9. Chapter 8 #3
Marcus slid the balcony door open and stepped outside.
June followed behind him and welcomed the cool air against her skin.
The city looked crazy from up there. June could see blocks she didn't even know existed.
She stood against the railing. Water rolled down her thighs while her wet hair stuck against her shoulders.
Marcus walked over to her without saying a word at first. His hands settled lightly against her hips.
“You cold?” he asked low.
June shook her head. “Nah.”
Truthfully, she was too focused on the way his hands felt on her body to even think about being cold.
“The city look different from up here,” he muttered against her ear.
June leaned into him a little. “Yeah.”
Marcus’s lips brushed lightly against the side of her neck.
“You know what else look different from up here?”
June smirked already knowing he was about to say something slick. “What?”
“You.” Marcus replied.
She chuckled.
“You know what I been thinking about though?” Marcus asked.
June glanced back at him. “What now?”
“The way you showed out tonight with that fight.”
June laughed. “Here you go bringing that shit up again.”
“I’m serious,” Marcus said. “You looked good as fuck throwing them hands.”
June looked away shaking her head while smiling to herself.
Marcus grinned at her reaction. “That little shy shit don’t match how crazy you act.”
“Ain’t nobody shy,” June shot back quickly.
Marcus laughed. “Yeah, aight.”
"You know it's rude to stare, right?" June asked.
Marcus looked at her lips. “Can you blame me?”
June tried not to smile again, but failed.
Marcus reached up and brushed a damp strand of hair away from her face before letting his fingers linger near her jaw for a second.
“You look good as fuck tonight,” he admitted.
Something about the way he said it hit different. It wasn't like a regular nigga trying to come at her. It sounded real.
“You ain’t too bad yourself.” June replied back.
Marcus smirked. “Oh, now you flirting?”
“Maybe a lil’ bit.”
Marcus invaded her space fully, giving her enough time to pull away if she wanted to. She didn’t. His lips brushed against hers. The cool air mixed with the warmth between them and suddenly June couldn’t think straight no more.
Marcus pulled back and smiled. “Damn,” he muttered quietly.
June looked at him. “What?”
“You taste good.” Marcus admitted.
“You so corny.” June replied back while laughing even harder.
“But am I lying?” Marcus asked.
June opened her mouth to respond, but Marcus kissed her again before she could.
He kissed her slower this time. Like he was taking his time with her.
His hand caressed her lower back while June traced her fingers across the tattoos on his chest. June grabbed his face and kissed him again before he could say anything else.
Her tongue tangled with his. Marcus groaned into her mouth.
“Mmm hmm,” June whispered against his lips. “Thought so.”
Marcus smiled and then rested his forehead against hers. “You swear you got all the control.”
“I do got control.” June replied.
Marcus looked at her like he almost believed it.
A slick grin spread across his face while he kissed her one more time and it was intense enough to make her knees weak.
And honestly? If they stayed out there any longer, neither one of them was gon behave.
They stumbled back into the bedroom still kissing while Marcus shut the balcony door behind them.
The room felt warm all over again from the leftover steam and the tension building between them.
June laughed softly against his lips when the back of her legs bumped the bed.
“You trying to make me fall?” she teased.
Marcus smirked while his fingers skimmed along her sides. “Nah, but if you do fall, I’ll catch you.”
“Mmm hmm. That sounded real romantic Mr. Smooth Operator." June joked.
“It was supposed to.” Marcus replied.
June shook her head laughing, but the way she kept pulling him back in for more kisses told him everything he needed to know. Marcus kissed down her neck while his hands explored her body.
“You always this touchy?” June asked breathlessly.
“Nope,” Marcus muttered against her skin. “Just with you.”
Marcus looked at her with that same hungry look that kept making her stomach flip.
“You keep staring at me,” she whispered.
Marcus smirked. “Cause you fine as fuck, and you all mine.”
Marcus’s fingers softly traced along the tattoo on her thigh.
“I swear you don’t even know what you be doing to me,” he said quietly.
June looked up at him. “Maybe I do.”
Marcus couldn't help but laugh. “See? That's what I'm talking about.”
“What?” She asked.
“That cocky attitude you got.”
June grinned. “You like it though.”
Marcus admired her from head to toe. “Too fucking much.”
Every time things settled down, one of them would tease the other and start it all over again.
It was a whole lot of kissing, touching, and teasing each other until neither one of them could think straight.
But even with all that heat between them, Marcus never rushed her to have sex.
And that right there? That shit made June want him even more.