Page 85 of Hot Shot

Marco’s body is still taut and vibrating.

“How’d you know?” he asks in a low voice.

“Know what?”

He sighs. “Everything, apparently. I gather Beck and Cade told you who she is.”

“Yeah. But all they said was you were engaged to her. I don’t know what happened.” I eye him curiously.

He nods. “But you knew my ass needed rescuing.”

I laugh softly and rub his chest through the thin cotton shirt. The firm muscles feel so good under my palm. I want to unbutton that shirt and touch his skin, feel the crisp chest hairs. “Rescuing? You? I don’t think so. You can handle pretty much anything, I think.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners as he gazes down at me. “Yeah. I can. But—” He stops.

I lift my eyebrows, but he doesn’t continue.

“Let’s go back to the table,” he says instead, picking up a beer.

18

CARRIE

“You want it hard?”

“Yes. Yes!” My head drops to the mattress, on my hands and knees. “Give it to me . . . just like that. Oh God!”

Marco’s fingers dig into my hips as he slams into me again and again, on his knees behind me. His cock tunneling in and out of me has sensation coiling low inside me. Heat flows through my veins.

“Fucking hell.” He groans, reaching for my hair, twisting his fingers in it. “I love fucking you.”

“Yes.” I almost sob. “I love it, too.”

He leans over my back, his taut abdomen pressing to my ass, his chest rubbing on my back, and opens his mouth just below the nape of my neck. I push up onto straighter arms, turning my head. His mouth moves over the side of my neck and cheek, nips at my earlobe, while his hand glides up to my shoulder then back to my hip.

I’m dizzy, heavy with need, awareness narrowed to this—him. Me. Him inside me.

He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and I give a soft cry at the sweet sting, then his hand comes to my face, pulling me up and around so he can kiss my mouth. I whimper as his tongue slides inside and finds mine, his cock filling me, stretching me, my body clenching around him.

His hands return to my waist and he resumes driving into me in urgent, demanding strokes. “Yeah,” he growls. “Fuck yeah. So goddamn tight . . . and hot . . .” He eases out and his movements become shallower. “Look at you . . . that perfect ass . . . that sweet, hot pussy taking me . . .Christ.”

My head lifts and my breath comes in short, choppy pants as sensation builds inside me. He curls his hand around the back of my neck, then trails his fingers down my spine, making me shiver. Soft, breathy noises fall from my lips. Marco’s breath becomes louder, ragged.

I slip my hand between my legs to find my aching clit and rub. So close . . . oh yeah, there . . . I can’t stop the noises that rise in my throat as my body tightens, sensation cresting, pleasure pouring through me.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “Squeeze me like that, baby . . . I’m gonna come . . .” Then he pulls out. Still gasping for breath, my mind scrambled, I don’t know what he’s doing, but feel him jerking his cock. “Wanna come on you . . . mark you . . .” Then hot liquid lands on my lower back as Marco utters low, primal sounds of ecstasy.

Holy hell and shit fire, that’s hot.

I collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily, and Marco stretches out over me to lay kisses over my upper back. “Jesus,” I pant. “I may never walk again.”

I feel his smile, then he moves away. “Be right back.”

I open one eye to watch him cross to the bathroom, devouring his gorgeous naked body with my eyes—his muscular thighs, tight ass and wide shoulders, those sexy-as-sin tattoos scrolling across his back and shoulder. I sigh with pleasure, my body boneless, still pulsing in my core. I let my eyes close and focus on breathing.

He returns with a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom and gently cleans me up, then dries me with a soft towel.

“Thank you,” I mumble.

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