Page 86 of That One Heartbreak

“Call your union,” she told him dryly.

He grinned. “Haven’t got time for that.”

She wasn’t sure which of them was more eager to get inside his house. She managed to only stumble once in her hurry to get up the steps to his front door, and he scooped her up again, one arm around her, the other holding his keys, opening the door and pulling her inside before he closed the world out.

He pulled his shoes off and she went to do the same.

Marley shook his head. “Keep them on. For me.”

Oh, he liked them. She could tell that from the way his gaze slowly rose up from her shoes, her legs, to the deep vee of her dress. She liked that way too much.

“Did I tell you how gorgeous you look?” he asked.

“You did. But you can do it again.” She was smiling now, because she felt so at ease it wasn’t funny. Yes, there was that delicious lick of anticipation too, but she wasn’t afraid. Not of him.

He’d proved more than once that he knew how to take care of her. That her comfort was his goal. She wanted this. She wanted him.

More than she’d wanted anything in a long, long time.

And he’d made it quite clear he was hers for the taking.

This man had given her so much. Not just the way he took care of her – though that was more than enough. It was the way he understood her. Took things at her pace.

And when she’d wavered earlier in the week, he’d accepted that. Given her the space she needed to realize that this was what she wanted.

She reached behind herself to pull down the zipper of her dress. Marley swallowed hard, his eyes dark as the lace bodice fell to her waist. There was a look of wonderment on his faceas he took in the lacy ivory bra she’d bought especially for him. And the way her creamy breasts spilled over the demi cup. It was completely impractical yet so perfect for tonight.

He let out a long, low breath.

“I have matching panties on,” she whispered.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“That’s what I’m hoping for.” She kissed him again, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her aching breasts against the hard planes of his chest. He was hard already. She loved the way she could feel him pressed against her stomach.

She had plans for this man. He’d given and given. It was time for him to take. And she was the willing donor, that was for sure. There was nothing she wanted more than to see this man lose control. To see him finally relax. To stop taking care of everybody else and think of himself for once.

She let her dress fall to the floor in his hallway. His eyes widened. Darkened. As he took in her ivory lace thong, and the stupid high heels she was still wearing.

“Do you know how much I want you right now?” she asked him.

“Tell me.”

Oh, he was making her work for it. Good. She wanted to. “I want to feel you in my mouth so badly. It’s all I’ve thought about all day. I want to taste you.”

She wanted to worship him, let him feel the way he made her feel.

“You don’t have to.”

“I know that.” Her gaze didn’t waver from his. “But I want to.”

Before he could say anything else, she dropped to her knees and pulled at his zipper. Her hand curled around him, through the cotton fabric of his shorts. Feeling the thickness, the heat.

“You look amazing,” he told her. “Your body is so damn beautiful.”

She adored this man. Because she knew he meant her breasts by the way he was staring at them.

“I bought this lingerie for you,” she told him. “It’s all for you.”

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