my chest and breathe heavy. “You frightened me.”
Marcus doesn’t speak. He just stares at me with eyes that scream, I want you. Reaching for the knot of his lavender tie, he loosens it, before removing it completely. His tie drops to the floor.
“Marcus,” I whisper, my fear replaced with desire.
He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he removes his black jacket and discards it on the ground, and then he groans deeply.
“Marcus …” I’m breathless.
“I want you.” There’s a desperate hunger to his tone, a raw need in the way he strolls towards me. He wraps one hand around the back of my neck and stares deeply into my eyes. “I fucking missed you so much,” he says against my lips before he devours my mouth with his. Every muscle in my body relaxes as he kisses me in a way nobody ever has before, with unmistakable passion.
“Abi,” he says as he breathes out and takes my hands in his, forcing our bodies backwards until we collide heavily against a vacant wall. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I’ve ever needed.” He lifts my arms above my head and holds them in place with one hand, then he uses his freehand and runs it over my skin. He starts along my jawline, then moves down my neck and finally rubs his fingers over the lace of my bra, causing my nipples to harden.
“Your skin, your face, your breasts. Perfect,” he compliments before his mouth crashes to mine once more and his body presses against me, firmly.
Our lips unlock. “I’m yours,” I declare, not even sure why. Marcus removes the clip bounding my hair, my locks falling freely.
“You’re mine,” he whispers below my ear as I feel his erection dig into my stomach.
When Marcus throws the clip to the floor, his hands run up my torso, stopping when he reaches the top button of my blouse. I wait for him to begin undoing each one, but he doesn’t. Instead, he rips my shirt open like an animal. My breath catches in my throat.
The pulsating between my legs is unbearable. I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Take me,” I beg.
“My pleasure.” His eyes close briefly as his lips arch. “My fucking pleasure.”
I enfold my arms tightly around his neck. I suck his earlobe between my teeth. “Marcus,” I say quietly, pressing my lips against his nape.
One of his hands grabs securely at the base of my head as the other supports my bottom. We pass the stairs, quickly, and my breath hitches as I hear a door slam hard against the wall. Falling down, I’m swallowed by soft bedding.
“I couldn’t wait any longer.” He pulls my skirt from my hips until it’s freed completely. “You remembered me.” He smiles, leaning over top of my body.
“The ocean is only a puddle now,” escapes my lips before my mouth is filled with the taste of mint. He tastes so good. I fucking love mint.