She moved to the bed and sat down. Marco handed her a container, and he shook his head. She took a plastic fork and asked, “What?”
“I’m not sure if I should be scared that you didn’t fight me on this or not.” He placed a hand on the bed and leaned in close. “Did something happen to you on that boat that I need to know about?”
His face was only about six inches away, and it took everything she had not to stare at his lips. “While being seasick is annoying, I’ll live.”
He raised a hand and tucked her still damp hair behind her ear. “That’s not what I’m asking. Did Richard or any of the Collector’s henchmen hurt you?”
“Why do you care? Considering I poisoned you, I expected a lot more anger. Or yelling.”
He lowered the hand from her ear, and placed it near her hip. His arm might be a few inches away, but she was keenly aware of Marco’s heat and scent surrounding her.
His gaze turned hot, with his eyes half-lidded, and her heart started to pound in her chest. Since he was good at playing the charmer, she’d wondered about his true feelings. But as he moved even closer, Cam started to believe that he didn’t hate her for poisoning him.
She cleared her throat. “Well? Why are you being so nice to me? It’s a little weird.”
“I’m not being nice. It’s taking everything I have not to toss you back on this bed and kiss you. Knowing you were on that boat, and they could be doing who the hell knows what to you, scared the living shit out of me.”
She stopped breathing. “Oh.”
The corner of his mouth rose. “I was expecting a little more than ‘oh,’ Camilla.” He moved his hand to her hip and she nearly jumped at his touch. “Maybe something along the lines of, ‘I knew you’d come for me. You’re so strong, and brave, and smart, there’s nothing you couldn’t do.’”
His high-pitched mocking tone broke the spell of his touch, and Cam snorted. “You must be thinking of some other Camilla, because never in a thousand years would I say something like that.”
He leaned in, his voice husky as he said, “There is only one Camilla in the world that I want next to me, and she’s right here.”
She swallowed at the possessive look in his eyes. All the years of name-calling and put-downs chipped at her heart, and she had a hard time believing him. “You could have anyone. Why me?”
“Because, woman, you’re mine.”
Her heart skipped a few beats at his tone. She couldn’t look away from his gaze as he took the dinner from her hands, and placed it on the table next to them. When he placed a hand on either side of her hips, caging her, the heat of his breath tickled her cheek, and she grew wet.
Since she wasn’t wearing any underwear, she clenched her thighs together. Marco noticed. He nuzzled her cheek and whispered, “Are you well enough for me to fuck you right now?”
Her belly tightened. She was done dodging their attraction. She’d had a lot of time to think about Marco naked while she’d been on board that damn boat, and she wanted him. Now. “Yes.”
“Good answer.”
He took her mouth in a possessive kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he threaded his fingers through her hair. She ran her fingers up his back, dug in with her claws, and pulled him closer. When her breasts brushed his chest, he growled and used his weight to force her back and pin her to the bed.
She parted her thighs, loving the feel of a hard, muscled man pressing against her. She tried to loop a leg around his waist to bring him even closer, but Marco broke their kiss to look into her eyes and caress her cheek.
She growled. Cam didn’t want gentle right now. “Why did you stop? I want you inside of me. Now.”
“In time.” She was about to protest some more when he took her wrists and moved them over her head. “If you move your arms before I say so, I’ll stop. Follow my orders, and I’ll reward you. Disobey them, and I’ll pull away. How much pleasure I give is entirely up to you.”
Her first reaction was to break his hold. But much like how she’d been intrigued by the show of exhibitionism back in La Noche, she started to wonder what it would be like to allow Marco to call the shots.
Since she was eighteen, Cam had been in control of nearly every aspect of her life. For once, the idea of letting someone else take charge—in the bedroom and nowhere else—excited her.
She nearly started at that thought. Where had it come from?
However, as Marco stroked the soft skin of her wrist, Cam nearly squirmed at the idea of ceding control and allowing Marco to dictate her actions.
She tried not to think of how much she’d grown to trust the man currently pinning her to the bed. But considering he’d created a fucking snow storm in the middle of an ocean to rescue her—risking it all by using his abilities—she wasn’t afraid of handing over her trust.
She decided to give him a try. If things got out of hand, she could always take him out. She nodded. “Okay.”
Marco gave a wicked smile. He rose from her body and moved to the side. “I want to see how ready you are for me, Camilla. Spread your legs.”