Page 63 of Lonely Heart

“Is that so?”

Marco cocked a brow, lifting his head slightly from the pillow. “Do you not believe I feel the same?”

I shrugged, wanting to tease him. “I don’t know. I mean, you did ask if I felt regret about this. Maybe you feel some.”

A yelp escaped as I was flipped to my back, Marco’s big body coming over mine. With his lips mere inches away from mine, he said, “The only thing I regret about tonight is that I’ve still got you naked beside me, and I haven’t done anything about it.”

Surprise washed over me. “Again? You want to go again?”

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he nodded slowly. “Absolutely. And if I’m honest, you might need to catch up on your sleep another night, because I’m inclined to let you rest a bit after this. But I’ll warn you now that I’m going to want you again in the middle of the night, too.”

I felt tingles between my legs at the promise in his tone. “I doubt you’re going to do that.”

“I thought you said you trusted me.” I bit my lip and watched his grin grow in response. “Don’t start doubting me now, Princess.”

As soon as he got that word out, a word that left me feeling flutters in my belly, his lips came crashing down on mine. Then he rolled to his back, taking me with him, and initiated round two.

I might have been teasing him, trying to get him riled up, but if I was honest, I didn’t care if I spent another night not getting a wink of sleep. Not only was Marco phenomenal in bed, but for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t alone. I thought that was worth celebrating.

If it hadn’t beenfor the light filtering in through the windows in my bedroom, I might have thought it had only been an hour since Marco last ravished me, not several of them.

He’d followed through on his promise. Last night, after our second round, Marco gave us both a couple of hours to rest before he woke me up with his hand between my legs.

Despite the lack of sleep the night before, it didn’t take more than a few strokes of his finger inside me to have me feeling wide awake.

But it seemed the three rounds we’d already gone hadn’t been enough for Marco, because he was at it again. Only this time, Marco wasn’t waking me up with his hand between my legs. This time, his hand was at my breast.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, Marco had curled the front of his body around the back of mine. I vaguely recalled waking up when he put us in that position, quickly drifting back off with a smile on my face and contentment in my heart.

I felt precisely the same now that he was still holding me like this. While his palm was gently cupping my breast, his thumb was tenderly stroking over my nipple.

I gave no indication I was awake, and merely savored the moment. It was difficult to put into words just how incredible it felt to be here with him, to have him so caring and attentive and interested.

My mouth curved into a smile as his fingers gave my breast a squeeze. I arched my back, sending my ass into his groin, and felt his groan against my body.

“You’re insatiable,” I murmured, my voice still raspy from sleep.

Marco’s lips touched my naked shoulder. “Mmm. Can you blame me?”

If it was anything for him like it was for me, I couldn’t say I blamed him. There was something about sharing my body with Marco and getting lost in his that just felt right, different.

“I’m not sure I have enough energy to do much,” I confessed.

I felt his lips smile against my skin. “You don’t have to worry about that. I can do all the work. In fact, you don’t even have to move from this position.”

“Oh?”

Marco released my breast, allowed his hand to drift down my torso, and over toward my hip. It came to my thigh and settled there. He lifted my leg, using his own to part my thighs, and hooked my leg over his.

A moment later, he was rubbing his cock between my legs. My body was instantly buzzing, and for someone who claimed to not have any energy to do a thing, I certainly had no problem rolling my hips as I sought out that friction.

His body vibrated with his amusement. “Someone’s eager.”

Did he think it was that easy to resist him? “Marco, please.”

Without delay, Marco positioned himself and slid inside. He buried himself deep on the very first stroke, his hand at my hip, squeezing.

As he began to thrust roughly into me, his teeth bit down on the skin where my neck and shoulder met.

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