He leaned close once more, his breath hot and intoxicating against her ear, before claiming her mouth in a slow, territorial kiss that left no room for doubt.“Now,” he murmured, his voice rough—low with intent, heavy with promise—curling straight through her.“Now let Marcus take care of you.”He drew back just enough, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of his worn grey sweats. With one controlled, unhurried motion, he slid them down, the fabric pooling at his ankles.And there it was.All of him.Unapologetic.Waiting.