Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
HARPER
“ I hope you still like Thai.”
Glancing at Marcus over the island in my kitchen, my heart rate picks up. He’s handsome, if a little disheveled after his game. His gaze droops from exhaustion as he rounds the counter with one aim in mind.
Me.
“After a game, I’ll eat anything.” Marcus steals a kiss from me before heading toward my living room. “But you know Pad Thai is the key to my heart.”
“Is it?” I grab my own plastic container of fried rice and follow Marcus, sitting next to him. “Good to know.”
It’s a tight squeeze on my love seat, but it’s the only thing that fits in my small apartment.
“As long as I’m fed after a game, I’m happy.”
Marcus is not shy at how fast he wolfs down his dinner. I’m not even halfway done by the time he’s dropping the empty container on my coffee table and grabbing his water bottle.
“Do you want some of mine?” I hold the container out to him .
“Nah, I’m good. That was fucking delicious.”
“You worked up quite the appetite,” I observe.
“There are other ways I can work up an appetite…”
“Oh yeah?” Marcus grabs my foot and digs his fingers into the arch. “That feels amazing. Shouldn’t you be the one that needs this after the game?”
“You rubbing me down?” Marcus waggles his eyebrows at me.
“I mean, yeah. But I won’t say no to a foot rub.”
I set my half-eaten dinner on the table and stretch both legs into Marcus’s lap as best I can.
“You should know by now I won’t say no to you.”
“You mean anything I want, you’ll say yes to?”
Marcus smiles. “Yes.”
“What if I want a dog?”
That earns me a boisterous laugh. “Okay, fine. Within reason.”
“And here I thought I was going to be Sam and Sadie’s favorite person.”
Marcus grabs my hand and presses a kiss to my palm. “You already are. Mine too.”
“Wow.” I laugh. “It was easy to win over the Evans family.”
“You know, you’re technically a part of it too.”
Moving to straddle his lap, I run my fingers through his soft locks. “That’s going to take some getting used to still.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think you’re doing it just by being here.”
Marcus smiles at me, rubbing his thumb over my jaw. His fingers sink into my hair, massaging my scalp. “You’re wearing an Evans jersey. I think that solidifies it. Especially with how damn sexy you look right now.”
“I thought you might enjoy it. ”
“It means you’re going to need to come to every game now and wear this. You’re my good luck charm.”
I wiggle over his lap, feeling his cock harden beneath me. “Could other things be considered a good luck charm?”
“What do you have in mind?”
Grabbing the hem of the jersey, I pull it up and over my head and unfasten my bra and flick that off. I make quick work of the buttons on his shirt and push it over his shoulders.
“I could get used to this.” Marcus leans forward, closing his lips over my nipple.
The way he flicks his tongue over the tight bud has me arching into his hold. His large hands send fire pulsing through every inch of my body.
Pulling his mouth off me, I kiss him. Deep and fierce. Controlling it as he holds me close. Bare chest to bare chest. The contact is creating a storm of electricity around us. Our slow, languid kisses as our hands roam over each other ratchet up my desire.
I cannot get enough as I rock over him.
“Fuck, Harper. I cannot get enough of you,” Marcus echoes my thoughts.
Standing, I grab his hand and pull him up with me. “Care to join me in the shower?”
I shimmy out of my leggings and toss them in Marcus’s direction. He’s tripping over himself to get his shoes and pants off, and laughter bubbles out of me.
By the time I flip the handle to start the shower, Marcus is behind me, pulling me into his arms. I lock eyes with him in the mirror.
My breath catches in my throat at the look on his face.
Desire. Want. More love than I ever thought I could have in this world .
“I fucking love you,” Marcus whispers. His hands are resting on my hips, steam filling the bathroom. “More than I’ll ever be able to tell you, Harper.”
Pulling Marcus’s hand to my mouth, I kiss the vein on his wrist. It’s hard to contain the emotions that are swimming through me.
Love. Intimacy. Contentment. Trust.
“I love you forever and a day.”
“Forever and a day,” Marcus repeats back to me. “It won’t be long enough.”
“Then we better make good use of every minute we have.”
Pushing the curtain back, I step into the shower and Marcus follows. His big frame takes the brunt of the water as he takes me into his arms and kisses me again. Water sluices over both our bodies as he spins me toward the cold, tiled wall. I wrap a leg around his hips to hold him close.
To feel exactly what I’m doing to him.
“Turn around. I’ll wash your hair.” A sly smile is on Marcus’s face as I obey him. He snaps the shampoo bottle open and rubs some between his hands. Strong fingers work their magic as they massage it into my scalp.
“God, Marcus.”
“Let me take care of you.”
Tears sting my eyes at his words. I can’t remember the last time someone took care of me. I’ve been on my own for so long, that it became my status quo.
Oil change? I learned to do it myself.
Hanging shelves? I’m a master at wielding a hammer.
Self-defense classes to stay safe on my own.
Marcus’s words mean more to me than he’ll ever know.
As he rinses the soap from my hair, he presses kisses into my shoulders. “Are you okay? ”
I spin in his arms. “Yeah. I’m good. Perfect, actually.”
Marcus brushes back the hair that sticks to my face and kisses me. Sweet, deep, perfect . Everything about this moment is perfect.
Marcus is all I will ever need in life. All I’ve ever needed.
“Let me take care of you.”
Marcus shakes his head. “You don’t have to.”
I smile at him as I drop to my knees. “I want to. Let me.”
“I love you,” he tells me again, brushing his thumb over my lips.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock. Precum is already leaking out. I work my hand and mouth in tandem as I feel him harden.
“Do you realize how sexy you look right now?”
I smile as Marcus threads his fingers through my hair, guiding my moves. My free hand cups his balls as I tease him. Every groan of his is music to my ears. His broad shoulders block most of the water from hitting me. Drops of water slide down his sexy Adonis belt.
“Want me to come?” Marcus asks, his voice raspy with need.
I pull off him with a pop. “I want you to come down my throat.”
“Fuck. Yes.”
I suck him as far back as I can as I squeeze his balls, urging him to come. I love the taste of him. The feel. I tighten my fist right before he explodes. I swallow the salty cum of his orgasm. His growls and muttered fucks spur me on, feeding my desire to take every inch of him until he’s shaking. Wanting to drink up every last drop. Loving that I can make him feel this way.
Lust-filled eyes stare down at me as he wiggles a finger at me. As I stand, Marcus sweeps me into his arms and plants a kiss on my lips.
“Now, let me take you to bed and show you how much I love you. All night, love.”
“Sounds perfect.”