WMIS 07 Breathe With Me (10 page)

Suddenly, a car honks behind us, alerting us of the green light.

“Too fucking far,” I say and sit back in my seat.

Mark keeps my hand gripped tightly in his as he maneuvers the Jeep through the neighborhood to his house and comes to a quick stop in the driveway.

“Home sweet home,” he murmurs, jumps out of the Jeep and jogs around to my door to help me out.

“I like your house.” It’s in an established neighborhood, on the bigger side, with a huge blooming cherry blossom tree in the front yard.

“Thanks,” he replies and leads me through the front door. “I’ll give you the tour later.” He throws his keys on a nearby table, and turns to me, pins me against the closed door at my back and devours my mouth, kissing me hungrily. He cups my cheek with one hand and with the other, lifts my right leg up around his waist and grips my ass in his palm.

“God, you feel good, M,” he murmurs against my lips. Suddenly he spins us around and pulls my top over my head just as I dive for the button on his jeans. We can’t get each other naked fast enough. We are a tangle of clothes and arms and laughter as we strip each other quickly and trip and stumble our way up a set of stairs and into his bedroom. He’s still in boxers when he tears my panties from my body. Fuck, his arms are flexing, the muscles jumping beneath his bronze skin and I’m about to come undone.

I reach for his boxers, but he suddenly stops cold, grips my wrist to stop me from touching him.

“Mark, hurry,” I begin, but he interrupts me.

“Don’t talk.”

“What?”

His eyes are roaming up and down my naked body like he’s a starved man at an all you can eat buffet.

“Just the sound of your voice is going to make me come right now, M. Fuck me, you’re so…” He shakes his head as if he just can’t find the right word.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” I pout and then grin at him but his eyes meet mine and they are on fire. His face is tight, his jaw clenched as he closes the gap between us, lifts me easily in his arms and lays me on the bed. He kisses up my body, from my belly, between my breasts, up my neck and finally covers me completely and kisses me softly.

“Trust me, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you blind, but I’m not going to fuck you right now, baby.” He strokes my hair and nudges my nose with his. “I’ve waited such a long time for this moment. I’m going to make long, slow love to you. I’m going to explore every inch of this amazing body. I have to relearn you, M.”

Tears prick my eyes at his sweet words. His fingers are infinitely gentle as they stroke down my cheek. My hands can’t stop roaming up and down his back, down his arms and then over his back again. His skin is warm and smooth and the muscles jump beneath my touch.

“I love touching you,” I whisper.

He grins and lowers his lips to my lips, then drags them down my jawline to my neck and begins a slow journey down my body. He doesn’t leave one inch untouched. He pauses at my breasts and pulls back to admire them, and I can’t help but giggle.

“So you’re a boob man.”

The naughty smile spreads over his lips and he leans in to circle his nose around one tight areola. “Your breasts filled out nicely.”

“Told you,” I murmur and push my fingers through his hair.

“Your body was always magnificent. You kept me in a perpetual state of horniness for a long time, but my God, Mer, seeing you as a woman, it’s just breathtaking.”

“You’re getting laid, M. You don’t have to shower me with pretty words.”

His eyes find mine and I know he’s not kidding. “I’ll give you all the pretty words I want to, and you should know that I mean every single one of them.”

His hands glide down my stomach, over my hips and between my thighs, but he doesn’t touch me where my body is begging him to. My hips come up off the bed, begging for his attention.

“Beautiful skin,” he continues and kisses the path his hands just took, down my belly to my hip. “What is this?”

“A tattoo.” I grin down at him and laugh when his jaw drops. “You don’t like it?”

His fingers dance over the ink. “It’s tiny.”

I glance down where he’s looking and nod. It’s a simple eighth note, and in the middle of the circle part of the note is an
M.

“I kept two things with me while I was dancing,” I begin and bite my lip. “Music…” I take a deep breath. Jesus, I’m laying myself bare here.

“And.”

“You.”

His eyes connect with mine. “You’re unbelievable.”

He brushes his thumb over the ink as he watches me quietly for a long moment, then places several kisses over my hip, nuzzles my small tattoo, and then travels farther down my thigh.

“You’re killing me,” I tell him and wiggle my hips.

“Settle in, baby, because you’re in for a long ride.”

“Jesus Christ, what did you just do with your finger?” I boost myself up on my elbows and stare down at him as he kisses my knee.

“Who says that was my finger?”

I laugh and fall to my back and then moan when he reaches my foot and begins to rub it in strong circles.

“Oh God.”

“Your feet have taken a beating.”

“Don’t look directly at them. You’ll run screaming.”

He chuckles and kisses the top of my foot then moves to the other one and repeats the process.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

He moves up my leg to make me writhe and moan as he pays extra attention behind my knee and just when I think he’s going to dive into the sweet spot, he avoids it completely, kisses up my hip, belly and teases the other breast.

“Mark?”

“Yes, love.”

“Take your shorts off and let me have a turn.”

“You got very bossy,” he murmurs and kisses my jaw. “I’m clearly not doing my job right if you’re still able to string words together.”

“You’re doing fine.”

“I’m going to do a lot better than
fine
, sweetheart.”

His hand drifts down my belly and his fingers finally slide between my folds and into my wet core.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers against my lips. “You’re so fucking wet, M.”

“Need you,” I reply and gasp when his fingers move slowly in and out then up to circle my clit.

“Is this what you need?”

I shake my head and lift my hips, pushing against his hand. Dear God, he’s good with his hands.

“What do you need?”

“You!”

“I’m right here,” he replies. I can feel the bed shift as he shuffles out of his shorts then kneels between my thighs. “I’m going to eat this pussy before the night is out.”

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“No?”

“Yes!”

He chuckles and I hear the rip of a condom wrapper.

“Look at me, M.”

I open my eyes and look directly into his dark blue gaze. He takes one of my hands in his, links our fingers and holds our hands over my head while guiding himself to my entrance. His eyes never leave mine as he begins to push inside me. His fingers tighten on mine. I cup his face with my free hand, and I’ve never loved him more than I do in this moment.

I love you.

He pushes in all the way and stops, every muscle tight with the effort of holding still, panting, watching me.

“So tight.” He kisses me softly and nibbles his way to the corner of my mouth. I hitch my thighs up higher around his hips and he growls. “You’re going to make me lose it.”

I grin and rotate my hips, watching with fascination as he bites his lip. I love watching him struggle to keep his composure.

“Mark,” I whisper and pull my fingertips down his face. “You feel so good.”

He begins to move now, slowly at first and then faster, as though an outside force is pushing him on. He grabs my other hand in his and pins it above my head as our bodies take over, moving in perfect tandem.

Fuck, he’s so
big.
I can’t help but grip him hard as he thrusts in and out until finally he swears a blue streak as I come apart beneath him, crying out as the orgasm consumes me.

“That’s it, baby,” he says and watches with hungry eyes as I shiver beneath him. “Fuck yes.” He groans and comes hard, rocking his hips against mine as he empties himself inside me. He’s panting as he releases my hands and rests his forehead against mine. I can’t move my arms, so I leave them resting on the bed where he left them.

“Do you know what I whispered to Jax yesterday?” he asks suddenly.

“Uh, I wasn’t really thinking about Jax while you’re still inside me,” I reply and chuckle making him flinch as my pussy squeezes him with the movement.

“Smart ass,” he whispers and kisses me softly then brushes loose tendrils of hair off my cheeks. “I told him that I love you more than I can say.”

I still and feel my eyes widen as I stare up at him. “You did?”

He nods and continues to watch me soberly. He looks like he’s going to say something more, but before he can, I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck and murmur, “I love you so much.”

He rolls us so he’s beneath me and I push up onto my elbows so I can see his face while I continue. “But I never stopped, M. I gave you my heart all those years ago, and I never took it back.”

“I’m not giving it back,” he replies.

“Good.”

“But I believe I made you a promise.” His face is completely serious as he stares up at me and I frown.

“What?”

“I promised,” he says and kisses my palm. “To fuck you.”

My lips twitch as I try to stay serious and nod gravely. “You did.”

“I’m a man of my word, you know.”

“Yes, you do have that reputation.”

He sits up and pulls me from the bed then tosses me over his shoulder and carries me into his master bathroom. It still smells of sawdust, and the new gleam of fresh countertops and tile makes me smile. “This is beautiful.”

“I finished it this morning.”

“Did you stay up all night doing this?”

He nods as he sets me on the countertop and discards the condom.

“You wanted to go to the movies yesterday,” he says.

“You were supposed to do this instead?”

“No, I was supposed to go to the movies with the woman I’m in love with.” He starts the shower and then returns to me.

“I’m still on the pill, M. We don’t need the condoms.”

He cringes and shakes his head, glances down and then meets my gaze. “I haven’t been a saint, Meredith. I’ve always,
always
used condoms, but I won’t take any chances with you. We’ll use them until I see a doctor this week.”

The thought of him with other women makes me want to claw someone’s eyes out, but I take a deep breath and remind myself of what I told him the other night on the pier. It’s been ten years.

I haven’t been a saint either.

“Okay,” I reply. “Starla required us to get check ups every year, and I haven’t had any partners since the last one. I’m good.”

“You’re amazing and I don’t deserve you.”

“This is probably true.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight. His bare chest feels fantastic against my cheek and we stay like this for a long minute while we wait for the shower to heat up. When steam begins to fill the room, Mark helps me down and leads me into the gorgeous blue-tiled shower big enough to have a floor show in.

“Did you plan to host parties in here?”

“Just the two-person kind with you,” he replies and begins soaping me up with my brand of shower gel and a fresh shower puff.

“You bought my shower gel? Pretty sure of yourself.”

“Hopeful,” he says and draws circles over my belly and down over my bare pubis. I grab a washcloth and return the favor, loving the feel of his naked body beneath my hands.

“Your body is incredible,” I murmur.

“Glad you approve.”

“I might never stop touching you.”

“That’s the plan.”

I grin up at him as he rinses us both off and suddenly his eyes turn hot again and he backs me up against the cool tile and kneels before me, lifts my left leg and throws it over his shoulder, opening me up to him.

“I’m going to slip and fall.” I gasp.

“I’ve got you,” he replies and watches my face as he slips his fingers through my lips. “God, Mer, you’re so fucking wet.”

“You turn me on.” I grip his hair in my hands and hold on as he growls and leans in to tease my clit with his tongue and lips. He sinks two fingers inside me and wraps those lips around my clit and that’s all it takes, I come apart, crying out his name while leaning against the wall of the shower.

He stands, flips the shower off and doesn’t even bother drying us off as he tugs me behind him back to the bed.

“Um, Mark? I’m wet here.”

“Fuck yes, you are,” he says and tosses me—
tosses me!—
onto the bed then spreads my legs wide and dives back in. “You taste so fucking good.” He’s lapping at my labia, licking every drop from me, then pushes his fingers back in and jerks them quickly, tipping me over another ledge into a mind-numbing orgasm.