From This Moment On (The Sullivans #2)(26)

Barely two feet from the bed, he bent his head and took one of her br**sts in his mouth.

She was so sweet, and so responsive. He felt his hold on sanity loosen as she moaned his name and he had to shift her weight so that her other breast was there for him to suckle on, too.

Knowing he’d never experienced anything as erotic as the way her body responded to his touch, Marcus made himself move those final feet to the bed, and lowered them both so that he was sitting on the edge of the mattress. Her fingers were in his hair now, her neck arched back so that she could give him better access to her br**sts. He knew if he left her there to squirm and wiggle around on his lap, he was going to explode before he was anywhere near getting inside her.

He lifted his mouth from Nicola’s soft skin just long enough to reposition her so that she was standing between his spread thighs. Her legs were unsteady and he held onto her hips, moving her small but curvy frame into just the right place.

Her hands stayed in his hair, and the desperate little sounds she was making as he licked and sucked and nipped at her sensitive flesh had him suddenly wanting the night to be so much longer than just a handful of hours.

Chapter Ten

Nicola had never felt this out of control. Her brain, her body, none of it was connected together anymore. Between Marcus’s kisses and his hands on her skin...she lost hold of everything that held her down to earth as in one smooth move he slid her shorts and thong off so that she was completely naked.

As he dragged her mouth down to his for another soul-changing kiss, her hands automatically went to his pants to start unbuttoning and unzipping so that she could get him naked, too.

One of his big hands covered both of hers. “Not yet. Not until you come for me."

Still holding her hand, she was more than a little shocked when he slid both of their fingers between her thighs.

“Tell me how it feels,” he said in a low voice.

“Good.” She could barely breathe. “So good.”

Her thighs were shaking and he held her steady with his free hand as he had them rub their combined fingers over her aroused flesh.

“Marcus."

She gasped out his name as jolts of pleasure zipped through her. His eyes flared with lust a split second before he leaned forward and captured one of her br**sts in his mouth again. She whimpered her pleasure as he had them pressing harder and harder circles with their fingers. She was right there, she was so close, she held her breath as—

“Just my hand now.”

She barely registered his words before he was letting her hand go.

“Come for me. I want to see it. I want to feel you explode.”

Oh God, she wanted to, and his naughty words had her clenching on him in a mini-orgasm. She was so close, but the closer she got the more her legs shook. She wanted to relax all the way, to stop being so shy, to fully give in to all the wonderful things Marcus was making her feel, but one thought kept stopping her.

If she embraced this wildness with Marcus, did that mean she really was the wild slut Kenny had painted her to be?

As if he’d felt her hesitation, Marcus moved his hand from between her legs. She opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, he was lifting her from the floor so that he was lying back on the bed and she was straddling him on her knees.

His hands stroked her back and she realized that he was going to be true to his word.

Slow and easy.

And that was when she realized it didn’t matter what the world thought of her. Right now, in bed with Marcus, all that mattered was what she was feeling. All that mattered was the intense pleasure that he’d already given her.

Bending over to kiss him, her tongue met his wildly, her desperation making the kiss so intense it was on the verge of being rough.

Somewhere in their kiss, she realized he’d slid his hand back between her legs. A low, pleasured moan escaped her as she realized this position made it easier for her to rock against his hand.

“More,” she begged.

“Not yet,” he told her, but she could tell from the raw tenor of his words that he wanted to give her more just as much as she wanted to receive it.

She lifted her head up so that she could look into his eyes. “Please, Marcus.” She felt a sob of need rise up in her as she worked to drive him deeper.

She watched him war with himself, a muscle jumping in his chiseled jaw, and then he finally gave her what she wanted. And as her inner muscles tightened on him, he whispered, “Kiss me,” a breath before he tangled the fingers of his other hand in her hair and took her mouth with his.

A hundred wonderful sensations blurred, and as he moved his free hand to cup her br**sts, she felt it coming. Pleasure as big as a tidal wave. So big she didn’t think she could handle it.

No, she knew she couldn’t handle it.

She broke their kiss and was putting her hands flat on his chest to try and pull away, when his voice broke through her panic. “Nicola. Look at me. I’m right here with you.”

She somehow managed to focus on him as wave after wave of pleasure started to break over her, through her, inside of her.

And when he whispered, “Let go for me,” the way he was watching her, as if he’d never seen anything as beautiful—as mesmerizing and magical—in his entire life, was the final key the lock on her body needed to break all the way apart.

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Never in his life had Marcus been with a woman this made for pleasure, who came with such wild abandon.