Page 38 of Seeing You

“How did you…?Gah!Seriously, did you not understand that I wasflirtingwith Keith?”

“Kirk,” he corrected again with a super brief smirk.

“Whatever! And you just waltzed over like we’re a couple and scared the guy off!”

Shrugging, he replied, “Clearly he scares easily. You don’t want someone like that.”

“You have no idea what I want! You never have!” More pacing. “Dammit, Marcus, just…leave me alone.”

This time when she turned to walk away, it was back toward the reception. He had no choice but to follow her. When she reached the open doorway, she stopped so abruptly that hewalked into her, his hands instinctively going to her hips to steady them both.

Her back was pressed against his chest and her bottom was…well…that was pressed against a part of him that instantly came to attention.

Great…

“Everybody, let’s give a final round of applause to Mr. and Mrs. Jared Nelson!” the DJ was saying. Apparently, the reception was ending and the bride and groom were leaving.

Marcus slowly pulled Billie away from the door, but neither of them altered their position. He could smell her perfume, feel the warmth of her body, and it was wreaking havoc on him.

It had always been like this for him. Billie Donovan had been his greatest temptation and weakness. He thought ten years apart would have killed it—especially the way things ended—but it hadn’t. Right now, he wanted her just as much as he always had.

Throngs of people were exiting and somehow, they were in a shadowed corner out of anyone’s view. She was already pissed at him, so he figured he had nothing to lose by lowering his head and placing a soft kiss on the side of her throat.

Her soft moan and the way she tilted her head to give him better access were encouraging.

In any other situation, Marcus was a man who said exactly what was on his mind. But right now, he was afraid to say one damn word that would ruin the moment.

Sighing his name, Billie pressed back against him—almost grinding against him in the sexiest way—and he knew he had to put all his fears aside because he wanted her.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured as he continued to kiss her throat. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

One hand reached back to pull him closer. “I can’t.” Her voice was a breathless whisper. “I want…I need…”

“Tell me,” he begged right before she spun around, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him.

It was just as desperate and needy as it had been the other night. They were each fighting for dominance and to get impossibly closer. If he could, he knew he would lift her up, pin her back to the wall, and take her right there.

One kiss blended into the next, leaving them both fighting for breath. “I have a room,” he told her between kisses.

“So do I.” More kissing.

“I’m on the sixth floor…” And more kissing.

“I’m on the fourth. It’s closer. We can get there faster.” And still more kissing, until…

Pulling back, Marcus looked down at her with a mixture of passion and frustration. “Ugh…why do you always have to be right?” he demanded before claiming her lips again. Billie was infuriating, but it didn’t stop him from wishing they were upstairs right now.

This time, she was the one to break the kiss. Suddenly, she was all cool reserve, smoothing a hand over her hair. Quickly glancing around, she asked, “Should we go inside and say goodbye to everyone?”

Was she serious right now?

Crowding her in close again, he said, “We’ll invite them to brunch tomorrow if you’d like, but for right now, all I want is to go upstairs and finish what we started.”

For a moment, he swore she was going to argue or correct him, but instead, she took him by the hand and led him away. “There’s a set of elevators back here—far away from the lobby. One of the servers told me about them when I delivered the cake. It will get us to the room faster.”

Groaning, he kissed her one last time. “Less talking, more walking.”

Then, laughing like they were two kids afraid of getting caught, they took off for the elevators, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so alive.

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