Page 39 of Seeing You

Chapter Seven

The ride up in the elevator was short—which was a good thing because she’d practically climbed Marcus like a tree during it.

Her room wasn’t far from the elevator, and she had fumbled a bit with the key card before he took it from her hands and got the door open. After that, they stumbled inside while tearing at each other’s clothes.

Of course, this wasn’t exactly what she’d had in mind when planning a sexy night to forget about their kiss. Getting under Marcus certainly wasn’t going to help her get over him.

Just tonight, she promised herself. Then, they would have closure. Didn’t most couples have post-breakup sex? That was a thing, wasn’t it?

It is now…

Kicking her shoes off, she helped him with his tie. He unzipped her dress as she unzipped his pants.

“This is crazy,” she whispered between erotic caresses and addictive kisses. It had been a long time since she felt this wild with need. Sex with other men had always been enjoyable, but sex with Marcus had always been intensely satisfying on every level. After their breakup, she hated him for being so damn skilled at making her feel good. No man ever measured up.

But right now, she was practically giddy at the thought of what was to come.

“Not crazy,” he corrected as her dress pooled at her feet. “Necessary. Vital. I need you more than I need my next breath.”

And if that didn’t have her breathlessly panting, the way his hands were caressing every bit of exposed skin did.

I’ve missed this…

They made their way across the room—Marcus in a pair of dark briefs, and her in a pair of hot pink panties. Her bra had come off somewhere along the line and it was that sort of thing that she loved most about her intimate time with him. He sat on the bed first before tugging her down on top of him. The feel of his warm, muscled skin was the last straw.

“I don’t need to be seduced,” she told him. “And I don’t need you to dazzle me with foreplay. Not this time, anyway.”

His grin was downright wicked as he rolled her beneath him. “What do you need?”

“Everything,” she boldly replied. “I want everything you have to give.”

Moving erotically against her, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I have so much to give you. I’ve been thinking about it all week.”

“Then don’t make either of us wait.” Licking her lips, Billie met his gaze. “Give me all you’ve got, Marcus.”

This time, his smile was full of promise as she locked her legs around his waist and held on for the ride of her life.

It was late and Billie felt a little dazed, dazzled, and deliciously satisfied. The man hadn’t lost his touch. If anything, he’d gotten better.

And she had to force herself not to think about how that happened or who helped him.

While everything they’d just shared had been exactly what she wanted—and needed—she was struggling with what she was supposed to do now. Was snuggling okay? Should she ask him to stay? Leave? Do it again?

I could definitely do it again, but maybe in a little while.

They were lying side by side—Marcus on his back, her on her stomach—and they weren’t touching. If anything, it was a bit awkward. The last thing she wanted to do was come across as needy or clingy, but lying there like this was making her uncomfortable.

Gently, she cleared her throat. “So, um…that was…that was good.”

Ugh…good? That’s the understatement of the year.

His hum of amusement spoke volumes. “Only good? I must be losing my touch.”

“I didn’t mean…I mean…it wasn’t an insult…”

“Billie?”

“Hmm?”

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