Page 58 of The Spare
The conversation drifted to work, as it so often did between the four of us. I couldn’t help but enjoy the way she looked in that dress. The black fabric clung tightly. Long beaded sleeves wrapped her delicate arms. The hem sat on the honey skin of her thigh, beckoning to be touched. Being more cognizant of how often my eyes roved over her, I attempted to pay attention. She clocked my lingering gaze and waited until a lull.
“Are you wearing that out?” Sloan asked Xander with mild trepidation. She looked from his feet to his eyes, slowly narrowing hers as she did. Henry and Xander ambushed each of us directly after deplaning, and both were dressed for comfort. Their things had gone directly to the hotel.
“Oh, good call.” Xander looked himself over, then nodded to Sloan. “Want to come hang while I get ready?”
Henry had no such question for me, and I was mildly annoyed with Xander’s. The question was inherently innocent, but I wasn’t in a sharing mood. It didn’t matter; I knew the answer.
Sloan walked further into the kitchen and leaned over the stove to smell the pasta. “Why don’t we meet you there? I’m dressed and hungry, if Marcus is willing to share.”
It was good enough for them. They went on their way with a plan to text us wherever they decided to go.
“I see what you did there.” I smiled at her. She bit her lower lip. “You look…” I looked to the door after it clicked to confirm that both Henry and Xander had left.
“Nice?” she teased.
“Fucking lethal.”
“So…will you share?” She asked. Not waiting for my response, she grabbed a bowl, scooped some pasta, and sat on the counter to eat it. The already short dress moved higher up her thigh.
“Does this still count as the dinner I owe you?”
She let out a faux resigned sigh, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes. “Sure.”
I closed the space between us and resisted the temptation to move her knees apart so I could be even closer. I took the bowl, placed it at her side, and met her gaze. My hands gripped either side of the counter. I leaned in closer. “Then no.”
She beamed and playfully swatted my chest. She didn’t flinch when my hand rested on the bare skin above her knee. My other hand ran my fingers through her hair, tucking some behind her ear, drawing her closer.
“What will you make me next time?” She ran her finger up and down my chest. Her scent enveloped me, making anything other than the thought of having her right now non-existent.
How much time do we have?
Probably an hour and a half. I tried to prioritize all the things I could do to her in ninety minutes.
“What do you want?” I whispered. My hand ran up her thigh to the end of the dress, and my fingers played with the hem. I could feel the goosebumps on her skin. She uncrossed her legs, letting me a step closer.
“I think you know,” she breathed. The air shifted from light to dangerously volatile; any movement would trip the fuse. Ignite our entire world.
My lips brushed over hers. “Was this dress for me?”
She shook her head. “No, but what's underneath is.”
Fuck.The resistance crumbled.
I gripped the back of her neck and pulled her forward. My lips pressed against hers, and I skimmed my tongue across her lower lip. She tugged at my shirt and granted me access. I swallowed her soft moan as my tongue stroked and sparred with hers. She tasted like everything that plagued my dreams.
The kiss became heated in an instant. My hands roamed her body, claiming every inch they touched. I slowly pulled her forward. My hands slipped beneath her dress, stopping when my fingers found lace.
She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, grinding herself against my hard cock. The feel of her hips bucking against mine shot liquid fire up my spine.
Mine.
I looped my fingers around her panties. She moaned into my mouth, louder this time. Her hands, lost in my hair, yanked gently. I pulled away and found the enticing spot on her neck and dropped kisses there before a hard nip. “Marcus,” she panted softly.
That sound drained any remaining hesitation or resolve. Pulling back, I looked at her for a moment. She nodded, flicked her gaze to the hallway, and then back to me.
“You're mine,” I told her, and pulled her back into a kiss. l lifted her off the counter. Her legs tensed tighter around my waist as I turned to take her to the bedroom. We were stopped by the sound of her phone buzzing madly against the countertop. It rang through the lust-filled cloud.
Sloan jerked back slightly in surprise. We both looked to the source, seeing Xander’s name light up on the screen.
