Page 69 of The Spare
“Sloan.” I leaned my head against hers. “Gentle is the last thing on my mind.”
My resolve diminished to nothing, and I dropped to cover her lips with mine. Catching her off guard, she jerked back slightly but quickly warmed to it. With a soft moan, her head fell back, and she pulled down on her arms, holding me tighter.
Delighted in how her tongue swept against mine, I kissed her deeper, gripping the back of her neck, my fingers laced in her hair, allowing me control. Her hands got lost beneath my shirt, and her fingernails pierced into my back as she let out a soft moan.
Fuck.I wanted her. I breathed in the scent of lemons and exhaust.
“Do we… do we need—” Sloan pulled away breathlessly. “To go back right away?”
“No,” I said softly in her ear and brushed my nose against her neck. Hoping today would go well, I had a suite at the Warwick and a weekend bag Penelope packed for Sloan. “I have plans for you.”
CHAPTER36
Sloan
Marcus was unsurprisingly composed when the town car stopped at the hotel's entrance. Things got heated in the car and escalated quickly. Luckily, the ride to the hotel was short. The mixture of anticipation from months of foreplay and the sincerity of his gesture made me want to do all types of things to him as soon as possible.
He held my hand and led me through the hotel. He didn’t dare look at me until the suite door shut behind us. I turned to face him. My breathing slowed with heavy anticipation when I heard the lock click. He looked at me with the intensity of a lion stalking its prey, his features darkened in an unbroken stare as he silently prowled to me.
If a look could make me orgasm, that was it. Unwavering focus. Everything about him was commanding, and God, I wanted to comply.
His eyes glided over my body, as if trying to decide what to do first. Marcus looked down at me and ran his finger across the side of my neck. Pushing the hair back, he leaned in and dropped a soft kiss there. “Sloan,” he whispered.
Moisture gathered between my legs. He never said my name likethatbefore.
My legs nearly buckled. His arm wrapped around me to take my weight when I arched into him.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” His voice was low and graveled in my ear. The feel of his breath sent goosebumps all over my skin. My nipples hardened beneath my bra, aching to be touched.
A firing squad couldn’t stop me.
“No.” My voice shook. He swallowed hard. There was no turning back from here. It wasn’t just sex or a fling. It was a different beast entirely.
He brought his lips to mine for a tentative kiss at first, pulling away to run his hands up my shirt and pull it off me. He unhooked my bra, threw it to the floor, and met my lips again.
I moaned into the kiss when his hand found my breast, and his thumb rolled over my hardened nipples. The other hand ran down my side, resting at the small of my back. He held me tighter against him, allowing me to grind against his thick arousal.
The desire that pooled low in my stomach began to scream for attention. Months of waiting made me impatient.
“I need you,” I rasped, breaking from the kiss momentarily. I tried desperately to suck in some air to abate the way his touch made my head spin.
Marcus leaned his head against mine. “I hope you know, you’re not sleeping tonight,” he warned, crashing his mouth back onto mine. This kiss was different. It was unrestrained and demanding. His fingers dug possessively into my skin, and any tenderness vanished.
His tightly leashed desire was finally allowed its freedom, and he took it. His mouth, teeth, and hands all did things to my body that I didn’t think possible. He wanted to claim every inch of me, and I wanted to succumb. In one quick motion, he hooked one arm under my thigh and picked up my entire body. My legs snapped around his waist.
I gasped at the feeling of his cock grinding hard against my core. He groaned loudly into the kiss, backing us into the wall.
“You’ve been torturing me, Counselor.” His lips pulled away, and he sank his teeth possessively into my neck. He ground his hips against me with each bite. “For months.”
Oh God.“Marcus,” I bucked against him desperately.
“Foryears.” He groaned against my neck and brought his mouth back to mine. He carried me to the bedroom. The sound of him kicking the door open was the only thing I remembered before my back hit the mattress.
He broke our kiss to stand up and remove his shirt. I’d seen Marcus without a shirt at the pool or the beach, but seeing his sculpted body before it claimed me washot. I sat up on my elbows and took a moment to enjoy him. His sculpted arms, muscular chest, and washboard abs were all for me. My pulse ticked up wildly. His pants went next, leaving him in his boxers, and the pulsing between my thighs grew stronger.
He smirked as he watched me take him in.
Marcus unzipped my pants and hooked his fingers around the waistbands of them and my panties. They were off me in one quick motion.
