11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
C assie
I couldn’t concentrate on the movie, and it was one I usually enjoyed.
I was too aware of the man next to me on the bed.
I peeked at him from beneath my lashes. Damn, he was built.
Not a spare ounce of fat on him. A lean torso, sprinkled with dark hair that made my fingers itch to touch.
His stomach muscles contracted with each deep breath he took, making my heart flutter.
And his scent… I would never get enough of the pure masculine allure of pine and…
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he smelled deliciously all male. A part of me wanted to throw myself at him while the other part wanted to run in the opposite direction. I wanted to follow the second option because I was afraid of how he made me feel.
With Marcus, I felt soft, feminine, and all woman. He made me think I was more like my mother than I believed. My breath stilled. I wasn’t submissive to the point of being a slave. But I wanted Marcus.
Keep it to sex. Leave emotions out of the equation and I could make this work to my advantage. I pushed everything out of my mind except the sound of our breathing, in and out. I shifted closer to him, my body seeking out the comfort of his.
A slightly calloused hand closed over mine.
My gaze met his as he raised my hand, and his lips caressed my knuckles.
The instant his lips touched my skin, my body turned to jelly.
Good thing I was already reclining on the bed or I would’ve been a puddle on the floor.
Liquid heat flowed through my veins. A simple caress from him did this to me.
“I want you,” I whispered. No holding back. I’d made up my mind.
The TV went dark. “Lay down on your stomach.”
My tummy fluttered, and I reminded myself I could call a stop to this anytime I wanted. Marcus would listen. I did as he said.
“Good girl.” His fingers swept my hair to one side. His lips nibbled along the back of my neck, causing shivers to dance up and down my spine. My body was so tuned in to what he was doing.
“I’m going to take this slow.” His mouth caressed the nape of my neck. “You smell like the fresh sunshine of the new day. Do you taste the same?” His tongue swept over my skin, and damn if it didn’t feel good. The tension began to leave my body.
“You taste like a rich soufflé.”
I giggled, and my body grew lax.
“That’s better.” The bed shifted. I turned my head and glanced at Marcus. His eyes glowed like twin emeralds. “Can I take your nightshirt off?”
I nodded, rolled over, and sat up. He lifted the nightshirt, and I raised my arms over my head as he whisked it off my body. Goosebumps broke out over my skin, and I had to resist the urge to cover my breasts with my hands. Of course my nipples were hard.
“Thank you,” he whispered, dropping a soft kiss on my cheek. “Let’s have some fun.” He opened the nightstand drawer.
I tensed. How many times had I heard the drawer in my parents’ bedroom open and shut, then my mother scream in pain? I held my breath, ready to tell Marcus to stop, until I spied the small bottle in his hand.
“Massage oil.” He shook the bottle. “Lay back down on your stomach please.” I rolled onto my stomach. The mattress moved and he straddled my hips, his cock resting on my fabric-covered ass cheeks.
“You’re still too tense. A nice massage will get the kinks out.” The pop of a lid sounded, then the smell of roses filled the room. He swept his palms over my shoulders. “Knots—and lots of them,” he commented.
My eyes fluttered shut as Marcus’ magic hands worked on my shoulders.
His touch felt sure and firm as he kneaded my muscles.
His fingers pressed into my skin, not painfully, but skillfully.
I sank deeper into the mattress. His hands were delicious against my skin, finding all those spots that needed attention and some that didn’t.
Inch by inch, he massaged my back. My eyes drifted shut as my brain shut down, and I allowed myself to be lulled by the feeling of his hands against my body. If a massage could do this to me, what would sex be like? I couldn’t wait.