His Forever Family(17)

But Marcus grinned down at her. "Relax, babe. I own this entire floor."  He gave her another quick kiss and then pushed away, leading her out  into a small room with a door. "I didn't like that the elevator opened  up directly into my place," he explained as he unlocked the door. "Too  much of a chance that my parents could bribe their way into the  building."

He threw the bolt and exhaled in what looked like relief before he pulled her back into his arms.

"We're safe here," he told her.

Then he was kissing her again and for the first time, she let herself  get fully lost in his touch. It wasn't the same  fall-off-the-edge-of-the-earth sensation that she'd had in his car last  night.

"Let me give you the tour," Marcus said, backing her up. She kicked off  her dollar-store flip-flops and let him guide her. "This is the  entryway." As he spoke, he grabbed at the hem of her shirt and started  to pull.

"It's lovely," she replied, not looking at the entryway one bit.  Instead, she was studying him. This-this was how they really were.  Teasing and talking, just as they did on their morning runs. Except now,  they were touching.

"Oh, Liberty," he said in awe as he dropped her shirt on the floor. His  hands touched the sides of her waist for a brief second before he  started stroking upward, over her ribs. Then he was cupping her breasts,  his thumbs brushing over her plain white bra. "Look at you, babe."

Liberty shivered-actually shivered-at his touch. She wasn't clueless,  just inexperienced. She'd seen men touch women and women touch men, but  she hadn't quite grasped how overwhelming those touches could be.

"Good?" Marcus asked, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her left breast, right above the bra cup.

"Keep moving," she ordered. She didn't want her first time to be in a hallway.

An image assembled itself for her, of Marcus backing her against the  wall right there, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist  while he thrust into her.                       
       
           



       

Okay, right. Not her first time. But maybe her second time. And her third time.

"Hmm," Marcus hummed, his tone light. But he kept pushing her backward,  one hand snaking down to her lower back and slipping beneath the  waistband of her skirt to brush at the skin hidden there. "And here we  have the sitting room. Sometimes, I sit there."

She burst out laughing. "We should maybe try it sometimes. The sitting."

"Want to try other things first," he murmured as her bra strap gave  under his expert fingers. The straps slid down her arms and he tossed  the bra aside. "These, for example."

He leaned down and took her right nipple in his mouth. Then he sucked.

The sensation was almost too much for her. Looking down and seeing Marcus Warren doing that to her?

But, no, she reminded herself. He was just Marcus.

She threaded her fingers through his golden hair and held him to her.  Her head fell back and a low moan pulled itself from her throat. "Oh.  The sitting room," she managed to say. "Got it."

"I love this room," he agreed, switching to the other breast.

"It's a great room. Great views." But her eyes had fluttered shut so  she could focus on the feeling of Marcus's tongue sliding over her bare  skin, of his fingers gripping into her flesh.

A flash of panic popped up out of nowhere as Marcus turned her to the  left and continued to back her up. Was this really happening? Or was  this a dream? The most realistic, most erotic dream she'd ever had?  Maybe she'd fallen asleep at work. She hadn't slept well last night, not  after bolting out of Marcus's car. She could be hallucinating this  entire thing.

"Dining room," he murmured.

Liberty was only vaguely aware that they were moving through a room  that contained tables and chairs. Instead, she was more focused on how  Marcus's hands snaked down her hips and how he was pulling her skirt up.  "Wait," she said and the moment the word left her mouth, he froze.

"Wait?" In that moment when he stopped, she fell a whole lot more in  love with him. It wasn't an act. He wasn't telling her how special, how  important she was just to get her in bed. He really did want her and he  really did want to do right by her.

"Don't pull it up," she told him. She didn't want a boring khaki skirt  bunched up around her middle. Nothing sexy about that. In her fantasies,  he stripped her bare. "Just take it off."

"Woman," he growled, relief flooding his face. Whereas he'd been slow  and gentle with her shirt and her bra, he jerked at the button at the  top of her skirt with an almost savage force.

He didn't even get the zipper the whole way down before he was pushing  at the skirt, sliding it over her hips. The fabric hit the ground with a  dull whump and Liberty took a mental second to thank the laundry gods  that she'd put on a cute pair of undies today, white with little pink  flowers printed on them and an edge of lace all the way around.

"Office," he said, jerking his head at a doorway.

"Mmm," she hummed, pulling him up and working at the buttons on his  shirt. Which was not easy, as she was walking backward and he was  sliding his fingertips under the leg bands of her panties and kissing  her neck. She managed to get the top two undone before she gave up and  jerked the shirt over his head.

"Look at you," she whispered, running her hands over Marcus's bare  chest. "Do you have any idea how long I've dreamed about this?" She  rubbed her thumbs over his flat nipples.

He shuddered into her touch. "I didn't want to be that boss," he said,  pivoting her to the left this time. "I didn't want to hurt you."

This was going to hurt, in the end. Not the sex so much-although it  might-but falling into bed with Marcus would, in the long run, be bad  for both of them.

But not falling into bed with him right now? That wasn't even an  option. "Then don't hurt me," she told him, trying to unbutton his  shorts.

"Bedroom," he grunted, picking her up. "Bed." The next thing she knew,  Marcus was laying her out on a massive bed with crisp white sheets.

Liberty fell back, surrendering herself to the plush softness of his  bed and the hard muscles of his body. She touched him everywhere, but it  wasn't enough-he still had his shorts on. "I like your bedroom. Nice  place."

"Better with you in it." Liberty got the button on his shorts undone  but when she went for his zipper, her hands brushing his massive bulge,  he sucked in a breath and grabbed her hands. "Slow down, babe. Let me  just..."                       
       
           



       

He pinned her hands to the bed and kneed between her legs. "Let me  learn you," he murmured, leaning down and sucking on her nipple.

"Oh, Marcus," she moaned as he kissed and sucked at her. In all the  times she'd thought about this, she'd never taken into consideration the  wet warmth of his mouth. All that light and heat that flowed around her  focused on where his mouth touched her, and her nipple went hard under  his attention.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes," she hissed as his mouth closed over her other nipple, pulling and tugging until she was writhing on the mattress. "Yes."

"You taste so good," he said as his mouth moved lower. He let go of her  hands and slid his palms down her sides, hooking into the waistband of  her panties. "I want to taste all of you."

He pulled and her panties came off. She was nude before him. She'd have  thought that she might feel nervous or self-conscious about this-being  naked, having Marcus look at her with that lust in his eyes. But she  wasn't.

A strange pressure was building up inside her, like lightning getting  ready to strike. She shimmied against the bed when Marcus put his hand  over her heart and let his fingertips drift over her midsection. "I'm  going to touch you here," he said as his hand moved lower.

"You better," she replied, impressed at how confident she managed to  make that sound. He was in no hurry, though, and the anticipation was  killing her. She fisted her hands in the sheets.

"Impatient? That's not like you, Ms. Reese," he said with a confident grin.

"I just want to do-" She gasped as his fingers stroked over her sex. "I  just want to do a good job, Mr. Warren," she managed to say through  clenched teeth as he started to rub her.

"Oh, I have no doubts that you'll do an excellent job, Ms. Reese. You  always take care of everything I need, don't you?" His other hand came  up between her legs and touched her opening, but he didn't stop rubbing.