Page 61 of Lonely Heart

Marco started at my jaw, and I eagerly tilted my chin up to grant him better access. I closed my eyes, inhaling the scent of him.

His lips trailed down my throat, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick and taste before his teeth would nip at the skin. Tiny whimpers escaped. They were like little pleas for Marco to give me more, to never stop what he was doing.

He shoved a hand between my body and the mattress, expertly unhooking my bra. His other hand came to the center of my chest, curled around the middle of my bra, and yanked it away, the straps biting into my arms as it went.

Neither of us paid attention to where it landed as he tossed it to the side. Marco was far too interested in taking in the sight ofmy naked breasts, and I was too captivated by the heated look in his eyes as he did.

“God, you’re stunning.” His head dropped, his mouth clamping down on one nipple.

My back arched, every part of my body aching with need for him. “Marco.”

The tone of my voice had dipped low, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside that had been asleep for far too long.

Marco shifted his attention to the other side while one hand squeezed and played with the breast he’d just released.

I hadn’t been touched in ages. I thought I was going to combust with what he was doing, and we’d just barely gotten started.

I was tingling between my legs, needing more, so I rolled my hips to find that friction. Marco must have realized, because he gave one last deep suck on my breast before his mouth freed it.

Lifting his torso slightly, his hands traveled down my sides toward my underwear. He curled his fingers around the fabric at my hips and hesitated just two beats before he dragged my panties down my legs.

He wasn’t shy about taking in the sight of me naked. He also wasn’t shy about getting himself just as naked.

When he lost his own underwear, I finally got it. Because there was little else I wanted to do besides stare at him, at just how magnificent he looked.

Up on his knees, straddling one of my legs, Marco pressed a palm into the mattress beside my body while the other went to the side of my face. His thumb dragged lightly over my bottom lip, his eyes watching it go.

Marco’s gaze continued to follow his fingertips as they traveled down between my breasts, over the soft skin of my abdomen, and right between my legs.

I wanted to remain still, to let him get whatever he wanted out of this, but it was impossible. My hips jerked at the intimate touch, my hands gripping the blanket beneath my body.

Marco continued to play, his touch so light and tender, and his gaze eventually traveled back up my body. His fingers didn’t stop moving through the wetness when his eyes met mine.

My breathing had grown shallow, my moans refusing to be denied.

“Does that feel good, Princess?”

I was practically panting. “So good. But I want to feel you, handsome.”

Marco slid one finger inside, my back coming off the bed.

“Oh, God. That wasn’t what I meant, but I like it.”

He rewarded me with a laugh, a second finger, and his thumb at my clit. “I don’t intend to do anything tonight that you won’t like, Ivy. You should prepare yourself for that.”

I didn’t know what world he was living in. I could barely think straight for all he was doing to my body with just his fingers. Did he think I could just take the time now to prepare for whatever was coming?

“Are you covered for birth control?” he asked.

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I nodded my response.

“Are you okay with me not using a condom?”

“Marco, please,” I begged. “I want you inside me. I want you now.”

He pulled his fingers from my body, lifted them to his mouth, and licked them clean, groaning as he did it. “Oh, I’m going to have to get my mouth on you soon.”

I was still envisioning him sticking his fingers in his mouth when he repositioned his body between my parted thighs.