“You wanted to know,” he said. “You wanted to understand how I felt.” He pulled away, his lips glistening with her wetness. “We’ve only scratched the surface.”
His eyes were wild and she let out a shriek as he pulled her forward, sliding her to the edge of the desk, papers and things flying everywhere. Mina reached out and grabbed for him, trying to get her balance, but he moved too fast and she found herself flipped and bent over the edge of the desk.
“What are you doing?” He’d never pushed her like this; never seemed so out of control.
“What am I doing?” She heard the clink of his belt buckle as he unfastened his pants, and she felt the head of his cock as it pressed between her pussy lips. Her muscles were still spasming from her orgasm and she could feel them pulling at him, sucking him deeper, and she moaned at the sensation. “I am making you forget.”
He thrust deeply, sheathing himself completely and Mina let out a keening cry. Marco filled her, stretching her fully, setting off shockwave after shockwave as he pumped through the echoes of her climax. He held himself there, touching places so deep inside her that she felt like they were one person, until she felt the undeniable fire begin to burn again.
“Do you know how many times I thought of this over the past three days?” Marco’s voice sounded like it came from far away, but it was just because all her attention was focused on where he was buried in her pussy. “Every minute that passed, every dead end I ran into…” he pulled his cock out and rocked his hips, dipping the head back in, teasing her with its width, “I thought about you leaving, about never waking up with you beside me, never hearing you say you love me.”
He slammed into her hard, forcing her against the desk, the unforgiving edge digging into the tops of her thighs. Her breasts were pressed tight against the cold surface, but she barely noticed. Marco reached around her hip, pulling her back and moving her feet wider apart so he could reach the little knob of her clit. He plucked at it and tugged on it, flicking his finger back and forth against it until she was rocking back against him, rolling her hips in a silent invitation as her muscles clamped down on him like a vise.
“I fell asleep on the flight to Miami.” He sounded breathless, and Mina sobbed with the sensations that were coursing through her. “I dreamed of you, dreamed of wrapping my arms around you, your body heavy with our child, my ring on your finger. I swore when I woke and I realized it was only a dream, that I would make that dream come true.” His movements were becoming erratic and she clung to the sides of the desk to get enough leverage that she could push back against him, chasing the glorious climax that was just out of her reach. Marco rolled her clit between his fingers and pinched it, making her scream as the world shattered around her, her muscles flexing and undulating around him. He couldn’t hold back then, and began to thrust into her, fucking her as hard as her pussy would allow, hammering into her until the heat of her body and the waves of her orgasm became too much for him to bear.
He came, his back bowing, his body shuddering. A hoarse cry tore from his throat and Mina felt the tips of his fingers dig into her hips as he gripped them, pulling her tight against him. He stood there, suspended in motion, and then collapsed, his body lying heavily across her, his heart pounding against her back, his breath ragged in her ears
He rested there against her back, kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck as their orgasms began to fade, until he slipped from her body. He lifted his weight off her and stood, gently helping Mina to stand on wobbly legs, a look of concern on his face.
“I hope I did not hurt you.” Marco’s eyes took in all the marks on her skin, his lips tight as he saw the bruises he’d left where he’d grabbed her roughly. Mina shook her head, her head still spinning. “I’m fine. Really.”
She looked around at the chaos in the office-everything that had been on the desk was on the floor, the chair had been upended, her clothes were thrown haphazardly across the room. Her clothes! She hadn’t even registered she was standing there naked!
She tried to push past Marco to get dressed, but he swept her up into his arms.
“You’re trembling.” He said, holding her tightly against him. His hands were gentle, but when she tried to get him to put her down, unrelenting. “Shhhhhh,” he said, dropping a kiss on her brow, “you’re exhausted.”
“I’m also naked,” she said, raising an eyebrow at him. Marco gave her a dazzling smile. “You say that like it is a bad thing.”
Mina couldn’t help smiling back at him. Held in the cradle of his arms, the agony of the past three days seemed like a half-forgotten nightmare. A yawn cracked her jaw and she blushed and buried her face in Marco’s chest.
“Maybe I am a little tired.” They were moving before the words were out of her mouth, her drooping eyes barely registering the doors as they passed, and the stairs that were climbed.
The downy comforter was soft and she snuggled into it, the scent of Marco on the pillow faint but noticeable. She was back in his bedroom-their bedroom-and she reached out for him, pulling him into her arms as she drifted off to sleep for the first time in days.
This time she wasn’t letting him go.
Chapter Six
If life were more romantic she’d have woken up to streaming light and chirping birds. As it was, she really had to pee.
Mina shifted in the bed, her body sore but her heart finally whole again, and soaked in the feeling of Marco’s arms, heavy and tight, wrapped around her. He was holding her possessively, with one arms around her waist and one hand tucked between her thighs, his need to claim her even obvious in his sleep, and she smiled. She could get used to that.
After she peed.
She wriggled out of his grip, trying not to disturb him too much, but she wasn’t surprised when she looked up and saw dark eyes watching her. She leaned in and dropped a kiss on his cheek and smiled again.
“Hello handsome.” Her bravery tanks were full to overflowing, and she nuzzled the soft area beneath Marco’s ear. “If I promise to come back will you let me up? Nature is calling.”
He released her slowly, sleep and want fighting against her request, but after deciding she really wasn’t a flight risk, he pulled his hands away and she was free.
“If you’re not back in five minutes I’m coming after you.” The words were teasing, but Mina knew the truth in them.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Another quick kiss and she was up, padding naked across the carpet to the connected bath.
It took only a minute to satisfy her body’s needs, but by that time she was wide awake. The catharsis she’d felt earlier had not only erased her doubts about how Marco felt, but had somehow repaired the damage of two days in emotional hell. She felt light, and happy.
And naked.
She walked back into the bedroom. All her things were still there, the clothes Marco had bought to dress her in, but she knew she’d never wear them again. She was a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, and Marco wanted her anyway. That was good enough.
She looked back over her shoulder and grabbed a robe off the closet hook.
“I’m going to run down to the office and get my clothes.”
An eyebrow lifted but he didn’t question her decision. “I hope I didn’t ruin them. I was in something of a hurry earlier.”
Bright spots flared on Mina’s face as she remembered his hurry and she thought a ripped shirt would be well worth the price.
“I should still get them.” She laughed a little ruefully. “I’d hate for someone to come in and see the wreck we left down there.”
“Fuck the wreck.” Marco’s voice was thick and sleepy and he shifted under the covers to get comfortable again. “Just come back quickly. The bed is cold without you.”