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Emotion rises sharp and sudden in my throat, and all I can do is lean in and kiss him again, slowly, reverently – like I understand exactly what this means.
We stay like that for a while, the quiet of the morning wrapped around us like a blanket, the rest of the world miles away.
“I could stay here forever,” I murmur.
“Mmm, then stay,” he says softly, fingers brushing my waist.
A smile tugs at my lips as a soft sigh rises from my throat. “It’s Monday.”
He laughs. “You desperate to get to work or something?” he teases, his voice low and scratchy with sleep.
I lightly slap my palm against his chest.
“No,” I laugh. “But I should check my phone.”
“Mmmm,” he groans, his lips finding mine one more time before he rolls onto his back and props himself up on one elbow. He rakes a hand through his tousled hair and the way his muscles flex with the motion has my insides clenching and arousal building all over again.
“Okay,” he murmurs, pushing himself upright into a sitting position.
He throws off the covers and is about to get up when I grab his hand.
“Wait,” I say, pulling him down as I roll onto my back.
He looks at me and his mouth opens into that smile that steals every other thought from my brain as he lifts the duvet and shifts so that he’s on top of me again.
He looks down at me, his eyes dark and heavy with heat.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me when you look at me like that?” he murmurs, his voice a slow burn against my skin.
My breath catches in my throat and then he’s kissing me again, deeper, with a hunger that curls through me like fire. His hands trace every curve, anticipating every response, and his fingers find my entrance, my body arching up to meet him like it’s second nature.
He pulls back, quickly grabbing a condom off the bedside table and rolling it on, and he’s sliding into me, filling me up so completely, and this feeling is everything.
My hand on his face, I look into his eyes, and I am so overcome with love, more than I ever thought possible.
He slides in and out, slowly, but no less intense. Like we’re savouring the connection of our bodies, knowing the outside world is waiting, but refusing to let it in just yet.
We fall apart together, a wave of pleasure washing over me at the exact moment he throbs, thrusting hard and deep as he lets go inside me.
After, we lay tangled together, the sheets a mess, the rhythm of our breaths syncing, slow and steady, as the world quietly spins around us.
Marcus’s fingers draw lazy patterns on my hip, soft and aimless, and I close my eyes, not ready to move, to let this moment go.
Eventually, he presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Okay,” he groans, reluctant. “NowI need a shower.”
He lifts his head, his voice dipping low and teasing. “Unless you plan on stopping me again?” That lethal smile plays across his mouth, equal parts promise and challenge.
I laugh, pushing at his arm lightly. “Go,” I say, though I can’t help the grin tugging at my lips. “We have all week.”
He leans in for one more kiss, slow and deep, then finally climbs out of bed.
I watch the muscles in his back flex as he stretches, then walks, gloriously naked, toward the bathroom.
God help me.
While he showers, I start getting dressed, fishing out a fresh pair of underwear and a soft pink top from my bag, then pulling on yesterday’s jeans. If we really are going to be here all week, I’ll have to figure out a way to wash some clothes. I hadn’t exactly packed for this. I thought I’d spend the weekend at his place, then head to work as usual. Not… this.
Downstairs, I fish my phone out of my coat pocket. It’s dead. Of course.