“I’d love to know what’s going on in that head of yours right now,” Marcus murmured, his eyes searching my face.
I may have been feeling more secure and happy about ‘us’ at that moment, but I wasn’t confident enough to voice it out loud. Instead, I slid down the zipper of my jeans slowly, the sound of it loud in the silence around us. The second it was down to the bottom, his followed it, making me squirm.
This was happening. All the fantasies I’d had since the day I’d met him weren’t going to be just in my brain. It also helped that they’d been tame ones—well, aside from the one where we’d had sex on his desk, and he’d spanked my ass, but I blamed that one on eating cheese before I’d gone to bed that night.
Pushing my thumbs between the elastic of my panties on either side of my hips, I began wiggling it down, taking the denim of my jeans with it until I got to where he was straddling my thighs.
When he didn’t move and just remained staring at the skin I’d uncovered, I croaked, “Now you go, then I go again, until they’re all the way off.”
Something snapped inside him as he jumped off the bed and pulled until the fabric was swooshing over my shins and off my feet. Then, he yanked his jockey shorts and jeans down and fisted his length. That’s when his movements slowed, as his hand began stroking from the tip to the base and back again as he stared at me.
“Never in my life have I wanted anything as badly as I want you.”
I knew exactly how he felt, but his words still made me wiggle on top of his duvet, like I was trying to get rid of the ache by myself. The thing was, I knew from months of experience that I couldn’t. I’d even invested in new vibrators, but not one thing had helped me.
I needed him.
“This is like torture,” I breathed, still moving and the ache getting worse as my eyes stayed glued to what his hand was doing to his cock. “Please.”
Letting go of his penis, Marcus slowly climbed back onto the bed, then skimmed his hands from my feet up my legs and higher as his body moved over me until he had them on either side of my neck, holding my head in place.
“It’s like every dream that mattered, but especially the ones from the last nine months, are coming true. Sometimes, when I’m out working on the fences, I get a panicked feeling that I dreamed you being here. For the rest of the day, it feels like I’ve got ants crawling over me until I get home and see you.” He swept my bangs off my forehead tenderly, his thumb breezing over the skin it uncovered. “You always greet me with a smile, and it makes me work harder and faster so I can see it sooner.”
“It’s a smile of relief,” I admitted. “I have moments where I think I’m making shit up and you’re not really here, and then I have ones where I worry you’ve been thrown from a horse or you’ve had an accident. They’re irrational, but I can’t stop them coming. So, when I see you, either riding in from a distance or walking toward me, I can’t stop the smile when I see you’re real and okay.”
His eyes shut slowly, and then his head moved as he shook it.
“You’ve got no idea what you do to me, Adrienne.”
“I think I do,” I said quietly. “I have to figure, if I know how I feel inside about you and what you do to me, then going by all that you’ve just said, you feel the same things I do.”
Leaning down, he took my mouth in a kiss that was so intense my brain flat-lined. Zero thoughts were going on inside it because all I could focus on was his tongue licking into my mouth and the sensation of his chest hair skimming over my nipples.
Sliding my hands around his back and lifting my legs to wrap them around his waist, I used my new purchase on him to pull him closer until he was lying on top of me, with his weight resting on his forearms. The hard planes of his body fit perfectly with the soft ones of my own until he adjusted slightly and the hard length of his cock notched against my core.
Jerking his head away from me, Marcus surprised me by hissing, “Shit!”
I’d just opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong when he pushed his hands between my back and the mattress, and then he was moving me higher up the bed until my head was on the pillows. Once he had me situated where he wanted me, he swooped back down and kissed me again. In direct contrast to what he’d just done, this kiss was slow and deep, not hurried or frantic, and it soothed the last remaining nerves that I had.