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Mark laughed. “Really? And what is it that I am supposed to say?”
I felt like stamping my foot. “That you love me you, idiot! That you are so fucking in love that you can’t see straight and every minute of every day you worry that just maybe I might not feel the same. That you can’t live without me.”
I trailed off in horror, realizing what I had done. I squirmed in his arms, trying to break free. “You tricked me!”
His arms were tight around me like iron. “Didn’t you want to know what I was going to say?”
I was hot with embarrassment and terrified that he was going to tell me that he appreciated my love but couldn’t say the words back.
“No, I don’t think I want to know. I think that I want to just forget that we even had this conversation and pretend that…”
His lips smashed down on mine in a punishing kiss. My fears and anxiety slowly unraveled as the heated desire in my stomach began to grow. He kissed me as if he would never let me go, his arms tight around my body and his tongue demanding submission.
As he kissed me, I raised onto my toes and sank my fingers into his hair. I loved this man, there was no denying it.
He broke the kiss and whispered harshly against my lips, “I love you, crazy woman. I love you so fucking much that I can’t see straight.”
I whimpered and closed the distance between our lips. I needed him, craved him,
“I love you, Mark,” I panted the next moment my lips were free. “So very much.”
He kissed me again, moving us back so that I came bumping up against the bed.
“Let me show you how much I love you,” and he pushed me back into the soft mattress.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sutton
With a playful glint in his eyes, Mark leaned in. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation, and it was true. For the first time in my life, I was willingly giving my trust away knowing that this man wouldn’t hurt me.
He went to the closet and pulled out one of his silk ties. I raised a brow.
He grinned and my stomach filled with butterflies. This time when he leaned over me, the tie was placed over my eyes and secured at the back of my head.
“Too tight?” he asked.
“No, it feels fine.”
I felt the mattress shift as he moved off of it and then felt his hands on my ankles. He pulled me down until my ass was at the edge of the mattress. Then with deft hands, he removed my pants and underwear. I felt a little silly in my shirt with no bottoms, but I had told him I would trust him.
I felt the tip of his finger making lines on my hip and then his mouth came down and kissed the lower part of my flat stomach. My hands clutched the sheets as I waited for more.
“Fucking beautiful,” he moaned, and then with his bare hands he ripped my shirt down the front.
“Mark!”
He growled playfully, “I will buy you another shirt.”
“Maybe I liked that one,” I retorted.
But then his lips came down and sucked one of my nipples into his hot mouth and I completely forgot about the torn shirt. Lapping my nipple, he nipped and sucked at the tender skin before taking the tip back inside his mouth and sucking hard.
My body felt like flames were licking at every nerve ending.
“Just a minute,” he rasped, and I heard the door to my room open.