He grazes his lips against mine, as if teasing me.
“Don’t you want me?” He knows I always want him. The animal magnetism between us is so strong; I’ve never been able to fight it.
My hand grabs his crotch and sure enough he’s ready for me.
“Make love to me on the beach,” I murmur.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“I never took you for an exhibitionist.”
“It’s perfect here, it’s secluded and dark over there in the alcove where the beach ends. Come on,” I say, tugging at his hand. I start laughing at Marcus’s shocked expression. What is it about Marcus that has me losing all of my inhibitions with him? He brings out the sexy minx in me, although he too can be such an animal in the bedroom.
“Do you really want to get sand all over your body? I thought you were a bed sex kind of girl. I love making love to you in our suite, with the lanai doors wide open, it’s almost like we are outside with the breeze blowing on our heated skin,” Marcus says, trying to talk me out of being an exhibitionist.
As we near the alcove, someone else has already beaten us there.
“It looks like Kyle and Lauren beats us here,” I giggle.
“Come on, let’s leave before they see us. I want to take you to our suite and ravish you sweetheart,” Marcus says.
*****
The lanai doors are wide open and the warm summer trade winds are blowing into our room. I’m riding Marcus hard and my nipples are pert from the cool breeze caressing them. Marcus is gazing up at me as he cups each one in his rough hand. I sit upright; I want him in as deep as he will go. I grind my swollen bud onto him, enjoying the sweet bliss I’m feeling between my legs and it vibrates through my entire being.
“Ah, yes, ah, yes,” I moan, rocking back and forth along his manhood. Then I do my bounce move, which really turns my man on every time. He groans loudly. I love knowing I’m the one that incites that low groan from Marcus Hunter.
He grips a cheek in each palm, and pulls me hard onto him.
“God, Sophie you feel amazing wrapped around my shaft and rocking us into ecstasy.”
“Yeah, you like it big boy?” I ask seductively, letting my long hair tickle his chiseled abs.
“You know I do,” he says, abruptly turning me over so he can piston into me hard. He loves to bang me hard, show me whose boss. He has his Alpha Male moments in the bedroom and who am I to object? I love it any way he will give it to me. Sometimes he will give me a playful slap and tickle. Bring it on baby.
“Hey, you weren’t supposed to sleep in my bed with me tonight,” I say.
“Who said anything about sleep?” Marcus growls. We are so close to losing it.
After our lovemaking, which was amazing by the way. I can’t help but speak my mind, you know me. “Marcus, if you have any doubt in your mind, if you still have any feelings for this girl Krista, speak now. I would be cool with it. I would only want you walking to the altar with me if you’re 100 percent sure, I’m a big girl, I can take it. I see the way she looks at you. There was obviously something between you two at one time.”
Marcus doesn’t say a word for the longest time. As if he’s thinking about it and I wait with baited breathe. Will he do to me what I did to John? Karma may be rearing its ugly head. I would deserve it if he did.
“Sophie, sweetheart,” he starts to say. Oh no, here it comes. I close my eyes shut, bracing myself.
“Open your eyes, babe.”
I look deep into his penetrating eyes and my heart still skips a beat, that’s how much I love him.
“Babe, I thought long and hard before I asked you to marry me. I know deep in my heart that I want forever with you. There isn’t a single doubt in my mind. Now what about you? That’s the big question. You don’t think I worry about it. Why do you think I’m pressing for the wedding as soon as possible? You’re the one I worry about bolting, you’ve done it once before. I know how skittish you can be about love and relationships. Some might say I’m the one taking a chance on you.”
I let his words sink in. I never looked at it that way, in my heart I’ve always felt like I was the one taking a chance on the player. I suppose I see his point, as much as his words sting, he’s right about me. He’s always been right about me. He seems to know me so well because we’re so similar.
“I never thought of it that way, but I suppose you’re right. I’ve just always thought I was the one taking a chance on the player,” I say, as I trace a finger along his luscious and kissable lips.
“I love you, Sophie,” Marcus murmurs as I watch those words roll off his lips.
“I love you too.” I can’t believe how easily I can say those words now. It took me a lifetime to say them and mean them once I followed my heart back to Marcus.
Chapter 11
Marcus
The wedding goes off without a hitch. Lauren and Kyle are pronounced man and wife, he kisses the bride and the bridal party files out behind them down the aisle. I meet eyes with Krista and offer her my arm to escort her down the aisle together. It’s an awkward walk as our past together flashes through my mind. There might have been a fleeting moment in our long history together where the thought of us being together forever did cross my young and stupid mind.
As we walk down the aisle arm and arm together, my eyes meet Sophie’s gorgeous eyes. I feel a little sheepish because of what I was just thinking about Krista and I.
I offer Sophie a smile and she doesn’t smile back, but turns away. Clearly she’s not happy with me. Could she have read my thoughts?
Krista laughs and flirts with me and hasn’t let go of my arm as I see Sophie heading towards us, then she turns on her heel and walks the other way, back towards the hotel lobby. Where is she going?
“Sophie,” I call out to her. “Excuse me,” I say to Krista, extricating her from my arm.
“Pictures Marcus, you can’t leave,” Krista pleads.
“I’ll be back in five,” I reply, walking briskly to the elevators.
Sophie’s gone by the time I get there. I press the going up button, anxious to get to her and calm her down. I get to our room and slide the card key into the slot and walk in to our suite.
“Sophie,” I call out as I walk through the sitting room and into the bedroom. I find her sitting on the bed, and she just looks at me with a blank look on her face.
“Why did you leave? The reception is starting soon,” I ask, as I sit down next to her on the bed. She looks down at her hands.
“Babe, look at me. What’s wrong?” She doesn’t say anything, so I cup her face in my hand and turn her towards me.
“I don’t like seeing you together. I can’t stand watching her fawn over you and you don’t seem to mind either. You make a lovely couple, you look like Ken and Barbie,” she says with sarcasm in her voice.
“Sophie, please, she means nothing to me.”
“How many times have I heard that line from you? It seems many of your past ladyloves meant nothing to you. Do you even have a heart? Or is all this just a smoke screen, are you faking that you care about me too? Like all of these past women, at some point down the road will you say I meant nothing to you?” Sophie spats out at me, in her version of a jealous rage.
“Sophie, sweetheart. You are the only girl I have ever been so in love with as to propose to. I want you for my wife, doesn’t that say it all to you?”
My phone starts ringing in my pocket, it’s Kyle, and he needs me downstairs for pictures.
“I need to go, freshen up and come down. Will you?” I ask, leaning in for a kiss and she pulls away. “Come down in half an hour, please?”