Page 42 of Furry Equations
“Damn,” he said. “I really thought that would work.”
“Logic would agree,” she replied. “Maybe the fact we got Vanessa spooked whoever it is. Back to the drawing board.”
He sighed, not happy with her conclusion. Finally, as they pulled into his building’s garage, Natalie gathered her courage.
“So,” she turned to him, “about what you said earlier. About this being more than attraction.”
“You mean about you being my mate?” His direct gaze pinned her in place. “About how every instinct I have screams to protect you, to cherish you, to make you mine in every way?”
Her breath caught. “Yeah. That.”
He killed the engine but made no move to exit the car. Instead, he turned fully toward her, his expression intense. “What do you want to know?”
“Everything.” She met his gaze steadily. “But maybe we could start with why kissing you feels like coming home.”
The smile that spread across his face was breathtaking. “That, sweetheart, is because you are home. For both of us.”
When he kissed her this time, there was no audience, no pretense, no mission to hide behind. Just them, and a connection that defied scientific explanation.
She pulled back and tried to catch her breath. “How about we move this somewhere more private?”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
They were in Marcus’s penthouse in a flash. He pulled her straight to the bedroom, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. Once there, he began kissing her ferociously and pulling on her clothes. She gripped his shirt and clung to him. Having his massive hands caressing her body as he got her naked was a new way to get her even more turned on.
She sat on the bed and scooted back, never breaking eye contact with him. Then she motioned him over with her finger,letting him know what she wanted. The way his gaze scanned down her body made her feel on fire.
Naked, Marcus looked good enough to eat. Time to partake in the meal. Natalie gripped his arms and pulled his lips to hers. His mouth was hot, she wanted more of him. Needed more of him.
Natalie loved the feel of his lips on hers.
“You are mine.” His words skyrocketed her need.
Desire and lust warred for control in her chest. Then his lips were all over her, not the soft, sweet kisses from before, but ones that left her trembling with need. He gently pushed her back on the bed and crawled over her and kissed his way down her body again.
He bit down on her belly. His downward travels stopped when he reached her bare sex. He licked her inner thigh and she groaned. “I’ve been dreaming of having a taste of you, Natalie.”
She bit her lip. Words stuck in her throat. Her legs spread wider, wanting more of him. His lip curled in a fuck-a-licious grin.
“Know what I want?” He licked closer to her pussy but not close enough. God, that was nowhere near close enough and she might lose her mind if he didn’t hurry it up. She almost yelled at him. Could he be any slower?
“I want to feel your pussy soaking my face.”
Oh. My. God.
A sharp electric current shot right to her clit, making it twitch. Her body trembled and all he’d done was a few licks around her pussy. At this rate, she’d never make it another five minutes.
He licked at the crease between her pussy and her leg. So close but still so far.
“Please, Marcus,” she moaned. She let go of her nipples and gripped clumps of his short hair.
“Ah, fuck, baby.” He licked over her pussy lips. “Wiggle those hips and show me how much you like my tongue on your clit.”
She whimpered, pressing close to his mouth—if that were possible—and waited. If he didn’t do more, she’d be the first woman she knew to come with words alone.
“You are so beautiful, Natalie. I’m so hard seeing you slick, hot, and wet,” he groaned. He rubbed his face on her slick folds. “You smell delicious. Like a wet dream. Only you’re real and this won’t be a dream that goes away when I wake up. You’ll be mine. All mine.”
The ragged sounds of her breath filled her ears. She couldn’t think. All she could do was hope he’d lick her again. Soon.