I search around the cage, staring at the shamble we made, waiting for his response. The radio is knocked over, my clothes scattered on the mat, and the fort is hanging half down over the sea of messy pillows and blankets. I guess we were a little enthusiastic. I stand up, and now my crotch is in his face. I don’t miss Marco’s tongue slipping past his lips as he wets them.
“You want to go upstairs?” Marco scrambles to his feet.
“Yes, please.”
“What about the storm?” He blinks in surprise.
“Fuck the storm,” I whisper, waiting a few beats before I say, “I want to rock your world.”
Marco growls, lifting me by the waist, and sweeping me off my feet. My legs wrap around him instinctively. His fingers find my bare ass, and he grabs a handful as he proceeds to carry me briskly up two flights of stairs, like I weigh nothing.
“Is this some new, pre-fight workout?” I giggle all breathy, burying my head in his neck as we bounce up and down with each step. He’s not winded at all, and he’s doing all the work.
“Wait till you see the main event.” He playfully smacks my butt. Goosebumps erupt over every inch of my skin, and a new shot of adrenalin shoots to my core.
A second ago, I was occupied with the playfulness of it all. Now, all I’m fixated on as we reach his apartment is the warmth of his skin on mine, and how I want to feel him on every inch of me.
I keep reminding myself. This is just sex.
Hot, wild sex with an incredibly gorgeous man.
I’m not supposed to be falling for him. But I can’t shake the thought I’ve already fallen.
The thought is terrifying.
Chapter Eleven
I push through the door of my apartment, setting Mila to her feet in front of me. I turn down the lights, creating a little ambiance. With her eyes locked on mine, she bites her bottom lip, making my already painfully, rock-hard dick jerk in my tight jeans. My cock is telling me all the dirty things he wants to do to this woman, like pin her up against the door and fuck her like a savage. Right now.
But Mila means more than that to me, and I want her to know it. I want to worship her sexy as fuck body the way she deserves. First, I need to make sure she’s still okay with this. She wraps her arms over her chest, covering her gorgeous breasts, and shivers like she suddenly realized she’s naked.
“Mila, if you don’t want this, it’s okay. We can hang out and talk…or you could…”
“I’m right here, Marco,” she announces with conviction. “I want to. I want you.” She reaches out and tugs my hand, leading me to the bed.
“It’s not fair. I’m naked, and you’re not.” Mila sits at the edge of the bed, eye level with the bulge in my jeans. Her bottom lip forms an adorable pout. She inches my shirt up with her fingertips, driving me wild as she scrapes her nails timidly over my skin. My taut muscles jump as she strokes each dip and ridge, exploring my body.
I reach behind my neck and swiftly pull my shirt over my head. All I want is the feel her skin on mine.
She places her slender fingers over my hips, tracing warm, open-mouthed kisses across my abdomen with her soft lips. Her tongue darts out, taking small tastes, sending a chill racing down my spine. Her eyes lock on mine as she works my belt like she’s carefully opening a present.
Neither one of us can fight it any longer, not that I ever wanted to.
I groan when she rubs a light hand over my denim-confined cock, wrangling around in my briefs.
“Let me grab a condom.” I walk over to the nightstand, praying to the Lord above the strip of condoms I haven’t needed in forever is still there, since I can’t remember the last time I bought them.
Mila crawls to the center of my king-size bed, her lustful eyes vigilant the entire time. She shoots me a tentative smile, letting me know she’s as nervous as I am. I want her to feel safe. I’ll do anything to protect her.
I waste no time stripping off my jeans and boxer briefs. She drinks in my body with such lust in her eyes, sending a fresh rush of blood straight to my cock. “Oh, boy.” Mila sighs, admiring my dick, and fuck, I’m done.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been standing here, admiring her when she breathes out, “What are you waiting for?” Letting me know this is not a mirage of her beautiful body stretched out in the middle of my fluffy, white bed.
Call me a pussy if you want. I don’t care, because I’m too overwhelmed with emotion as I continue to stare at Mila’s beauty. Her naked body is so damn captivating it makes my knees weak. I could watch her all day—the way her long, dark hair fans out across my pillow. Her soft, creamy caramel skin glows in the dark. Her long, golden legs, smooth curves; her pure beauty has me mesmerized.
“Marco,” she whispers my name like a prayer.
“You’re stunning,” I growl, and I don’t think my cock has ever been harder than it is right now. I kneel on the bed, hovering over her, balancing my weight on my forearms, placing my lips on hers.
I slide down over her, our bodies molding together perfectly. Burying my nose in her neck, I press my lips to her skin as I breathe in her intoxicating scent. I kiss and bite up and down her, savoring every inch of her skin.
She runs her fingers along my jaw, dragging them behind my neck to tug me in for a mouthwatering kiss, before saying, “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.”
I hiss out a breath when she reaches down and wraps her slender fingers around my cock. Her thumb rubs over the tip, spreading the wetness already there. “It’s so…um…you’re very strapping,” she chuckles.
I’m praying I don’t embarrass myself like a fucking teenager with no self control. “Careful. I think your praise is making him bigger.”
Her full, round tits fit perfectly in my hand. I trail a kiss down her neck, and she sucks in a breath when I draw one of her hard, dark nipples into my mouth, pinching the other between my fingertips at the same time. A low moan escapes her throat.
I run my hand along the inside of her thighs, feeling the wetness I created earlier. I can’t wait to get my mouth on her again. She tastes so good, but the need to be inside her is urgent.
I sit back on my knees, tearing open the condom, swiftly rolling it onto my shaft. I admire her beautiful pussy, glistening in the dark.
“Fuck, Mila.” I rub the tip of my cock against her wet hot entrance, groaning when she arches into me, ready for more.
“Oh, God.” She sucks in a breath as I gently push into her with one long, smooth stroke, burying my cock deep inside her.
My world spins off its axis. This thing between us is real. It doesn’t matter what Mila thinks, because I’m keeping her forever. The first time we met, I knew there was something about her. I knew she was meant to be mine.
She’s tight, so warm and wet; I could die a jubilant death inside her. Her pussy is heaven. I’m not sure how long it’s been for Mila, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“More.” She rolls her hips up, rocking hard against my pelvis. “You need to move.”
I start with slow, smooth strokes. A low groan falls from her lips as I begin to move in and out. Her hands cling to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, as she bucks beneath me.