Page 9 of Falling Fast
TAWNY: I can tell. He really likes you too. Just be careful, I don’t want my little sister getting hurt, that’s all.
I pocket my phone with a smile and turn to walk toward my cottage. I wish Kayla was home, she would be able to help me make sense of these insane feelings. Sometimes I swear she knows me better than I know myself.
Inside, I turn the heat of the shower up high, until steam billows out the top and fills the small bathroom. As I step under the spray, I think of Marcus and his cold shower, which of course leads to thoughts of Marcus naked. Oh great, now I’m squeezing my legs together to try and ease the ache that comes with that mental image.
“Oh, fudge it,” I say aloud to my empty bathroom. Then I close my eyes and let my hand travel down my body until it reaches the spot between my legs that is throbbing. I picture Marcus’s hand taking over for mine as I play with my clit, rubbing it the way I know will get me off the fastest. I’m not prepared for how quickly my arousal builds as I let myself imagine Marcus in here with me; that it’s his hands teasing me. I can almost hear his voice whispering dirty words in my ear and feel the seductive heat of his body against mine. It’s not long before my gasps and moans are bouncing off the walls of the shower and my legs are shaking from the intensity of my release.
Once I regain control of my body, although my heart continues to pound for a few more moments, I quickly finish my shower, dry off, massage some honeysuckle scented lotion into my skin and then spend far too long trying to decide what to wear. Part of me wants to dress up, the other part remembers that the plan is burgers on the beach. Eventually I settle on a pair of jean shorts and a light sweater. But I do take the time to blow dry and straighten my hair, hoping that Marcus will be running his hands over the smooth strands later tonight. By the time I’m done, I look at the clock and realize I only have a few minutes before he’ll arrive. I race around my bedroom, putting away my wet towels and straightening the pillows on the bed. Just as I finish, there’s a knock on my door.
He’s here. And something tells me there will be more than just a kiss between us tonight.
Chapter six
Marcus
I’m nervous. Why the fuck am I nervous? I just saw Ella an hour ago, yet even after jacking off to thoughts of her in the shower, I’m still fighting a semi in my pants and I’m desperate to see her again.
She is a part of me now, a part I never knew was missing. I probably shouldn’t have asked Ella the questions I did; I’m almost positive she’s realized why I’m here. Why I don’t just come out and admit it, I don’t know. Maybe she could help me figure out a plan for the project without destroying the small-town community vibe that already exists here. But I’m too chickenshit to tell her and risk ruining things between us before they actually happen. My time on the island is short; I have a meeting set with Robert next week to discuss my thoughts on moving ahead with the development here.
I guess it’s no surprise I’m nervous.
I’m running out of time with Ella. Time I desperately need to try and figure out if these intense feelings are real, or just a momentary flight of insanity. Who the hell am I kidding, this is more real than anything I’ve ever experienced.
When Ella opens the door to her cottage, she takes my breath away. She’s wearing a simple sweater that hangs off one shoulder and jean shorts that show off her long, tanned legs.
“Damn, you look beautiful,” I say hoarsely as I reach out and pull her in close so I can kiss her. She giggles, and it’s adorable and sexy at the same time.
“Thanks, you look pretty good yourself.”
I smile, happy I had the forethought to pack some casual clothes for the weekend. Burgers on the beach wouldn’t work in dress pants, so I changed into some shorts and a lightweight Henley.
“Are we driving or walking?” I ask as Ella lays her head down on my shoulder for the short walk over to where my car happens to be parked.
“Driving, but only because I want to sit in that fancy car of yours,” she says, her eyes alight with mischief. She giggles again, and the sound is my undoing. Any chance of self control disappears in an instant.
“I want to do more than drive with you in my car,” I growl, and spin her around so I can cage her in between the passenger door and my body. Vaguely I realize that a parking lot in front of the inn isn’t the most private of locations, but I can’t bring myself to care. The heat radiating between us is unmistakable, and her scent, that fucking sweet smell that is my Ella, is tantalizing. “I want to taste you, Ella. Can I do that?” I say in a low rumble. I’ve clearly rendered her unable to speak, because all she does is nod and I bend my head to lick a swath along her bare shoulder with a groan.
“Fuck, you taste as good as you smell.”
Her answering moan is all the permission I need to keep going, so I keep one hand in place on the car beside her head, but let my other hand trail down her side until I reach the hem of her sweater. Slowly I creep my fingers under the fabric to brush against her satin smooth skin. Her arms come around my shoulders to clutch my head, holding it in place as I nuzzle her neck.
“Marcus…” She whispers, then gasps when my hand reaches the lace of her bra. I lightly run my fingertips over her breast, feeling the perfect weight of it, and I smile when I realize her nipples are standing at attention with arousal.
“You like this, don’t you, beautiful? You like me touching you and kissing you,” I murmur against her skin.
“Oh yes…” she sighs.
In this intimate moment, Ella is the center of my entire world. Everything around us fades away and all I can see, smell, hear, and feel is her. Unfortunately, such a perfect moment can never last, and we’re interrupted by the sound of tires on the gravel driveway. I pull back with a groan, feeling the distance between our bodies like a physical ache.
“I suppose we had better go and get those burgers, or this date isn’t going to happen.” I say reluctantly.
Ella surprises me with her saucy smirk. “Oh, the date would still happen, we would just skip past dinner and go straight to dessert.”
And just like that, my cock is seconds away from exploding out of my pants. Her confidence seems to be growing with every minute we’re together, and this sexy seductress is just as hot as the shy and nervous woman from before.
“Don’t tempt me, woman,” I mock growl.
“Sorry, I want a burger first.” Ella winks, then she turns and slides into my car, leaving me breathing heavily in the space where she was seconds before.
