Love Resolution - By Michelle Mankin Page 0,26

base of her neck.

She moaned. He knew her so well.

“Avery,” he groaned, large hands covering her breasts and plucking at her nipples as they stared at each other in the mirror.

She smiled, eyes glittering with passion, and turned around in his arms. His hands moved to cup her bottom, shaping the naked flesh that her thong left bare. He pulled her forward even closer and rocked, pressing the hard evidence of his desire against her. “Marcus,” she moaned, eyes drifting shut as he fitted his lips to hers. His mouth feasted on hers, tongue advancing and retreating, over and over again, mimicking the rhythm of the deeper joining soon to come.

Her body flushed with pleasure. Her knees went weak.

He drew back. His passion glazed eyes focused on her. She melted even further when she felt him slide a warm finger beneath the thin lace material of the thong, and shivered as he slid it off. “Hey,” she whispered, running her fingers underneath his shirt and over the flat ridges of his abdomen. “Why do you still have so many clothes on?”

“Not for long,” he said in a rough voice. “Go ahead and get in the shower.”

Avery turned on the water and climbed in as soon as she felt the temperature running warm across her outstretched fingers. When she turned, Marcus slid his naked body against hers. Hard masculine flesh brushed against her soft feminine skin. She reached out for him, but he stopped her.

“Uh-uh. Let’s get you washed up first.” He reached for the shampoo. “Wet your hair, Ace.”

Avery leaned her head back, hot water sluicing over her face, and steam filling the enclosed space of the marble shower stall.

“Turn back around.”

She slowly turned, intentionally brushing her body across his, the roughness of the hair on his thighs and the blunt edge of him outlining the elemental differences between them in a sensual way that made her flutter with anticipation.

Marcus worked the lather through her hair, massaging her scalp with circular motions with his fingertips. She leaned her head back and rested it against the firm planes of his chest.

“Rinse,” he ordered, passion making his voice rough and demanding.

While she did as he ordered, he stepped back to shampoo and wash off himself. As soon as the water ran clear of bubbles, he drew her out of the direct stream of water, switched places with her, and crushed her to his chest. Her breasts hardened into tight velvety points against the taut skin of his muscular chest. The water rushed over them in a warm stream. He molded his mouth to hers, taking possession of the interior with his tongue. When he eventually lifted his head, his blue eyes were dark with desire. He reached for the soap with hands that shook with a fine tremor. She watched him with heavy lidded eyes not knowing how much more of this sensual torture she would be able to take.

He lathered his hands several times and began soaping her body, worshiping it as he washed. His hands shaped her shoulders first before lingering over the perfectly rounded globes of her breasts. Her breath starting seesawing in and out in short bursts. Then he dipped his hands into the hollow of her waist and traced each leg before gently lathering the heated center of her.

She moaned deep in her throat.

He smiled darkly before reaching behind her and sliding his soaped palm between the twin spheres of her ass. “Rinse,” he ordered again.

“Marcus,” she sobbed. “Please.”

“Avery, you know I can’t hold out when you say my name like that. Turn around. Now.” His low command vibrated across her skin making her body throb with need. “I’m ready.”

She immediately complied, placing her hands on the cool tile, gulping for air when she felt his warm skilled hands massaging her bottom.

“Avery,” he whispered biting down lightly on her neck.

She sighed in a long moan, and he breathed her name again and completed the union between them. It was only moments before they unraveled together.

She was half asleep by the time Marcus deposited her in the king sized bed.

He pulled the heavy brocade curtains tightly closed before climbing into bed behind her. He dragged her body back into the cradle of his thighs. “Mine,” he said, dropping a kiss on the top of her damp hair and draping a possessive arm around her.

She pulled his hand up to her lips, and kissed it before settling it back in place against the center of her chest. She fell