Page 61 of Seeing You

Rolling her eyes, she began taking the food out of the bag. “You were never a villain, Marcus. You just had a different outlook on life than most people. It doesn’t mean you were wrong or they were right.”

“Sure, you say that now, but at the time…”

She sighed loudly before facing him. “We’re not doing this again! I want a night with you in the present, not the past! I’m living for today, not yesterday! If this is ever going to work between us—whether it’s for one night or until you go back to D.C.—then we have to stop looking back!” She growled with frustration. “I’m so tired of talking about how we used to live and who we used to be. We’re not those people anymore! I want to get to know the Marcus Calloway that you are right now, not theone I left! And I want you to get to know me as the woman I’ve become! Can we do that? Please?”

There was a passion and a fierceness to her that added to everything he was already attracted to. He stalked across the room until he was beside her. Reaching up, he cupped her face. “We can do whatever you want, Billie. Right now, I want nothing more than to please you.”

The soft gasp told him she knew exactly what he meant.

“How hungry are you?” she whispered.

“For food? Not at all.” Slowly, he lowered his head until his lips were a mere breath away from hers. “For you? Starving.” It was hard to say who moved first; all he knew was Billie was in his arms and they were kissing each other like it had been years instead of hours. She was all warm curves and soft sighs, and he wanted nothing more than to pick her up and take her to bed.

So that’s what he did.

At least…the picking up part. Then he realized he had no idea where her bedroom was.

“Um…Billie…”

“Down the hall,” she murmured as she kissed along his jaw. “Last door on the end.”

Marcus strode down the hall to her room and smiled when he saw the bed was turned down, ready and waiting for them. “I love a woman with a plan.”

“I didn’t want to waste time.”

Placing her down on the bed, he immediately followed, covering her body with his. Instantly, she was wrapped around him kissing him. He loved the way she kissed, loved the way she felt, but more than anything, he loved that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

They shifted until they were on their sides, facing each other when they finally broke apart. Breathless, he caressed her cheek. “Hey, beautiful.”

Blushing, she ducked her head for a moment before looking at him. “How did we get here again? I’m lying here looking at you and I feel like I need to pinch myself so I know you’re real.”

Laughing softly, Marcus let his hand glide across her cheek, her jaw, her throat, and down to her breast where he gently toyed with her nipple. “Not exactly a pinch, but does that count?”

Moaning, she rolled onto her back and panted, “More…”

“I already told you,” he said huskily, “all I want is to please you.” He kissed her throat as he kneaded her breast. “Tell me what you want…”

“You, Marcus. Please. More of you…all of you…”

“With pleasure,” he promised, as he moved against her and silenced her with a kiss.

“I know eating in bed would have been sexy and wild,” she told him some time later, “but I’m too much of a neat freak to take the risk of having rice or lo mein in my blankets.”

She was wearing a short navy blue robe, and Marcus was in a pair of athletic shorts. Billie had run out to his car and grabbed his bag for him because she insisted it was crazy for him to put pants on to go outside and then take them back off as soon as he came back inside.

That entire discussion was crazy, but he thought it was cute how she was looking out for him.

Now they were sitting at the kitchen table eating reheated Chinese food, and it was pretty damn perfect.

“What time do you need to get back to relieve John’s nurse?”

“Actually…I don’t have to be back tonight,” he carefully explained. “Dad can get himself up and to the bathroom if he needs to, and we all agreed that he would be fine by himself.”

“Marcus! No! What if he falls? What if he trips and hits his head because he’s not steady on his feet? Someone should be there! What if…?”

Chuckling, he reached for her hand. “Billie, relax. It’s fine. I swear. The nurse assured me it would be fine, and my father’s exact words to me when I was getting ready were, ‘You better not be home tonight! The next time I see you, you better be sneaking in while I’m eating breakfast!’ So…obviously, it’s all good. You don’t need to worry.”

But then something else occurred to him and he was dreading asking it, but…

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