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“Morning,” he says, instantly followed by a yawn.
He’s still wearing his hoodie from last night, but even through it, the broadness of his shoulders makes my heart skip a beat as I pray tomorrow morning we’ll be waking up in bed, ideally with no clothes between us.
Marcus stands up, stretching his arms up the same way I had, and looks around for a moment before walking over to a wooden doorand opening it confidently, only to find a storage closet. He closes it, turning back to me with a sheepish grin on his face.
I laugh. “You might have to try upstairs.”
He lifts his chin in an acknowledging nod, looking at me with a sleepy smile as he ruffles his hair and walks up the stairs.
God, he looks so fucking good in the morning. He looks older, less put together and a bit more suggestive of his age, but still devastatingly handsome. It only adds to the feeling of comfort, knowing I get to see him in this intimate setting without all the presentation he puts into his appearance at work.
He's everything I’ve been dreaming about and more.
I look out the front window again, smiling as the snow on the ground reflects the morning sun, painting the air with a magical shimmer. Tall evergreen trees with branches weighed down by blankets of white line either side of the snow-covered drive.
I walk across to the French doors and pull the curtains open, and the view that greets me steals the breath straight from my lungs.
There’s a small patio area, the snow sparkling like a carpet of glitter in the morning sun, with a small wooden table and two chairs. A small black gate at the edge of the patio opens onto a sprawling field, at the end of which is a low fence establishing the boundary of the property. Past the fence lays a vast expanse of fields surrounded by dense forests. It looks like a postcard from somewhere far away.
Marcus’s footsteps come down the stairs and heat spreads across my cheeks as I feel him come up behind me, his arms wrapping around my shoulders.
“Tell you what,” he says in a teasing voice, his lips nuzzling my neck. “I’m looking forward to getting ready for bed tonight.”
“Oh?” I ask, leaning my head back against him, my eyes closing from the feel of his mouth against my skin.
“You should go check it out.” He plants a kiss on my neck and lets go of me, walking over to open the fridge.
I glare at him expectantly, but when he doesn’t say anything else, curiosity gets the better of me and I quickly run up the stairs, a smile taking over my face so wide that my cheeks physically hurt.
In a large bedroom, there’s a huge king size bed and an oval shaped whirlpool tub that is definitely designed for two people.
My heart thunders in my chest as I imagine sitting in it with Marcus, my legs squeezing together from the hungry ache building within me.
I stare at the tub, mesmerised as visions of Marcus, naked, surrounded by steam and bubbles, fill my head.
Having quickly freshened up and used the facilities, I walk back down the stairs, a tightness building deep in my core, my inner walls tightening as I realise that tonight, in just a matter of hours, every fantasy I’ve had over the last two years will be coming true. My heart feels ready to burst out of my rib cage as desire burns like a fire through me, making my skin buzz with electricity.
Marcus is sitting at the kitchen island, wearing a loose black T-shirt, his messy morning hair and stubble growing in around his carefully trimmed beard somehow making him look that much more alluring. I love seeing his imperfections, seeing him not so perfectly put together. It makes him more real, moremine, as if I’m getting to see something special.
A mischievous look plays in his eyes as he looks at me.
“Well?” he asks.
“Did you know this place had that when you booked it?” I ask, walking up to him as he spins on his stool to face me, his legs spreadingout wide so that I can stand between them. His hands find my waist, pulling me firmly into him.
“I may have spotted it in one of the pictures…” he teases. “Iwassearching very quickly.”
His playful smile warms my soul, and in this moment, I know, with absolute certainty, that no matter what else happens, no other man will ever come close to him. His eyes are pure passion, his golden skin a godly level of perfection, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of the way he holds me, as though he never wants to let go.
“You kept that quiet then,” I whisper, trying to make my voice sound as seductive as possible. I lean in, my lips grazing his for just the briefest moment before his hands run up my back, pulling me even closer.
“I thought it might be a nice surprise.” He stands and lifts me on to the kitchen counter with surprising ease, his mouth crashing into mine.
My heart races as I bury my hands in his hair, my legs opening to wrap around him. It’s surreal, almost too good to be true, but I push the thought quickly out of my head. His tongue is in my mouth and his hands grip my hips with a bruising intensity as a fire rips through me, igniting every nerve ending with an uncontrollable flame.
My arms slide down to his neck, one hand running down his shoulder as euphoria consumes my body in waves. Is it possible to come without even being touched? Because I feel so close, so on the edge, heat and moisture growing between my legs with every caress of his tongue, and his hand isn’t even there yet.
After an intense minute of his tongue exploring every part of my mouth, Marcus pulls away with a groan, dropping his head to my shoulder.