Page 32 of Inescapable Gravity

And then he was pressed against her.

His narrow hips between her thighs, his broad chest against her own subtle curves, and oh heavens, his hard erection was already spreading her open around its girth.

She cursed deep in her throat, wanting him closer.

"I'm not patient either, Heather." He paused and shifted so that he could look right into her eyes. "Have you... been with anyone?"

"No." She shook her head. "I've only ever wanted you."

He groaned and then she felt his forehead touch hers. "I've wanted you forever. I've looked for you since you disappeared, Heather. I never stopped."

She sobbed and the sound echoed in the constrained space of the elevator. "I never wanted you to find me. I didn't want you to know what my father had done. I didn't want you to know what happened to us because of his crimes. I only wanted you to remember me the way we were that night in the pool house."

"Then let's go back to the room," he suggested, his voice as thick and heavy as his erection pressed up against her belly. "Let's go back and I show you what we can be like now."

He stepped back, her body still in his arms, and then he set her feet on the floor.

As soon as he leaned back to touch the controls on the elevator she grabbed the front of his shirt and stopped him.

"Here." She could barely hear her own voice and said it louder because she didn't want him to think that she wasn't sure. "Here, Mars. Make love to me here."

He drew in a deep, chest-expanding breath and gave her a look that sent chills through her body.

"Only because you called me-"

"Mars," she smiled and fanned the flames of his arousal.

"Fuck me," he growled.

CHAPTER SEVEN

He backed her up against the wall and said a silent prayer that the elevators in the hotelwere enclosedand not walled in glass.

"Hands, Heather. Give me your hands."

She held her hands out to him and he felt his heart kick against his ribs. She looked so sweet and sexy at the same time.

Holding her wrists together, she looked as though she knew what he had in mind, but he wasn't sure if she understood how hard it was to treat her as gently as she needed him to.

He could let some of his hunger show, but he'd do whatever it took to make it easy on her.

He took both of her wrists in one hand and lifted her arms up and over her head so he could pin them against the wall.

Marius looked at her face to judge how she felt and he was surprised to see her eyes almost swallowed by her pupils. Her lips parted so he could hear the soft pants of her breath and it was impossible to ignore the rise and fall of her breasts under her silk dress.

Her nipples were hard, he could see the subtle outline of them under the silk and his mouth watered with the need to taste them.

With one hand holding her hands in place, he leaned in and covered the tip of one breast with his mouth. Dragging his tongue over it. He found out then just how sensitive she was.

She cried out, her voice echoing off the walls, her wrists tugging at his hand to free themselves and her hips lifted away from the elevator wall.

He smiled against her breast and again, dragged his tongue over her nipple while his free hand sought her other nipple through the silk.

She bucked her hips against him, her mouth uttering sounds that he'd never heard from her sweet lips.

Moans of wanton heat.

He turned his head slightly to the side and looked at the wet silk formed like a second skin over her areola.

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