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Marcus paused outside her door, listening to the shower kick into action.
Lana was naked, in his house, only a few steps away from his twitching hands. The last time they were intimate, she threw him out before he could finish what he’d started, to rid himself of the maddening drive to have her.
His cock strained against his trousers, begging him to burst in on her but he lingered at the door instead. Dropping his chin, he debated his next move.
She willingly came with him to Fermanagh.
She wanted this too.
Fuck it!
He barged into the steamy room, quickly locating her. There she was, massaging body wash over her sumptuous hips.
He dragged his tee over his head, revealing a black tattoo of Roman numerals across his left pectoral and toed off his trainers. Stepping out of his track pants, he kicked them out of the way.
With a singular mission on his mind, he charged towards the glass cubicle, watching as her eyes flared and her chest rose with rapid bursts.
Her lower lips dented under her teeth when the glass door slammed behind him, locking them in. In one step he was right in front of her sexy body, only to be met by her palm, warning him to keep a distance.
Reaching for the bergamot and lime-scented body wash, she squeezed out a glob and rubbed it between her hands. Slowly and seductively, the creamy lather mapped her curves, sliding over her full breasts, soft fleshy belly and drifting down to her ass.
The water trickled down her pale skin, frothy bubbles clung to areas that he desperately wanted to lick and bite. Lana was putting on a show and he was boiling over with a painful need to own her.
His breath shuddered from his lungs and his hands balled by his sides. She continued to tease and taunt him with her wandering hands, gliding one down to her soft dark curls.
A wolfish growl thundered in his throat as her fingers swirled. Her hooded eyes locked with his and those baby blues deepened with lust.
The pulse in his throat thrummed and he inched forward, readying himself to shove her against the tiled wall. An overwhelming desire shadowed his thoughts, consumed with the need to slap her sweet peachy cheeks and watch as they reddened, matching the colour of her sinful lips.
His dick throbbed, skimming his tight stomach, ready and aching. A few seconds more of her wicked torture and he would be close to an explosion, but he was adamant he’d be balls deep inside her first.
The intense excitement was intriguing, sure, he’d been turned on before, but right now he was about to lose himself. His spine tingled when Lana held her breath, focusing her gaze on his length.
Within the blink of an eye, he pinned her to the wall, water blasting down on his tight shoulders as he crushed into her breasts. She sucked in a sharp gust of air.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Lana,” he growled into the curve of her neck, cuffing her biceps with a tight grip.
“Please, Marcus, I want this too. I need to feel you inside me,” she pleaded.
Lowering his head, his lips brushed hers and his fingertips dug into her soft skin, trapping her.
“You want me now, beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“No backing out?”
“No backing out,” she panted.
“Beg me to fuck you, Lana.” His teeth grazed her jaw and he muttered into her damp skin. “Beg me.”
“Please, Marcus, fuck me.”
Lana was so beautiful, so sexy and fascinating. His cold heart thawed just being in the same room as her. She was something else. Something he’d never known before.
His nails traced the dip of her narrow waist, skating between her parted thighs.