Page 10 of Thunder

Then I remind myself that he's a biker, he's probably all about one-night stands, and all the wine I had earlier is probably just affecting my judgment.

"Good." I exhale, relieved. Somehow, those intense eyes of his make me feel like he sees right through me, but I can't let him get too close. Tonight is about passion and control, not emotions or attachments.

I'm here to let loose and escape my problems for a little while so that tomorrow I can focus on my problems with a clear head.

"You seem distracted. How about we focus on what's important?" Marcus murmurs, brushing his fingers along my cheek before kissing me deeply. “Give me your lips.”

My pulse races as Marcus's lips crash into mine, our bodies pressed together in the dimly lit parking lot. His hands roam over my curves, pulling me closer; I taste the hunger in his kiss and feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Yes, let's," I gasp, before I disappear into another earth-shaking kiss.

"Let me take you upstairs," he growls between kisses, his voice low and seductive.

"Carry me," I demand, breathless.

He grins, a feral glint in his eyes. "Your wish is my command."

His muscular arms scoop me up effortlessly, cradling me against his chest. As he strides across the parking lot, I wrap my arms around him, feeling the muscles that move beneath his clothes. I envision his powerful body above mine, moving against me, into me, devouring me.

The anticipation of what's to come makes it hard to catch my breath.

"Ready for this?" he asks, smirking, as we reach the hotel entrance.

"More than you know."

Marcus carries me through the lobby, drawing curious glances from other guests. Thankfully, I don't see anyone I recognize—especially not my boss, I note with semi-drunken relief. All these other people seeing me, I couldn't care less; let them stare. They're probably just jealous.

Me, I'm in my own world tonight.

And the only things that matter are the biker who's carrying me and the release waiting for me in my hotel room.

We reach my room, and the moment the door opens, Marcus sets me down, pushes me against the wall, his lips meeting mine in a frenzy of lust. Our bodies grind against each other as our mouths explore and taste, hungry and insatiable.

"Tell me what you want," he whispers hotly in my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"You," I gasp out, feeling my desire for him build with every touch. "I want to let go tonight. I want to forget about everything except being with you, fucking you."

"Fuck, Lia," he murmurs, nipping at my neck. "You have no idea how much that turns me on."

"Show me," I challenge, my eyes locked with his consuming green gaze.

Our tangled dance of tongues and touches continues, the heat between us growing more intense by the second. In one swift motion, Marcus lifts me off my feet and throws me onto the bed.

The door slams shut behind us, sealing the world outside.

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot," he growls, climbing on top of me.

Our lips meet, tongues dancing in a heated frenzy, as his hands roam over my body, pulling at my clothes.

"Wait," I gasp, pushing him back.

He's panting, eyes wide with desire, but he obeys, allowing me to take control for a moment. Slipping off the bed, I slowly unzip my dress, letting it fall away to reveal me—covered only by a minuscule black bra and nothing else. Marcus's gaze rakes over my body hungrily, his green eyes darkening with lust.

"Damn, Lia..." he breathes, barely able to contain himself. My cheeks get hot at his open admiration.

"It’s just crazy to wear panties with that little dress of mine. Do you like what you see, Marcus?" I tease, arching an eyebrow. But I already know the answer; I can feel his erection straining against his pants, desperate for release.

"More than you can imagine," he replies, voice thick with want.

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