14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
C assie
Early the next morning, I slipped from Marcus’ hold and out of bed, quietly crossing the room to find my robe. The last thing I wanted to do was wake him, especially as my comment about liking bad boys still echoed through my mind.
It was almost six in the morning, and I couldn’t lie in bed anymore. I slipped on my robe and walked to the soft bench seat at the window. Marcus stirred, and my gaze darted to him. When he settled down, I breathed a sigh of relief. My mind was still in turmoil, and I needed time to think.
I needed to be honest with myself. I wanted to be close to him, yet at the same time, run a thousand miles away.
Sitting down, I pulled my knees up, wrapped my arms around them, and stared out the window.
My loss of my emotional control last night still bothered me.
Not to mention, Marcus brought me to two climaxes with hardly any effort.
I needed to find a way to deal with both, because I was afraid it would happen again with him.
Staring out the window, I watched the sky lighten as the sun rose—light yellow gave way to orange, until the sky turned blue.
I didn’t have a lot of time left to come up with answers.
There was no denying I wanted Marcus, or I never would have agreed to the weekend. But now, everything seemed different.
He made me come twice. My tears last night had resulted from part amazement and part fear. The amazement? He’d been able to give me two orgasms without fucking me. The fear…was how he was able to get me to lose my control so easily.
I’d gotten good at faking it with others, but with Marcus, there was no need. He played me like a fiddle and knew exactly how to make me drown in pleasure. I sighed and rested my forehead against the window. I was no closer to answers now than I’d been last night. What was I going to do?