My cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Delia, it’s nice to meet you.” I lean in and shake her hand. “Excuse me,” I say to the table before turning to Marco. “I just need a little air.” I shake my head no when he moves to accompany me. “I’ll be right back.”
I quickly make my way to the exit, stumbling past a couple of guys blocking the door. I shuck off my heels, since my feet feel like they need a transplant, and let them dangle off my finger as I make my way to the side of the building. I lean up against the cool brick, tilting my head back with a sigh.
“Hey…you okay?” Marco grumbles in a husky voice, making his way over to me.
“I needed a few minutes alone, Marco,” I say a little too petulantly, immediately regretting it.
“I’m sorry. I was worried about you,” he says, as two lanky guys enter the alley, one of them with an unlit joint hanging from his lips. “Fuck off,” Marco growls, and they briskly scurry off, back the way they came. “Were you jealous?” He places his palms against the brick wall behind me, above my head, caging me in.
I could lie, but what’s the point? He knows damn well I was. Might as well own it. “Yup.”
“You think I want anyone else? Is that what you think, Mila? Since you came into my life …you’re all I think about all damn day. You’re all I dream about at night.”
“Marco…I thought…”
He slides his hand to the back of my neck and shuts me up with a kiss that’s hot-as-fuck. The heels I’m holding clunk to the ground, along with the suit jacket in his hand. It’s a slow, sensual kiss and has my knees weak by the time he’s finished.
“I don’t want anyone else, Angel,” he breathes into my neck.
“What are we doing? I’m just waiting for you to get tired of me, and then what? Falling in love with you is…” I’m about to say confusing because it is. I realize I just told him I’m falling in love with him, and by the huge grin on his face, he doesn’t seem to mind.
“We should go…now…before I fuck you up against this brick wall. I need to be home sweaty and naked, eating your pussy.”
“Yes,” I say in a breathy voice, kissing him under his jaw. Yes, please, and thank you.
After we say our goodbyes and the longest car ride in the history of Uber, we make it back to the gym.
We barely make it up to his apartment before the door slams, and Marco pounces on me, all his hard muscle pinning me up against the wall.
His lips and hands are everywhere, and I can barely breathe. I’m drunk on his kiss. “You know what turns me on?” he says with a husky growl before crushing his lips on my mouth, forceful and needy. “Watching you all night in this hot-as-fuck dress.” I wrap my hands around his neck, my head falling back against the wall when he cups my breasts, pinching my tight nipples through the thin material. I moan when his massive bulge presses into my stomach. “Swaying this sexy body on the dance floor for everyone to see.” He calmly licks a line up my neck. “Knowing I’m the lucky bastard who gets to take you home.”
“You look so hot tonight,” I tell him, panting as I grind against his thigh like some cat in heat. “You know what gets me hotter than anything, Marco?” I palm him through his pants.
“What, baby?”
“Sucking your cock.” With my hands on his hips, I sink to my knees, pushing him back a bit.
“Jesus.” He looks to the sky like he’s praying. “How did I get so lucky?”
I wrangle his belt open and pop the button on his pants. He’s so hard; sliding the zipper down over his erection is a slight struggle. The head of his dick peeks out the top of the waistband of his white boxer briefs, his cock straining to be released. My mouth waters at the sight, the purplish tip already glistening with his desire.
I swirl my tongue over the sweet, salty tip, needing a taste before I slip his pants and underwear down over his hips, giving me enough access to blow his mind. I fist his cock with one hand, cupping his balls with the other. I glance up at him, licking my lips. The way he’s staring back at me with those dark, cobalt eyes makes me even more slippery between my thighs. I run my tongue along the underside of his hard thick length, and he lets out a groan.
“So damn good, baby,” he growls, as I stroke him firmly with both hands. His fingers tangle through my hair as I take him deep into the back of my throat, already feeling him swell in my mouth.
There’s nothing gentle about the way I attack him, and he seems to love it. I’m so fucking needy; I’m sucking him like it’s my job. I slide one of my hands between my legs, slipping my fingers underneath the lace of my panties to release some of the ache. I stroke him with my other hand, continuing to suck and lick every inch of him, up and down.
“God.” I’m going to come already. I bury two fingers into my wet heat, deliberately rubbing firm circles against my swollen clit at the same time with my thumb.
“Fuck…that’s hot,” he groans, as I feel him starting to lose control. “As much as I want your sweet lips around my cock while I come in your mouth…I need to be inside you.” He lifts me off the ground, and carries me over to the edge of the bed, depositing me on my feet in front of him.
He reaches around and unzips my dress halfway, sliding the silky straps down my shoulders, letting it fall easily to the floor. He growls, taking a minute to admire the sexy, white lace lingerie Soraya talked me into purchasing.
“This is how it’s going to go,” he grunts, reaching behind my back, unhooking the sheer bralette with ease. “You’re moving in here permanently with me.” He kneels down on one knee and presses open-mouthed kisses underneath my bellybutton as his hands smooth up the inside of my thighs. “You’re my girl, and it won’t be a secret to anyone. Just like everyone will know, I’m yours.” With the tips of his fingers, he slides my soaked panties down my legs easily, inhaling deep when he presses a kiss on top of my newly bare mound. “No more indecision. No more fear of exes. No more worrying about me looking at other women.” He stands tall in front of me, lifting my chin with his finger. “Just love…and trust. Just us. We fight together.”
“Marco…I.” I need to tell him everything.
“Just say yes, Angel. Say you’ll be mine.” His gaze is full of desire, making my heart flutter.
I give him a soft nod before he crushes his mouth down on mine. I need one more memory of us to hang on to. I’m so afraid he’s going to reject me once he knows the truth. Why didn’t I tell him weeks ago?
My hands shake as I fumble with the buttons on his dress shirt, yearning to feel his skin on mine. He shoos my hands away, finishing the job. I wrap my idle fingers around his hard length pressing into my belly, since his pants and underwear are long gone.
We roll onto the bed in a warm embrace. I try to anticipate Marco’s touches, but his hands and lips are everywhere, and every inch of my skin competes to feel his next touch.
I swirl my fingers through his hair as he draws a breast into his mouth, sucking my nipple to a throbbing peak, before moving to the other breast.
“Take what you want,” he says, rolling us over, so I’m on top of him. “Show me how bad you want me.”