In My Dreams (First Tracks Book 2) (14 page)

I couldn’t stop myself from panting.

Marcus’s teeth closed around my earlobe and I heard a low
hum. Whatever he was doing vibrated through me. His fingers moved on my body,
on the sensitive place, making me want more. I reached up and gripped his hair,
trying not to scream, as he slipped his fingers into me. I couldn’t contain
myself. I couldn’t be quiet. And I couldn’t keep my hand away. I held onto him
still while reaching down, covering his hand, pushing his fingers deeper into
me.

He slid up, pulling me into a sitting position, without
removing his hand, touching me until everything inside of me broke. The white
light behind my eyelids burst into color as my body rocked.

Then it felt like all the blood drained from my head,
leaving me dizzy. Happy. Floating. My body vibrating. My legs felt funny, like
I wouldn’t be able to walk if I tried.

I wanted to say his name but felt myself twirling through
space, thoughts floating away.

“Ave? Babe? You okay?”

His voice sounded musical to me. I wanted to bottle it and
take it with me always.

“Hmm?”

“That good, huh?”

“Oh! Oh.” I tried to lift my head. Slowly, I slid and turned
around to sit on his lap facing him. “Marcus, that was amazing…”

The moonlight bounced off his perfect white teeth. I’d
noticed his three day growth earlier that was turning into more of a beard, but
his face looked different in the moonlight. Older in a good way, like refined
and classy. His eyes were darker too, maybe all of his features more stark. I
traced his eyebrows; they were strong and defining in his handsome, chiseled
face.

“That was like your bath. Remember that, at the beach
house?”

“How could I forget?” I almost giggled, embarrassed, and
realized he had just recreated that moment, but with him in it physically.

Marcus took me by the hips so I’d stand up. I thought he
wanted to get out of the hot tub, but instead he guided me to the edge so I was
bent over it, his hands sliding down my back, over my ass and between my legs. He
ran a finger across me and inside, and got me worked up again, panting, griping
the tub’s edge.

Just as I whispered, “I want you,” I felt his maleness touch
me.

Oh, my, god, it was the most amazing feeling of my life as
he finally slid inside in a slow, long push.

“Yes, oh, fuck, yes!” I pushed back against him, wanting
more.

“My god, Avery.”

I could tell he wanted to take his time but I couldn’t
handle it. I’d been aching for him for so long, and I just wanted him to use
me. Words escaped me but I reached back to his hip to pull him against me
harder and faster. His hands roamed by back before grabbing my hips.

It was mad and fast and crazy and everything I needed and
wanted. I came three times in a row before he suddenly lost control in one,
final push that sent me over the edge again.

I saw stars, literally saw little white lights blinking all
around me.

Marcus fell forward, pressing his face to my back before
kissing his way around my shoulder blades. I shivered from his touch.

“Cold?”

“No… happy,” I breathed my answer. “I like your touch and
kisses.”

He kept kissing my back, making me wiggle. My legs were in
the water still, and I realized we were probably getting too hot. He sensed
that too and turned me around so we could wrap our arms around each other.

A minute later he pulled me even closer so I wrapped myself
around his body, and suddenly he pushed up to his feet.

“Marcus!” I panicked, thinking he couldn’t hold me after his
injuries.

“Babe, I’ve got you.” He carefully stepped out of the hot
tub and carried me toward the glass door.

He did have me.

He didn’t shake or even act like it was hard to carry me. We
went inside and he took me to the bedroom, holding me close and planting a very
soft, sweet, tender kiss on my forehead as he walked.

He laid me down on my back and, as he pulled back, ran his
hands down my naked body. I arched up into his touch, my body going all hot for
him again.

“Now I get to take my time,” he said in a voice that didn’t
leave room for arguing, while he sat back to take me in. His long, intimate
look made me tingle with anticipation. When he finally moved, he leaned down to
caress my feet, and then slowly moved his hands up my calves, molding to the
curve of them. His mouth followed, lightly kissing up one and down the other.
He skimmed his lips over my skin, breathing hot breath on me, and ever so
lightly touching with his tongue.

“Mmm, come up here.”

“Not yet. Don’t move, okay?” His voice was sweet and firm,
teasing. I couldn’t hold still while his hands and mouth played up and down my
legs, though. “Ave, don’t move!”

I tried to hold still as he kissed and caressed higher and
higher, and then his mouth kissed up one thigh and hovered between my legs.

“You know… I seem to recall telling you… I’d show you what a
real kiss felt like.”

I thought back—he did tease me quite a bit when I could only
hear him.

“Maintenant je vais vous montrer…” He spoke low, his voice
tickling over my most intimate part. I didn’t understand anything he said as he
continued to tease me.

“Whaaat?” I could hardly talk. Had I really forgotten he
spoke French? Excitement rippled up me, and not just because his breath was
tantalizing me there, but because I knew we had so many things to still talk about
and share.

“And you meant—Oh! Oh, my god!”

I was not holding still now. I couldn’t keep my back on the
bed. I could not get enough of this man. And just as I thought that, he slid
his finger inside while teasing with his tongue. I grabbed hold of a pillow,
twisting it in my hand and then biting it to muffle my moans.

I wrapped a leg around Marcus’s head and screamed into the
pillow. How did he do that to me again so soon? Surprising me more, he nibbled
his way up the dip by my hip and over my stomach.

“You’re…not…holding….still.”

I wasn’t! I was squirming and pushing my body up into his
touch. Still, he did what he said and took his time, kissing every inch of my skin,
running his hands over every curve and dip, and exploring his way up until he
was looking down at my face. His hands wove into my hair and gripped two
handfuls, tilting my head back so he could kiss me, tongue to tongue, our
mouths moving together as he slid into me.

“You drive me crazy,” he said, one hand smoothing my hair
back so he could kiss on my neck.

“
I
drive you
crazy
?” I had to laugh.

“Ohh, do that again!”

That made me laugh more, and I guess tighten around him. By
the sounds he made, he liked it. A lot. I bit my lip—I had a way to tease him
back now.

But even with my touching him all over and teasing, he
didn’t hurry. We’d waited so long for this so I didn’t really mind. And we had
several more positions to try…

Somehow each orgasm just built into the next until my entire
body felt warm, lazy and satisfied. Then Marcus rolled onto his side, pulling
me with him so we were lying facing each other. The new angle felt amazing. My
mouth fell open and I started to close my eyes, ready to climax again, but he
touched me.

“Look at me.”

Once I saw the love and heat mixed in his eyes, I couldn’t
look away. It was the hottest thing ever. I bit my lip, getting close, and that
did him in. He took me by the shoulders, my name on his lips as he came hard. It
left me dizzy and happy, and half asleep for a while. He spoke to me softly,
sweet words, sometimes in French.

“Je t’aime, Tiger Lily.”

Then I felt his fingers softly tracing up my arm and over my
collarbone. He slowly mapped his way around, his touch so sensual and nice
after our lovemaking. I finally opened my eyes to smile at him. 

“Nothing can break our bond,” he said quietly, his gaze
reaching into mine.

“I know that now,” I agreed, running my hands up his arms,
feeling his muscles that were starting to build again.

He whispered ever so softly, “Babe, I love you.”

“I love you too. So much.”

“I love you, Avery, more than anything. No matter what,
forever. You and I will always be a part of each other.” He intertwined his
fingers with mine.

Maybe fate did bring us together, but we made the magic.
Like Marcus said, we’re a part of each other forever.

The
End

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