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Thirteen

Marcus’s kiss was an arrow straight to the heart. Dinner was apparently the best idea ever, judging by the way he was kissing her. She tilted her head to the opposite side, taking another approach. She pressed into him so hard, his head thunked against the upper kitchen cabinet.

“Oh my God, Marcus. Are you okay?”

His eyelids were heavy and sexy as if he’d just woken up. He whipped her around, pushing her butt up against the kitchen island. “Yes. I’m sure I had that coming at some point in our friendship.” His lips were on hers again, his tongue toying with hers while one hand went up the back of her top, unhooking her bra. His other hand was flattened against her back, pressing her into him, erasing any space between them.

She was exploring the landscape of his back beneath his impossibly soft and worn T-shirt. Every muscle was so defined, so articulated, just begging to be read by her fingers. She couldn’t wait to do the same to the front of him.

She leaned back and tugged his T-shirt up and away. “You’re so damn sexy in a pair of jeans. I’m struggling to comprehend it.”

“Remind me to wear them more often.”

She unhooked his button, needing him out of these clothes. Part of her was so eager finally to have him. The rest of her was just hoping to hell that he wasn’t going to make her stop. There’d be no coming back from that. She lowered his zipper.

“Or not,” he said, swallowing hard. “I don’t have to wear the jeans if you don’t want me to.”

He pulled off her top, adding it to the pile of clothes on the kitchen floor. Next went her bra. “Please tell me you have a condom readily available this time,” she said.

“Or what?”

“Or I might have to withhold cake. And I’m definitely withholding sex.”

He took her hand and pulled her down the hall. “Good thing I have a whole box. I’m hoping I get to have both cake and sex.”

She giggled as they walked into his bedroom. It was so different this time, knowing she was an invited guest—she wasn’t sneaking around. He wanted her there. He wanted her, period. She could see it in his eyes.

He gripped her rib cage, caressing the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs, all while practically peering into her soul, peeling away every layer she covered herself in. Making her naked, making her his. He took off her jeans, wiggled her panties past her hips, looking at her. Connecting with his eyes. Making it clear just how serious he was. For once, she was glad he was being serious. Really serious.

He threw back the covers and pulled her down onto the bed, but she had one more bit of business before they could go any further.

Kneeling between his legs, she shimmied his boxers down his hips. He was so ready and magnificent, it was hard to comprehend. Did the man have any shortcomings? She looked at him again. Definitely not. “I haven’t touched you yet, Marcus.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“I didn’t have the chance that night.”

“I don’t want to think about it. It’s too painful.”

She drew a finger up the center of his thigh, from his knee to the deep contour along his hip, causing him to buck off the bed. “Do you want me to touch you now?”

He propped himself up on his elbows. “Yes. Please.”

She lowered her head, huffing warm air against his length. “What about now?”

“You’re torturing me, Ash. Please just do it. I’m begging you.”

She didn’t want to make him beg at all. That wasn’t her aim. She just wanted it to be incredible, and she knew it would be so much better if he felt like he’d had to wait for it. The anticipation would make the reward that much sweeter. She gently reached out, taking him in hand and wrapping her fingers around him.

He growled like a bear—a big, happy bear. “That’s it.”

She caressed his length, up, rolling her palm over the tip, down to the base, tightening her grip as she went. She observed every reaction, making note of the things that made him want to watch, the things that made him close his eyes and roll his head to the side, the things that made his lips part in ecstasy. She loved having this small measure of control over him, pleasing him, knowing that at that moment, she could give him everything he wanted.

He sat up and rolled her to her back, resting his full body weight on her, his thigh rubbing between her legs. The pressure was immense. It made her light-headed. “I can’t wait any longer. I have to be inside you.” He pushed her hair from her face tenderly and kissed her—a soft, wet kiss.

“Make love to me,” she replied. Funny how things between them in the bedroom were so effortless. At least this time.

He sat up and opened the drawer of the chest next to his side of the bed, pulling out the foil pouch, ripping it open and putting it on. He crawled over to her as if he was hunting her. The anticipation made her knees knock to the side, opening herself to him. No more hiding. No more barriers.

He came inside, and she waited for the moment when everything would become blurry and the world would fall away. But being with Marcus was different—no hazy, dreamy state. No—this was strong, pulling her into the moment, demanding her presence.

“Look at me, Ash.” He thrust forcefully, deeply, but he was in no rush. Quite the opposite. “Tell me what you need.”

She shifted herself a tiny bit, and that left his pelvic bone to rub against her in the perfect spot. She pulled her knees higher, enjoying every sublime inch of him as he rode inside and out. She moaned softly. “That’s perfect. Stay right there.”

He sank down against her, adding to the pressure, kissing her deeply and passionately. Her hands traveled across his strong back, found his incredible ass, gave him a good grab to let him know he was everything she needed. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge. She felt her insides tightening, coiling, about to spring at any second. Her breaths became short and staccato. Marcus’s did, too.

“I’m so close,” she said, meeting him with her own force.

“Me, too. You feel amazing, Ash.”

She smiled and nestled her face in his neck, closed her eyes, her muscles contracting faster, stronger. He matched her intensity and she clutched his body, grabbing him with everything inside her, calling out. He followed soon after with a gruff rumble from the depths of his throat.

Still inside her, keeping her close, he rolled to his side and took her with him. He kissed her forehead dozens of times. She felt so adored. It wasn’t the after-the-fact cuddling she’d expected from Marcus. “That was fabulous,” he said. “I’m so sorry I made you wait, but I hope it was worth it.”

She sighed, drinking in his smell, his presence. She’d fantasized about this moment with Marcus, but to her great surprise, her own, very active imagination hadn’t come close. “It was worth it more than you know.”

* * *

Ashley woke before Marcus did. He was so gorgeous while he was sleeping, she could have stared at him for hours. But she really needed a glass of water, so she rolled out of bed quietly and crept into the kitchen. Her phone was sitting on the counter and she picked it up out of habit, but as soon as she saw the text from Grace, she really wished she hadn’t.

Maryann is out to get you, I swear. Can you get Marcus to go somewhere with you? So we can shut her up? Let me know so I can leak it. I hope you’re well. Missed you at work yesterday.

Following the text was a link to Maryann’s wretched website. The headline read, Manhattan Matchmaker and Brit Boyfriend a Sham.

Marcus’s steps came down the hall, and he approached her from behind at the center island, gripping her shoulders and kissing her neck. “Good morning.”

His kiss caused such a pleasant vibration, it almost made her forget the thing with Maryann. She loved hearing those two particular words delivered with his incredible accent. “Morning, definitely. Good is up for debate, but you kissing my neck makes it a lot better.”

He put a kettle of water on the stovetop. “I thought last night was magnificent, but if you want me to try harder, I just need some tea and breakfast. Maybe do some push-ups.” He winked and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Who knew he had a goofy side? She never would’ve seen it if things hadn’t happened the way they had. “Our friend Maryann has decided to strike. She wrote a story saying we’re fake. She says that you kicking down my door during the fire is proof. If you were my real boyfriend, you would’ve had a key. Or at least that’s what she claims should be obvious to anyone with half a brain.”

“That cow.” Deep crinkles marked his forehead as he rounded the island. He stood at her side, quickly slipping his warm hand beneath the hem of her tank top.

“Marcus, you can’t go around calling people that. It’s awful.”

“Sorry. It’s a Brit thing. It’s really not that bad back at home.” He scanned the article, shaking his head. “She’s trying to steal my heroic thunder. It’s not every man who can kick down a door, you know.”

“I still can’t believe you did that. Remind me on Monday to talk to my contractor about a stronger door.”

“Funny. Very, very funny.” The kettle whistled, rattling on the gas cooktop. Marcus turned off the heat and filled two mugs, dropping a tea bag into each. “And just because we’re a couple doesn’t mean we’ve exchanged keys. It doesn’t even mean that we’re shagging.”

“Nobody’s going to believe that. Any woman would have to be crazy not to try to get you into bed.”

“Is that so? Are you going to show me how sane you are by seducing me this morning?” he asked, hitting an earth-shatteringly low register with his voice.

“Right after we figure out what to do about this.”

“It’s very simple. I have the media night at the distillery tonight. Come with me. We already know how to put on a show for the cameras. I’m sure we’ll be even more convincing now. We’ve had practice.” His eyebrows bounced, prompting her to laugh.

“It’s not a bad idea, but considering recent events, I hadn’t exactly planned on going out tonight. I have nothing to wear. My fancy dresses all smell like smoke.”

“Nothing a little shopping can’t fix.” He placed a mug of tea on the counter in front of her. “It’ll be great. We’ll show everyone just how much of a couple we are.”

Ashley didn’t like slapping labels on things like relationships, but the question begged to be asked. “Is that how you see us? As a couple?”

His eyes locked on hers, ramping up her nervousness. His hand went to her hair, looping it behind her ear. “Do you subscribe to the idea that things happen for a reason?”

“A little bit, but it’s also my job to give fate a nudge. I’d be a hypocrite if I said I believe fate is entirely in control.”

“It just seems to me that the fire was exactly what you and I needed.”

She thought of everything her mother had said about good coming from bad. If the most recent fire hadn’t happened, she’d be across the hall, alone, living in the proverbial ticking time bomb. It was the best possible thing to happen to her, to them. “It gave us a chance to be together.”

“Under circumstances that made us both comfortable. If we were to make a go of things, we would need time together. Alone. Like a normal couple. The fire has given us that chance.”

Normal couple. Could they be that? He seemed to be hinting at that, but she still suspected Marcus would risk his own heart far before he’d risk Lila’s. She couldn’t blame him in the least. “I’d like to make a go of things.” Because I’m falling in love with you. She couldn’t bring herself to utter those words, even though they were precisely what sprang to mind. She couldn’t say it when things were so new. Not when she was certain he wasn’t anywhere close to returning the sentiment. The words tumbled around in her head, her heart beating so oddly she trembled. Perhaps it was because her heart knew exactly how much there was on the line with Marcus. She had, after all, vowed to protect her heart after James, and here she was, so eager to leave her heart without a safety net.

And even if their alone time went well, she still had her biggest obstacle to face. Was she ready to take on motherhood? Could she manage the one part of this that was absolutely nonnegotiable? Could the scattered woman with the insane job and crazy life be what Marcus needed? If she took it on, she couldn’t walk away. He’d suffered the pain of that once. She’d have to be one hundred percent sure she was the right woman, and how would she know that unless Marcus let her in completely? Until he let her spend time with Lila?

“Good. I’d like to make a go of things, too.” He smiled so wide it made her heart sing. Now was not the moment for dwelling on everything that could go wrong.

“It takes two sides to build a bridge.”

He wrapped her up in his arms and planted the softest, steamiest kiss on her. “I hope you don’t care if our tea gets cold. I’d like to spend some time working on our bridge before I have to go to work.”