I shook my head. “I was serious when I said that I wasn’t sleeping in bed with you.” It was the one thing I had been certain I wouldn’t do, and I’d been dumb to think that he would respect that.
Marco rolled his eyes dramatically. “We’ve already been sleeping together,” he reminded me. “And you didn’t die.”
I folder my arms together. “You undressed me.”
“Is that wwhat this is about?” He slipped out of the bed without warning, and my jaw dropped in shock. He was completely naked. And of course, his body was amazing. “Now, we are even.”
I released a little squeak and turned away from him quickly. “What are you doing?” I asked. “You’re naked.”
I could hear him laughing behind me. “I’m aware. I thought seeing my junk would make you feel more comfortable.”
He was clearly trying to make light of this situation, but I was annoyed. “I cannot believe that you got in bed with me naked.” I looked around the room searching for something to wear. But I had put the very few clothes that I owned in the dresser, and my dress was across the room.
I heard more rustling, but I was too scared to look. Marco was the most attractive man I’d even been close to, but that didn’t mean that I was looking to be near him naked. That’s what I told myself.
“You can turn around now, little dancer,” he said. “I’m dressed.”
I breathed out a sigh of relief and turned. Marco was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that did very little to hide his physique. My eyes strayed towards his groin. I gulped audibly as I saw his hard cock. It was encased in his sweatpants, but the outline of it looked huge.
“You like?” Marco asked. He walked towards me suggestively. On another man, it might have looked silly, but there was something innately sexual about Marco. He oozed danger, and that made him sexy. That was all. Every woman, no matter her sense, liked a bad boy.
I shook my head. I could look, but I had no intention of touching or allowing him to touch me. “Looks painful.” I cringed at the way my voice came out. That wasn’t meant as an invite, but now, I realized that it probably sounded like one.
A slow smile unfurled on Marco’s lips, and as he walked closer, I felt myself tensing. Never before had I felt more like prey than I did in that moment. “I could use your help with it.” His hand strayed towards his cock as he shifted it slightly.
My mouth dried completely. My tongue swiped across my lips. Marco’s eyes narrowed in, and his pupils darkened even more. “Ivy.” His voice was a groan as he reached for the sheet.
I wanted to tell him no. That I wasn’t interested in warming his bed. But, I couldn’t. When Marco reached out for the sheet, I let him. He pulled the fabric away from my body. The silk felt like a whisper against my skin.
“You’re beautiful.” I felt my cheeks redden, and I was glad that the room was too dark for him to see them. It felt silly to be shy considering the fact that I’d danced naked for men.
Marco reached out and wrapped his large hand around the back of my neck bringing me towards him so quickly that I stumbled. My breasts slammed into his chest, my nipples meeting his firm, warm flesh.
He leaned down, and I knew that he was going to kiss me. I placed my hands on his chest, stopping him before our lips could connect. “This is a terrible idea.” This were complicated enough without adding sex to the equation. Plus, Marco and I didn’t know shit about one another, and while that didn’t matter to most people, it mattered to me.
His hand caressed my hair. “Stop thinking. We’re both adults here.”
Marco leaned down, but this time, his lips went to my ear. His breath tickled me as he spoke, and the feeling of it made me clench my thighs together. “Let me make you feel good.”
Marco’s tongue traced the shell of my ear, and I released a small groan. It had been years since I’d had sex. Well before Mikey’s diagnosis. These days I was too tired to even use the vibrator in my nightstand, so the feeling of Marco’s tongue tracing shapes in my skin was enough to set my nerve endings on fire.
His free hand slithered from my wait to my breast, and I felt his fingers graze my nipple. I jumped from the contact. My body was so on edge that the feeling of his fingers on my body made me gasp.
I felt his smirk against my skin, and a part of me wanted to pull away just to show him that I wasn’t easy, but I was too invested in the pleasure he was giving me, and I wasn’t a masochist. I wanted this, and I could keep my desire for an orgasm, separate from any desire for Marco.
Once I’d decided that, I allowed myself to be in the moment. My hands moved from my sides and tangled themselves in Marco’s hair. I pulled his hair slightly. He moved away from my neck, so that his lips were only inches away from mine.
“Kiss me,” I ordered. I didn’t have a lot of experience when it came to sex, but I wasn’t willing to completely give up my power. Marco wasn’t going to bend me over the bed and fuck me. I’d be fucking him just as hard.
“Are you sure?” he asked. He tweaked my nipple slightly, and I moaned low in my throat. I already getting so wet and we hadn’t even gotten started yet. I reached out and smashed my mouth against Marco’s, no longer content to allow him to be in control.
Our mouths smashed together violently as we each vied for control. My tongue wrestled against Marco’s, and as I started to run out of air, my teeth caught the edge of his lips, pulling it gently as I detached my mouth from his. “Are you going to talk? “ I asked. I hardly recognized my voice. “Or are you going to fuck me?”
The look on Marco’s face would have been comical if not for the fact that I was turned on that I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my clit. If Marco didn’t touch me soon, I knew that I was going to explode.
“Your wish…” Marco said. I noticed that he didn’t finish the end of that saying. I knew it was on purpose. While Marco might be willing to give into my sexual desires, he wasn’t mine to command.
Marco’s hands slid down to my ass and cupped the cheeks before he hoisted me into his arms. My legs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist, and my lips went back to his. This time I wasn’t trying to prove a point, and as he walked me back towards the bed, I allowed myself to slowly explore the inside of his mouth. Our tongues were no longer battling for dominance, instead, they were engaged in a sensual dance that sent shockwaves of pleasure directly to my core.