Chapter Seven

Marcus nibbled his way up her inner thigh, spreading her legs wide so he could feast on the creamy secret flesh he’d just been finger fucking. He spread her glistening folds, enjoying the way she bit her lip in anticipation.

Ms. Asia Smith was something else, everything he’d ever imagined or hoped for and then some. Since he’d met her, she’d pushed him away so fervently, keeping him at arm’s length for so long he’d thought the huge walls she’d erected against him would be much harder to bring down. Not that he was complaining. Just surprised.

Didn’t matter, though. She would have been well worth the wait even if it had taken a lot longer, but he was elated it hadn’t. A generous lover who gave of herself wholeheartedly and with great sensual pleasure, she blew him away. And he had every intention of keeping her as close to him as possible.

The question was how he was going to convince her to stay with him once she had time to think. Because skittish was her middle name. It was part of her charm, actually. But he wasn’t going to let her run far. He wanted her in his bed because he had a strong suspicion he wouldn’t tire of her anytime soon.

Already his cock had hardened again, and the anticipation of burying himself to the hilt in her tight sheath was enough to try his patience. He didn’t want to wait, wanted to be inside of her now. Again. Pumping furiously until she screamed his name over and over.

He also wanted to make her come at least once before he did so. He looked up to see her watching him with hooded eyes. He gave her a wolfish grin before giving her sex a long, satisfying lick. She tasted like ambrosia.

Her breathing turned choppy, leaving him in no doubt that she liked what he was doing. He tongued her clit while he inserted two fingers into her again, stroking several times until he could work in a third. He sucked and flicked his tongue, feeling the nerve-packed nub get harder, distending as if wanting more.

Ready to oblige, he latched on and sucked until she shuddered and came all over his tongue.

Without waiting for her shudders to slow, he threw on a condom and sank home with one sure thrust until he was balls deep in her tight slit. She gasped and caught her lip in her teeth, making him want to do the same. So he did, nipping her lips, ravishing her mouth with thorough strokes of his tongue, losing himself in her sweet taste, distracting himself so he could hold it together longer this time.

When he felt in control again, he broke the kiss and pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside her pulsating core, teasing her, making her want him more. She grabbed his ass, trying to push him back inside, almost pushing him over the edge. He fought back the urge, determined not to be rushed.

Instead, he eased into her with slow, measured strokes, working her up, building the tension, wanting her to explode.

She whimpered, trying to thrust in counterpoint to speed him up, but he held onto his control, thrusting harder still. Increasing the speed at his own pace, pumping into her until her flushed face and lust-filled eyes—an erotic sight he couldn’t resist—undid him. Not wanting to break his rhythm, he told her to pinch her nipples. Without hesitation, she did, and once again he was blown away by her openness.

She was so fucking hot he couldn’t stop. He was going to come right now. He slammed into her over and over until her inner muscles fluttered, milking his cock, finally clenching down as she came again. His balls tightened and pulled up against his body until he flew over the top to join her, semen shooting into the condom over and over until he was completely spent.

He dropped onto her with a grunt, totally wrung out. He swore he’d never come so hard in his life. As soon as his arms stopped shaking, he shifted his weight so he didn’t crush her while they both caught their breath.

“That was fucking amazing.”

She nodded her agreement, damp shoulder-length curls dancing around her glowing face.

He rolled over until she was on top of him. After he’d pulled a sheet over them both, he settled back and relaxed. Letting his mind wander.

He didn’t know where their relationship was going, but he knew one thing for a certainty. He wasn’t going to tire of this incredibly sexy lady anytime soon. And he was nowhere near ready to let her go.

Asia’s eyelids popped open with a start.

She’d nodded off. Noting the time on Marcus’s bedside clock, she tried to absorb the fact that it was now three hours since she’d first arrived at his front door. And in that three hours she’d had sex with him not just once but twice, and she was still in his bed.

Holy shit.

This was definitely a first for her. One-night stands had never been her thing until now, and she had to admit she felt more than a little awkward right at this moment. What was she supposed to do now? Get up, act all sophisticated and world-weary? Leave? What did one do in this situation?

Marcus stirred beside her. “Hey.”

She forced herself to look at him. “Hey.”

God, he looked even more gorgeous with a serious case of bedhead. And his sexy blue bedroom eyes were quickly making her want him all over again, despite her present uncertainty.

His mouth kicked up into a warm grin and her inner tension started to ease.

“You look beautiful.”

Her hand flew to her hair, automatically checking to see if it was sticking up anywhere. “I really doubt that.”

He nabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, dropping a kiss to her fingers. “Don’t. It’s true.”

She didn’t know what to say, but she also didn’t want to overstay her welcome. “I suppose I should leave.”

She put action to words and started to sit, making sure the sheet covered her breasts.

“Do you have to go?”

He sounded disappointed. She stopped and looked at him, meeting his questioning eyes. “I figured you’d want me out of here.”

“Why would I want that?”

She was so damned out of her element. “Isn’t that usually how these things go?”

His brows furrowed. “What things?”

“You know. One-night stands. Ships that pass in the night. That kind of thing.”

He hiked himself up into a sitting position. “What makes you think this is a one-night stand?”

“Well, isn’t it?”

“Not for me it isn’t. You think I’ve been dropping by the shop and trying to get you to go out with me just for a quick tumble in the sack?”

When he put it like that, she suddenly felt stupid. “That’s your usual thing, isn’t it?”

He sighed. “For your information, I’ve never been into one-night stands.”

“I’m sorry. I guess I just assumed.”

He reached out and ran his fingers along her shoulder, sending goose bumps skittering in their wake. “You can’t believe everything you hear. I don’t know where we’re going or what we have, but it’s not a one-night stand. At least not for me. The truth is, I’d like to see more of you. Get to know you better. I’d hoped you’d feel the same way.”

Taken aback by his honesty, she didn’t quite know what to say. Panic fluttered through her, but then she reminded herself this was just fun and games, one-night stand or multiple-night stands. Either way was fine. She could handle it. “I don’t know. This came out of nowhere for me.”

“I’m not asking for a commitment. Just say you’ll see me again.”

Since just looking at him made her want to jump him, she figured she could at least agree to that. “Okay.”

“Good. Now I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”

Food. She suddenly realized just how empty her stomach was. “Me too. You got anything to eat around here?”

“Always.”

Her eyebrows arched in surprise. “Really? I thought you bachelor types never had any food in your fridge.”

“Not this one. I like to eat.”

He got up and pulled on his jeans. Leaning in to give her a quick kiss, he said, “You can put on one of my shirts, or come down naked. Whatever you like, although my vote is for the latter.”

She called after him. “You mean you’re not going to feed me in bed?”

He was already in the hallway. “Nope, you have to help.”

She pouted, but scooted out of bed anyway. She was starving and the food wasn’t coming to her so down she would go.

She grabbed a shirt out of his closet and after a quick pit stop to the bathroom, headed down to the kitchen to see what he considered edible food.