Page 64 of Lonely Heart

I moaned and whimpered, loving the feel of being so full of him.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled, his mouth at my ear.

Twisting my neck, I looked back at him, wanting to feel his lips on mine. Marco kissed me, continuing to pound hard and deep, his hands never leaving my body.

When he tore his mouth away, he kept his eyes on mine. There was something about the way he was looking at me that I couldn’t quite shake. This might have been our fourth round in a matter of hours, but I could feel it.

In the way he kissed me.

In the way he held my body.

In the way he moved inside me.

But mostly, I felt it in the way he looked at me.

This wasn’t just about sex. It wasn’t just about a physical release.

Marco claimed he couldn’t get enough of me, but I didn’t think those words had anything to do with what we were doing now. It was something else, somethingmore.

That realization dawning hit me some place deep and meaningful.

Marco Kingston was everything I never knew I needed, and he was far more than I thought I’d ever get.

I couldn’t imagine how there’d ever be a reason for a single member of my family not to want me to have this, to not feel what I felt when I was with him.

I reached a hand back toward his hip and held on. Marco gave it to me harder. One of his hands slid up to cup and squeeze my breasts while holding me close to him. The other, the one that had been on my hip, drifted down between my legs, pressing in and circling my clit.

“Oh, don’t stop,” I begged.

Marco did not stop.

He kept at me, kept giving me what I needed. And with those midnight blue eyes holding me captive, that familiar tug built low in my belly. But it built quickly, faster than I wanted it to.

“She’s going to come,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly.

I was.

My lips parted, our eyes locked in an intense stare, and it happened. Both of us went over at the same time. I tried to keep my gaze on him, but I couldn’t. It was too intense, and my head snapped back against him, my eyes squeezing shut.

His head dropped forward as he groaned through his release into my neck, biting the skin there.

For a long time, neither of us moved our bodies. Marco’s lips moved, though. He stayed buried inside, my leg hooked over his thigh, and his face shoved into my neck, kissing and soothing the spot where he’d bit me.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was still inside me and had made me come as hard as he had, his mouth on my neck would have easily built me up for another round.

Only after we’d managed to catch our breath, I said, “You’re the hardest working man I know.”

I felt his smile against my skin. “Something about this does not feel like work.”

I got it. Even if I’d told him I had no energy when he’d been trying to coax me, once we were in it, I easily had the strength to see us through. Of course, Marco was a man of his word and didn’t require me to lift a finger, but at least I could understand what he meant about it not feeling like work. “That’s fair. But I think after all that you’ve done, you should allow me to make you breakfast this morning.”

“I’m trying to find the downside.”

Twisting my neck, I looked back at him again and kissed him. Then we got out of bed, cleaned up, and made our way to the kitchen for breakfast.

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