Page 47 of Kiss and Make Love

The way he says it isn’t demeaning. It doesn’t make me feel desperate or ridiculous. In fact, I feel seen. It means he’s noticed me, too, more than I realized he had.

He’s still not touching me, and it’s driving me crazy.

“Yes. I wanted you to notice me,” I admit, my cheeks ablaze. Thank goodness for the dark.

“It worked.”

My breath catches in my throat for the hundredth time since he started speaking to me. I didn’t expect him to be so brazen, so straight-forward. I figured there might be a little flirting, maybe a suggestive hand graze here and there when grabbing my drink, working up to a conversation…

But no. Marco comes right out and says what he’s thinking.

He smells like freshly baked bread and, well...how would I describe it? If I were writing, I would describe it as “man” or “musk” or a “heady cologne,” but that isn’t quite right for him. His scent was something else entirely.

“I noticed. I noticed the way you always blow on your tea before taking a sip, even after it's cooled off. I noticed that you always get one refill, no matter what. I noticed that you’re here first thing in the morning, and you don’t leave until the afternoon.”

I reach out and find his chest. My palms run over his shirt, and I’m rewarded with a throaty growl. I can’t help it. My hands have a mind of their own, and with all the wonderful things he’s saying, my body craves him like nothing else.

“What else?” I hoped I wasn’t pushing it.

He rests his forehead against my own. If the lights were on, I would be looking straight into his golden-brown eyes. Again, I’m thankful for the lack of light. I couldn’t handle the intensity of this moment without the comfort of the surrounding darkness.

“Your wavy hair. Your full lips. Your gorgeous body. God,stellina. I noticed your perfect little tits. All I dream aboutis what a pretty pussy you must have.” A deep groan left his mouth. “I can’t even begin to tell you what I want to do to you.”

The words coming out of his mouth have me in a stupor. My breath is coming quick and shallow. The wetness pooling between my legs is uncomfortable. At this rate, I’m going to soak through my pants, not just my panties.

Marco thinks about me like I think about him. Hewantsme like I want him.

“Let me show you,stellina.” Marco’s voice is rough and pleading like he can’t contain himself for much longer. I need to ease his strain.

“Show m?—”

Before the last of those two simple words are past my lips, his mouth is on mine, swallowing them up. His tongue pushes past my lips, and I let him in. His tongue tangles with mine as he pulls me deeper.

His arms move from the door to my body, tracing over my hips and finding the hem of my shirt. He breaks away from our kiss to pull it off me in one smooth motion. As soon as it’s off, he’s back on me, pressing me against the door. The pressure of his body is heady, and my hands explore the taut muscle underneath his shirt. His skin is still warmed from the ovens, and I want to touch all of it.

Marco’s tongue traces a path down my neck, over my collarbone, and stops at my breast. I let out a whimper of protest, hating that he’s stopped. No sooner than I begin to lament the loss of his tongue does he wrench my bra down, exposing my breasts to the cool air of the room. His tongue flicks over one, then the other, as his palms grab me. He massages roughly while sucking on my nipple, grazing it with his teeth, teasing me. I’ve never had spectacularly sensitive nipples, butthis? This is heavenly.

My hands are in his hair as he feeds on my body. I can’t help the rocking of my hips against him. I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so turned on. It doesn’t matter. He can do whatever he wants with me, and I’ll comply.

“Tell me what you want,” he commands, grabbing my hips and jerking me flush against his front. “Use your words, little star. How else am I supposed to know exactly what you want?”

God, I love the way he takes control. Grabbing and wrenching and pulling at me. That’s what I want. More of that. More of everything. How much is he comfortable with, though?

Only one way to find out.

“I…” I swallow and take a breath while he palms my ass in his hand, grinding into me. “I want you to be rough with me. I want you to take what you want.”

The sound that comes from him is not human. It starts in his chest and builds through his throat, erupting in a gravelly moan that makes my knees weak. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

Marco spins me around and shoves me against the door. His body is against mine, holding me in place, and I can make out how erect he is. Having his arousal pressed against my ass has me moaning into the cool metal of the door.

One hand snakes up my neck and forces my head back. He angles my mouth to meet his and devours me. His other hand tugs off my pants and finds the front of my panties, shoving them down as far as they will go. His entire palm slides down my front and cups my pussy.

“So wet for me,” he breathes into my mouth, kissing me between words. “So. Damn. Wet.”

His fingers find my slit and slip between my folds. My knees buckle at the first brush of my clit. I can tell he’s smiling against my lips. He does it again. Over and over. I want to writhe at the pleasure building inside me, but Marco still has me pinned against the door, his hand still on the front of my neck, controlling my body.

All I can do is take it.

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