Page 14 of Silent Secrets

Hadley

WhenMarcosfallssilent, I glance up from my notebook to find his eyes already on me. Looking at the clock, I check to see if we’re out of time already—I’ve found this information so much more interesting and useful than my earlier history lessons—but see that we still have about twenty minutes left.

“Are we done?” Dropping my eyes back to my notebook, I don’t turn my gaze back on him because it’s hard to keep looking at him. I’m beginning to think that all Fae are attractive. I’ve yet to see an unattractive person in this castle—even the servants have been attractive. Though none of them so much as Caiden and Marcos.

Get it together. You don’t have time to go boy crazy. Yes, it’s been way too long since we’ve gotten laid, but suck it up, buttercup.

When Marcos chuckles, I blush, realizing that he’d been speaking to me while I lost myself to thoughts of how hot he is. “Sorry, I think my brain is still trying to comprehend everything I’ve learned today.”

“Then we’ll take a break to give your brain a break and get to know one another instead.” I freeze when he picks up my right hand, pulling the pen from it before stroking his fingers across my knuckles. “So tell me about Hadley. What do you like to do? What are your passions?”

My eyes follow the movement of his hand, my thoughts going haywire as I try to think of an answer to his question, but my mind is blank. “Passions?”

Wincing internally at what an idiot I sound like, I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I’ve never had a problem talking to men before, but I’ve felt so awkward with both Caiden and Marcos. I don’t get it. This is ridiculous.

“Yeah,” Marcos smirks as he uses his other hand to lift my chin until I meet his eyes. “I want to get to know you, so tell me whatever you want.”

“I love ranch,” I blurt before squeezing my eyes shut.

What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with me?

Marcos chuckles again, nodding. “Me too. What else?”

“I’m not a very interesting person. All I did was go to school and work.”

“There must be something that you enjoy doing, even if you haven’t done it recently.”

“I used to love to dance,” I admit.

Marcos’s eyes light up. “Really? What discipline?”

My eyebrows shoot up as he leans closer to me, seeming more than a little interested in my answer. “I did ballet when I was young, but it was too rigid for me. I prefer lyrical, contemporary, and occasionally hip hop—though if I’m honest, I was terrible at hip hop.”

“We’ll have to find time to go to the dance studio. The one here at the palace is amazing. I’d love to see you dance. Hell, I’d love to dance with you.”

“Wait. You dance? Seriously? You’re not fucking with me?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve been dancing since I could walk. I don’t get to do it as often now, too many responsibilities, but it’s still one of my favorite things. Losing myself to the music and the dance? There’s almost nothing better.”

“Yeah,” I agree, “me too.”

My mouth feels suddenly dry when I realize just how close he is. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, his eyes following the movement, and suddenly I forget how to breathe. When his eyes meet mine again, I almost jerk away at the hunger I see.

My thighs press together as arousal shoots through me. Marcos’s free hand slides into my hair as he drifts closer until our lips almost touch.

“Can I?” His lips brush against mine as he speaks.

I open my mouth to speak, but find that I can’t answer him with words, so I just nod. The smirk that slides across his lips sends another flash of heat through me before his lips are on mine and I lose myself in his kiss.

My lips are still slightly parted and he takes advantage of that, tongue sliding in to brush against mine. I sigh at the contact, my body going lax as he pulls me more firmly against him. Heat simmers lower in my belly, ramping up the longer the kiss continues.

My hands slide into his hair, the soft brown waves fall to his chin, and I find myself momentarily jealous of his gorgeous hair. As if he can feel my mind sliding away, Marcos nips my bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue and I moan loudly.

“Damn,” he gasps as he breaks away, his forehead resting against mine.

Damn is right. I can’t remember that last time I’d had a kiss like that—had anyone ever kissed me like that? My hands clench in his hair at his harsh whisper, unintentionally pulling his hair, and pulling a groan from him.

My eyes widen as I take in the look of bliss on his face and I consider climbing onto his lap right here, right now and riding him. We have some time until my next lesson, right? It wouldn’t be the first time I slept with someone only hours after meeting them, though it would be the first time it was someone that I had to deal with daily. I turn my head to rub my cheek against the scruff on his, biting my lip when I think of the way it would mark my thighs if he were to duck between them. When I tilt my head to kiss him again, someone clears their throat and we jerk apart.

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