She wasn’t moving, not because she wasn’t feeling like it, she just couldn’t. The weight of his very presents in her home rooted her to the floor.
Not with Marcus standing that close, his sleek, raspy voice still whispering in her ear, his breath staying hot against her cheek.
“Then don’t stop.”
She was saying it. She had been thinking about it, and before she was able to stop herself or clamp down on her wild thoughts, she was f*****g saying it.
The words were hanging between them like a matchstick just waiting to ignite. Her skin was humming with the soft thrum of electricity running through her blood.
Celeste’s thighs were pressing together out of instinct, her body suddenly becoming aware of every place it wasn’t touching his.
He was looking at her like he was just seconds away
