He couldn’t care less if that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend was angry. Not his problem.
Marcus leant forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Perhaps we can come to an agreement then?”
Her eyes flared. “Depends on the terms,” she replied before holding her breath.
He couldn’t help but stare at the lace creeping up her silky thigh. “I don’t think you are in a position to negotiate, Lana. I could chuck the both of you out now.”
Who was he kidding? He wouldn’t chuck her anywhere other than on the floor, before he fucked her. His fingers traced the outline of her cheek, catching in her tousled hair.
The odd sensation that coursed through his body was like an electrical current, rocketing right down to his dick from his dirty mind. Her head lowered like she felt it too.
“I’ll forget your abuse of the rules, Lana, just this once.” Her pale skin was so soft, even more luxurious than the most expensive fabric hanging in his closet.
Lana released a long breath through pursed lips. As she fiddled with the small bag wedged in her armpit, her elbow brushed his hand.
Adrenaline burst over his skin in tingles. A growl rumbled in his throat compelling her to stand upright, putting much needed distance between them.
“Not so fast.” He stood, his lips pressed together tightly. Lana looked up under her lashes, her sweet face inches from his.
A dark ring of navy blue circled her ocean coloured eyes and, in that split second, he swore he would sink beneath the surface.
Reaching forward, he cupped her cheeks and forced his mouth down onto her glossy pink lips. Marcus stepped into her trembling body.
She instantly tensed, her palms shot up as if she wanted to rip his strong hands away, yet, oddly, she didn’t attempt to move them. Her jaw slackened and she welcomed his tongue with hers.
A sweet combination of alcohol and strawberries tasted like pure fucking heaven. With leisurely licks, he searched and teased, stroking the inner rim of her lips.
His left hand seized the hair at her nape, tugging her head back while his teeth grazed a path to her ear before finding their way back to her inviting mouth. She hummed with delight, sending an intense vibration into his chest.
It was heaven and hell, innocent and sinful. He ended the hungry kiss with a suck of her tongue before pulling back. Lana’s fingertips brushed across her swollen lips and her legs snapped together like her insides were on fire.
“Are you wet, Lana?” His lips halted momentarily, a mere breathe away from the shell of her ear.
“No! Of course not. It was just a kiss. Which shouldn’t have happened.” Those silky soft cheeks of hers flushed and her eyes glared with fire.
The corner of his mouth hitched up in a knowing smile. “I bet you are.”
She tried to shift, but he yanked her hips into his groin.
“I’m not, you, asshole.” She sucked in a deep breath to manage the obvious lie.
“If you’re wet, then I won’t terminate your contract,” he taunted, a raw lust lacing his words.
He loved the buzz of adrenaline rocketing through his body as he watched her squirm, knowing rightly she was ready for him.
A soft restrained moan gusted from her lips as the pad of his thumb tilted her chin up.
His dick hardened with such force that he swore he would pass out from all the blood rushing to the same place, at the same time. Without warning, he grabbed the hem of her dress and wrenched it upwards to her ass.
Slipping his hand between her quaking thighs, his fingers gently grazed the fabric of her panties, yanking the lace to the side. Her back straightened and she drew in a sharp breath. Swiping his fingers across her slick heat, he inhaled the clean, fresh fragrance of her skin.
“Hmm, you are wet, Lana, really fucking wet,” he growled. “And you know what that means?”