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He collapsed onto me. I allowed my hands to run slowly up and down his back, enjoying the closeness we were sharing.

“I’m crushing you,” he murmured and moved off me.

I turned onto my stomach, not bothering to cover up, and watched him head into my bathroom. A few minutes later he returned, hesitating in the doorway. He was the sexiest guy, confident in his nudity. Despite feeling sated and satisfied, I wanted him again.

“You keep looking at me like that and I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

“Promise?” I gave him a cheeky look while my eyes drifted over him from head to toe.

“You want more?” He walked over to the bed.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he murmured in my ear when he kneeled on the bed, and I sat up.

“Ditto,” I whispered when his hand cupped my nape, bringing my lips to his.

This time he made me scream and I convulsed with each tremor of my climax. Afterward I lay exhausted, unable to move.

“You should come with a warning,” I murmured against his chest.

“Are you complaining?” He grinned.

“God no.” I trailed my fingers across his chest. “I could get used to this.”

There were a few moments of silence.

“Me too.” His voice was serious and I closed my eyes, feeling a whole lot of feelings rush through me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

I hated driving in the rain. The water pelted my windshield so hard I really began to feel anxious about having decided to meet my sister for an early dinner. It was made worse by the dark night and I found it more and more difficult to see where I was going no matter how quickly the wipers cleared the water. Mark and I had been inseparable but tonight it was nice to take some time away from him to spend some time with Sophie.

Feeling anxious and annoyed that I had put myself in a situation that I had very little control over, I contemplated pulling to the side of the road until the storm passed but I was only a few minutes away from Sophie.

We had arranged to meet. Her exact words were, ‘I want all the juicy details.’

I reached a traffic light, which turned yellow, and I braked slowly. I took a breath, trying to deal with my rising panic. The light turned red.

I heard the sound of brakes locking into place and wheels skidding against the surface of the road before I was jerked forward. My car was flung right into the middle of the intersection.There were more sounds of crushing metal while I held on to my steering wheel for dear life, pushing hard on the brakes.

Bright lights flashed to the side of me and I realized it was a car coming directly at me. My mouth opened in a silent scream when it hit the side of my car at an angle. My head hit the side window and pain exploded. My car spun off the road and into a couple of bushes.

I hurt. My chest hurt. My head was throbbing. There was no movement and no more sounds of metal against metal. It was silent.

Then it dawned on me what had happened. Car accident. I began to shake, trying to take in my injuries. Tears seeped out of my eyes as I touched my head and saw the wetness of my blood on my fingers. It was still raining but not as heavy.

Someone tried my door and after a few tugs it opened. “Are you okay?” the stranger asked.

“I think so,” I said despite the pain. It hurt to breathe. I undid my seatbelt but there felt like there was still pressure on my chest.

“Stay here. Help is on the way.” He disappeared.

I trembled, trying to figure out what to do next. Call someone. The rain began to slow down further while I tried to reach my phone beside me. I put a hand to my chest to try and ease the pain but nothing seemed to help.

Somehow I found my phone and I called Mark. It rang.Pick up, pick up, I pleaded, feeling my panic rise. It rang and rang.

I swallowed my tears when he didn’t answer. Who did I call now? There was only one choice.