Page 84 of Revealing Mark
I allowed the warmth of his hand to seep into mine, and when I looked back up at him, I found him watching me.
“Why didn’t you stop Matt from hitting you?” The side of his cheek was a little swollen and bruised.
“I did a shitty thing, I deserved it.” He rubbed his brow and I tightened his grip on my hand.
“I didn’t like seeing that,” I murmured, remembering the alarmed feeling I had experienced.
“Same way I didn’t like him yelling at you.”
For the first time, his concern brought a whole set of different feelings. I pressed my lips together. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’ve had enough of family drama for one day.”
At least we were all at least speaking to my parents.
“There is only one thing I want to do right now,” he whispered and leaned closer to kiss me.
My heart raced at his closeness and I inhaled his cologne as I threaded my hands in his hair. His mouth moved against mine and I touched his lips with my tongue. With one powerful sweep, his tongue caressed mine, his hands cradling my face.
The dance of our tongues sent my senses soaring and I ached for him. My body remembered his and I wanted nothing more than to feel his skin against mine.
“Room.” I broke away enough to murmur the command.
He pulled me to my feet and led me to my bedroom. Once inside, he twirled me around and into his arms, picking up exactly where he had left off. Our mouths fused together and I pulled his shirt up while I kicked my shoes off. His lips left mine to discard his shirt.
I touched my hands to his chest and they drifted down his tight stomach muscles. “This must take hours in the gym,” I murmured in awe of his body.
He grinned. “Good genes.” He turned his attention to me. “You have too many clothes on.”
I grinned as he helped me unbutton my jeans and pull them down. I sat down on the bed for him to pull them free.
“I think we should just stay naked,” he murmured, kicking off his shoes and working his jeans free along with his boxers. “Then we don’t have to waste time taking off clothes.” He tore the protective wrapper on the condom he took from his jeans and rolled it on.
I smiled, knowing I could make him impatient. It made mefeel powerful, something I had struggled with—especially with him. My feelings for him were stronger and that put me at a disadvantage.
I ignored my thoughts, trying to stay in the moment with him. I was still grinning at him when he joined me on the bed, grabbing my legs and pulling me closer. He loomed above me and my breath caught in my lungs. The way his eyes drifted over me brought me alive. I kissed him, hugging him to me. My skin tingled and I shivered, feeling his body heat cover mine.
“We don’t have to remove all of our clothes,” I whispered in his ear, feeling his body tense against mine.
“Dear God, what are you doing to me?” he groaned. I shifted my hips suggestively against his.
“Stop,” he whispered, moving a hand to the small of my back to keep me fixed firmly in place so there was little space to maneuver. He was hard, and I wanted him so badly, like nothing else would ease the burn inside of me.
“I want you now,” I moaned, biting my lip between my teeth as I felt the ache intensify.
He closed his eyes briefly, a pained expression, and his hand drifted to my panties. He grabbed them with his one hand and ripped them from my body.
I gasped. I had never been so turned on before.
There was only a fraction of a second to prepare before he gave me what I had been begging for. I moaned when he was completely inside of me. My legs wrapped around his hips as his mouth found mine.
It was perfect. Our bodies moved in sync to the need of a release. His teeth grazed my jaw as I arched, feeling myself about to come undone. He thrust into me as I held him like an anchor that would keep me from being swept away.
The only sounds were our bodies coming together, again and again. I dug my nails into his back when I tensed and then the first tremor of my orgasm shook me.
“Oh…my,” I whispered, my eyes closed, unable to take in any more than the sensations sweeping through me. My body contracted around his while he pounded into me, driving for the same release I was experiencing.
Then he tipped over the edge and I held him while he trembled. Sweat beaded his face and I kissed him.
This was beyond anything I had ever experienced with anyone, it was even better than it had been before. Was it because this time there was more than just a physical attraction? This time there felt like more than just two bodies joining as one.
