Page 77 of Lonely Heart

Then his mouth was on me, trailing along my jaw and down my throat. His hands were roaming, seeking to touch every curve he could.

I was already panting and whimpering by the time he dropped to his knees in front of me. Marco looked up at me, grinned, and shoved my skirt up my thighs. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, yanked my underwear to the side, and ate.

Evidently, Marco was hungry, and he wasn’t interested in food. He wanted me. Only me. So, I gave him what he wanted.

My hands went into his hair and held on. One of his snaked up my body and squeezed my breast.

And he growled. He growled and groaned as he ate, making it obvious he’d been a starving man.

His mouth was phenomenal, his tongue capable of things I didn’t know were possible. He licked, sucked, teased, and tasted. Hedevouredme.

If he could have done this for hours, I didn’t doubt he would have. And I’d have been happy to let him, because he was just that good.

My head had dropped back against the wall, my grip tightening in his hair. Marco built me up effortlessly, and it was a wonder I could manage to keep myself upright.

“Marco,” I breathed. “Please, don’t stop.”

Hearing how close I was, he went at me harder. I was squirming, panting. I couldn’t stop the moans that escaped me. And the next thing I knew, he’d pushed me over that edge, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.

Marco worked me through to the end, lapping up every bit of my pleasure before he pulled back and looked up at me with a satisfied grin.

I bit my lip, my fingers still threaded through his hair.

He dropped his gaze between my legs, fixed my underwear, and readjusted my skirt. And the second he was standing in front of me, my mind swirling with all the thoughts of what I was going to do to him now, it happened.

“Marco?”

My eyes went wide at the sound of my brother’s voice coming in our direction, my heart not having a chance to recover from all that Marco had just done.

Realizing he couldn’t wait to react, Marco held his finger up to his lips, an indication for me to keep quiet. Then he walked out of the room and answered, “Yeah?”

My heart was beating so hard, I could barely hear over it. So, I moved toward the door and listened.

“Hey, man. I got a free minute in between projects I’m working on, so I just wanted to come in and see how it was going. You mentioned you were in the home stretch with the villas,” Cooper said.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think we’re probably going to be finished with everything within the week. Then it’ll be a matter of furniture. I think that’s all been ordered and scheduled for delivery, so we’re still on track to meet the deadline.”

How did Marco sound so composed? I was a mess.

There was a momentary pause before Cooper said, “It looks great in here. I’ve been wanting to check out the new tiles in the bathrooms.”

Shit.

Shit!

Cooper was going to have to come through this bedroom to see the tiles in the master bathroom.

This was not good.

My only option to get out would be to open the sliding door that led to the balcony outside the suite, but I didn’t know how loud it would be. Could I even sneak out without them hearing?

That’s when I realized Marco wasn’t nearly as composed as I had originally thought. “Oh, uh, well, if you want I can?—”

The front door opened and shut again. “Hey, Liam,” Cooper said.

“Hey, Coop. What are you doing here?”

“I just came to check out the villas, since I haven’t had a chance to yet. What are you doing?”