I reach out, splaying my hands across Marcus’s chiseled chest. He’s not as huge as Callan, but he’s still more muscular than most guys I’ve been with, and I want to lick him all over. Damn.
I’m wearing a little flowy dress with spaghetti straps and a cardigan. While Marcus and I kiss, the cardigan hits the floor, and then he pushes my spaghetti straps off my shoulder. His mouth goes there next, planting kisses on the bare skin, as he tugs my dress down and reveals my breasts. The dress falls away, and I open up his jeans at the same time, then push them down.
His hands wrap around me, pulling me close and pressing my bare breasts against his chest as he swoops in for another kiss. He yanks our hips together, and the desire rages through me, potent and compelling. And for once, it’s not m
