Because of Low (Sea Breeze #2)(38)

He gave me a sad smile and stood up.

“But I need to get out of here before lover boy catches me.”

“Something like that,” I replied.

He nodded and blew me a kiss before leaving the room.

I lay back down and closed my eyes this time. Saying my fears out loud had helped. Sleep slowly found me.



Fluttery kisses trailed down my face and I turned to the warmth beside me. When Marcus’s clean scent reached my nose I opened my eyes. He wasn’t under the covers with me. That was my first observation. He had on a t-shirt. That was my second observation. His breath smelled minty fresh and with that observation I tucked my head against his shoulder so he couldn’t smell my morning breath.

His chuckle sent shivers through me.

“Why’re you hiding,” his fresh breath tickled my ear.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth,” I mumbled

He laughed out loud this time.

“I’m sure your morning breath is just as sweet as you are.”

“Um, no, trust me it stinks like the rest of the world’s,” I assured him refusing to tilt my face back and look up at him.

“Okay fine hide your face from me but I’ll tell you I don’t like missing out on your sleepy look.”

“My sleepy look?”

“Yes, your sleepy look. When you first open your eyes in the morning you have the sexiest expression. Your eyelids don’t open all the way and those long eyelashes of yours brush your cheeks and your bottom lip is all swollen from nibbling on it in your sleep.”

Wow. Okay I was completely turned on. And I had stinky breath. Fabulous.

I groaned against his chest. “That just makes me want to flip you over and climb on top of you and kiss you senseless.”

“Please by all means be my guest. I won’t stop you.”

Laughing I slapped his chest and sat up.

“You stay put and let me go do a little morning freshen up. Don’t move,” I pointed at him to emphasize my demand before sprinting toward the bathroom and brushing my teeth. Then my hair.





Running back into the bedroom I had to stop and sigh from happiness at the sight he made leaning against the head board. He had on a t-shirt but he was in boxers and his long tanned legs were crossed. And Marcus Hardy’s bare feet were downright sexy.

I lifted my gaze back up to his face and he was smirking.

“Do I meet your approval?”

Laughing I continued over to the bed but my early threat to jump on top of him seemed a little too extreme. Instead, I curled up beside him and tilted my head up at him this time.

“What? No crawling on top of me and having your wild wicked way with me?” The teasing in his voice made my stomach flutter. Feeling slightly brave now he’d brought it up, I threw a leg over his lap and straddled him. His smile disappeared and his eyes flashed with interest.

“Let’s see I believe the next step is this,” I whispered taking his face in my hands and then leaning down and kissing him with small quick pecks all over his lips. Both corners and even the tip of his nose. His hands slid up my outer thighs and underneath my t-shirt to grab my waist. Finding my way back down to his lips I took a small lap at his bottom lip then pulled it into my mouth and sucked. A groan erupted from his chest and his mouth opened and immediately he took over. His tongue tangled with mine while we explored each other. He sucked on my tongue surprising me and I leaned in closer pressing down on him.

We gasped at the same time as the heat that had been pooling between my legs made contact with his obvious arousal. As if my body knew what to do on instinct I rocked against the pressure that was causing wild jolts of pleasure to course through me.

Marcus began breathing hard and his kissing became more intense. His mouth left mine and I cried out as he began kissing down my neck and stopping to nibble and lick at sensitive skin along the way. Something was happening inside of me that scared me but was so exciting I couldn’t stop. I continued rocking and Marcus grip on my waist tightened as he pressed me down even closer to the wonderful pressure.

“AGH, God baby,” his head fell back against the headboard and I paused panting and achy but worried I’d hurt him.

“What,” I managed to ask in a strangled whisper.

He opened his eyes and both his hands left my waist and grabbed my face.

“You. Are. Driving. Me. Crazy.” He took short breaths after each word before claiming my mouth again. I took that as a good thing and rocked against him one more time and then my world fell apart. It was as if someone had lit a bottle rocket between my legs. The scream I knew was mine sounded like it belonged to someone else as I held onto Marcus afraid I’d fall if I let go. What had I done? And could I do it again?

When my heart began to slow down and breathing was once again possible I realized I was wrapped tightly in Marcus’s arms and my head was tucked into the curve of his neck and shoulder. Holy. Cow.

I still had a death grip on Marcus’s arms and I slowly peeled my hands away hoping I hadn’t left fingernail cuts on his skin although I don’t see how I could have kept from it.

What had I done? How could I look at him? What was I supposed to say? Did he think I was insane? I was pretty sure I’d just screamed like a banshee. It was a miracle Cage hadn’t come bursting in. Marcus stroked my hair as if comforting me.