Page 25 of The Mountains Edge

"Uh-uh." She backs toward the stairs. "Upstairs."

I stalk after her, watching her climb to her apartment. The view does nothing for my control.

Her space is soft lamplight and messy bed. She turns, moonlight in her hair. "Did you miss me?”

I catch her waist, pulling her close. "Stop fishing for compliments.” I kiss her hard, swallowing her moan. Her hands find my shirt, tugging impatiently.

"Off," she demands.

I oblige, letting her explore newly exposed skin. Her touch burns everywhere.

"Your turn." I find the hem of her shirt.

She raises her arms, letting me strip it off. She is naked underneath.

“Have you been like this all night?”

She nods.

I lower my mouth and kiss her deeply, my tongue pushing into her mouth as she leans further into me. She writhes beneath me, making those sounds that drive me crazy. My hands find bare skin, learning every curve.

"Marcus." Breathy plea.

"Hmm?"

"Touch me." She guides my hand where she wants. "Please."

I lift her up, her legs wrapping round my waist, and push her against the door, as my fingers thrust deep into her. Minutes later I watch her come undone, before I slowly lower her back to the floor.

“That’s the first one.” I tell her, as I edge her towards the bed.

She retaliates by finding my belt. This time I let her, groaning as clever fingers trace lower.

"Not yet."

"Please." She kisses my chest. I need to taste you."

I catch her hands, pinning them above her head and pushing her onto the bed. I trail kisses down her body, blowing onto her core but not touching her there. She fights my grip on her wrists, growing desperate.

"Let me touch you."

"No."

She swears creatively, then gasps as I find a sensitive spot. "Marcus."

"Yes?"

"I hate you."

I bite her hip. "No you don't."

Her response is lost in a moan as I thrust two fingers into her. She's close again, I can feel it in the tremors wracking her body.

"Let go," I murmur. "I've got you."

She shatters beautifully. I kiss my way back up her body as she recovers. When she can focus again, her eyes are molten.

"Your turn." She flips us, straddling my hips.

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