at my waist, and I tighten my grip over her shoulders in response.
“If you’re too tired, I can wait.”
Her fingers lightly trace lines up my back, and she kisses the top of my chest. Her hands go around between us, reaching up to my cheeks, where her fingers line the sides of my jaw. My arms are still around her, and looking down, she’s in a cocoon, breasts pressed together, hands on my face. I never want to release her from this spot.
Her soft voice says the words I’m longing to hear. “I want you to make love to me.”
For a moment, I don’t move. I hold her in the shelter of my arms, of my body. She fills that space in me so perfectly. It’s always been waiting for her to appear. I didn’t know it. My eyes move around her face, this woman who is perfect for me. Her eyes stay on my face, blinking as she waits for what I’ll do next.
“Amy...” So many things I want to say. All of them will have to wait.
My brow clutches, and I only hold her, feeling the tension in my chest twist. She has to be mine. She’ll let me make love to her again tonight, yes, but in the morning, I won’t be able to let her walk away. In the morning, she’ll have to stay with me.
“Marcus,” she whispers back.
Her eyes are on my lips, heavy-lidded and sexy. Her lips are full and ready to be kissed. I’d venture to guess if I released my hold on her and slid a hand between her thighs, I’d feel her luscious wetness ready for my invasion.
“You’re staying with me.” It’s a low order. “I’m not waking up in the morning to find you gone.”
Pink lips tighten. She takes a breath before blinking up to me. The battle is brief, but she nods.
It’s enough. I lean forward to claim her mouth once more, plundering her depths with my tongue. She matches my strength, holding my shoulders as I lift her in my arms and carry her back to the bed.
She’s completely nude, her hair falling out of that messy bun, as she pushes to the center of my king-sized bed. I’m right behind her.
I can’t stop touching her. My hands shape the sides of her breasts, as my mouth closes around hers. She’s on her back, and I devour her body, kissing every square inch of skin in my path. It’s crazy. We haven’t missed any opportunity to be together—thanks in large part to me—yet this time feels different. New.
Kissing my way down her body, I spend some time on her belly, her ribs, the curve of her breast against her skin. She sighs and arches her back to meet my mouth. Her fingers thread in the sides of my hair. I suck and pull, but unlike before, I’m not desperately marking her creamy skin. I’m leisurely and sure. I’m exploring this body that is mine. Getting to know it, finding the places that make her squeal or giggle or groan with pleasure. I know a few of them already, but I want to know them all.
Now I’m on my elbows, my arms hugged around her waist. My face hovers at the base of her ribs, and I look up as she looks down. The flood of emotion that flows from her eyes into mine causes me to rise up and claim her mouth again, reaching for the back of her head as I do so.
Rolling onto my back, our mouths never part. She’s in my arms. Her legs spread, and she slides down my body. My erection is right at her ass, and it aches to sink deep into her core. Only I haven’t spent the time—she’s not ready...
Hello, it seems she is.
Slim fingers circle my cock, giving it a few pulls. My head drops back as I moan. “God, yes.” She positions me right at her entrance, and with a forceful push, I’m inside her.
“Amy.” My words are lost in her mouth covering mine, and now she’s the one devouring, vibrating my lips with her low moans. Her hips rock faster, scrubbing her clit against my pelvis, and my eyes roll back. The clenching and pulling begins, massaging and milking me. I won’t last long at this rate.
Reaching down, I grip both her ass cheeks. A firm squeeze and she lets out a strangled Yes! She’s riding faster, and I’m grinding her hips against mine, trying to make