All is Lost (All Series, Book 2) (45 page)

“
You can have
anything
you want,” I say
as she leads me upstairs.

I’ve never been in
Breesan’s bedroom and entering it now, I’m not sure what I was
expecting, but it is definitely not what I find. Her bedroom is
painted a soft white with black and pink accents sprinkled
throughout the space. A couple of wall shelves hold some typical
teenage girl paraphernalia, like a music dock, framed artwork and
books. It’s the three large canvas paintings above her bed that
draws my eyes and curiosity. The paintings are sections of a guitar
that when placed together form a full guitar lying on the ground in
a rainstorm.
Interesting,
I note silently, puzzled by the sadness of the
scene. When I caught her performance at Flora-Bama while I was
watching her for Julia, I assumed she enjoyed it, but this picture
contradicts that idea. Taking in the rest of the room, I chuckle at
the stacks of shoes scattered around and the open closet door with
all kinds of crap hanging on it. She isn’t a neat freak and I am
really kind of shocked by this fact. Someone so controlled should
have OCD. I love her even more seeing that she can be normal
underneath her perfection.

“
Oh shit, I forgot how
messy I left my room. It feels like a lifetime since I’ve been
home.” She smiles at me before saying, “I’m hopping in the shower.
Help yourself to…to
anything
you want.”

I do not miss the way she
says “anything”. After she shuts her bathroom door, I groan out
loud, when thoughts of taking her anyway I want in this room
flashes through my mind.
Damn Breesan, all
I want is you Baby
.

Changing into my
sweatpants, I get comfortable on the bed and wait for Breesan. When
a cherry scent engulfs me, my dick stiffens instantly. I grip it
tightly begging it to chill before I lose every bit of my
self-control and make love to her. That thought draws out another
groan, deep and low in my chest.
Mygod I
want to mix the scent of our sex with her cherry scented sheets so
fucking badly.

I grip myself tighter and growl,
“Dammit man, get your shit together. Find a motherfucking
distraction somewhere in this damn room.”

Seeing a stack of
paperbacks on the small table beside the bed, I release the death
grip on my dick, snag the top book and flip through it. After only
reading a couple of pages, I quickly discovering that my baby has a
naughty book fetish. I check the other three and laugh at the idea
of my sweet Breesan getting hot and bothered while reading this
shit. This new information gives me a whole new perspective of
her.
Is she into kink?

I hear the sound of her hairdryer
switch on in the bathroom and realize I only have a few more
minutes to get my wayward horny thoughts under control. Shaking my
head and laughing, I allow myself one more thought. If Breesan
wants a relationship that involves spanking and getting tied up,
she might just be too damn good to be true. I place the steamy
erotica face down on the nightstand and switch off the lamp, hoping
that old adage ‘out of sight, out of mind’, helps get my libido
under control before she joins me in bed. Sleeping without Breesan
for a week was hell. I cannot wait for her to slide in and snuggle
against me, but after being apart for so long, her sweet little
body pressed against me just might mean my death. The hairdryer
switches off and I face the fact that there is not a damn thing I
can do about my swollen dick problem while I am lying in the bed
belonging to the woman of my dreams.

Disappointed in myself, I cuss under
my breath, “You pathetic bastard.”

It’s not like she isn’t already fully
aware of how much she affects me. Truthfully, since the first time
we slept together my hard-on has pressed against her thigh, begging
for her touch every night. My eyes flick up catching the bathroom
door opening slowly and what little strength I prayed for floated
away with it, like a feather in a tsunami. With the variety of
choices she probably has in sleepwear, Breesan steps into the
bedroom wearing one of my ratty, concert tee-shirts.

“
You are the most beautiful
woman, Breesan.”

Her response is hooded lids, a sweet
smile and pink cheeks.

Yeah, there is no fucking
way I am going to be in control around my highly responsive baby
tonight.

Chapter
Thirty

Breesan

Ohmyfuckinglord
!
Marcus Walker is shirtless on my bed
.
Soft light from the bathroom illuminates his thick chest and broad
shoulders. I’ve dreamed about this moment with him like this for
months and there he is, propping on my pillow with the sexiest
smile I have ever seen. His eyes latch onto me and I somehow manage
to gracefully cross the room. Instead of getting into the bed on my
side, I make my way over to his. Deep green eyes hold my soul
captive. I reach down and take his hand into mine, feeling a jolt
all the way to my heart. He breaks our gaze to stare down at our
hands laced together.
Does he feel it
too
?

I stand beside him nervous as hell,
and with a shaky voice, I say, “Marcus.” I clear my throat to start
again and it draws his attention back to my eyes. “Marcus, I missed
you so much.” His smile brightens with my confession, but he
remains silent allowing me to continue. Admitting that was easier
than I thought, but I need another moment to catch my breath before
adding, “You are important to me and I think you feel the same for
me. I want you to make everyone, and everything outside of this
room, disappear.”

His pleased smile and sparkling
emerald eyes shift to a ravenous expression, alerting me that
tonight he will do anything I ask. Pulling me with one hand onto
the bed, his free hand guides my leg over his waist so that I
straddle him, allowing me to feel how hard he is already. He
releases my hand, moving both of his to my hips and draws me down
onto his chest. My eyes instantly draw toward his tattoos.
Mouthwatering thoughts inundate my mind as I imagine tracing every
line with my tongue. I skim my hands over his smooth, hard muscles
and up his neck while biting back a groan that desperately
threatens to embarrass me. Feeling his scorching heat with our
bodies pressed solidly together, my breasts strain against the
tee-shirt, causing my nipples to pebble hard, and all that my mind
can process is that I need the thin barrier between us
gone.

“
Breesan,” Marcus says in a
raspy, passionate voice. My ultimate test at the moment is keeping
my focus off of his lips. I ignore the pleas of my body and I
devote every ounce of my attention on his eyes. “The first time I
saw you I dreamed of making love to you. The night you slept in my
bed and every night since it has taken everything in me to keep my
hands off so that I could be the gentleman that you deserve.”
Marcus releases a ragged breath while running his hand up my
ribcage slowly, “But Baby, if you’re asking me to dissolve the
world around us, leaving only you and me, I won’t be able to stop
myself.”

I heed his warning, swirl it around my
mind until I fully understand his meaning. His words reflect more
than just a night of passionate love making. This is a commitment
vowing that I will only be for him, and he will only be for me. His
words mean everything to me, but it is what I sense in his eyes
that solidifies my resolve. They beg me not to hurt him.

Relaxing into his embrace, I
delicately rub my hand over his heart signifying the value of his
offer, “Marcus, I want you to start loving me tonight and please
don’t stop.”

“
I have loved you for far
longer than tonight, and I
can’t
ever stop.” Marcus’ truth illuminates so brightly
through these healing words, and from his unfaltering expression,
which is breathtakingly blinding.

“
I know,” I whisper,
confirming the truth I see in his eyes. With a stronger voice, I
say, “I love you so much.” Marcus’ breath hitches, revealing that
he didn’t expect for me to say these words to him or that he didn’t
know that I in fact feel this way about him.

Our love is exposed. We understand
that from this moment forward we aren’t only devoting our bodies,
we are entrusting our souls to each other, and no more words are
necessary. With our gazes locked on each other, our focus turns
toward the desires revealed in our eyes.

Marcus’ right hand slips under the hem
of my shirt, igniting goose bumps that rush to follow his path up
to my breast. His fingers skim along the edge as his thumb seeks
out and finds my nipple. He hisses at the contact and a surge of
power rips through my entire body. The tender caress is mind
blowing, but then he changes the pressure to a desperate squeeze,
causing my hips to buck with the carnal sensation. He possessed my
heart so long ago and tonight Marcus will own my body. A soft moan
rolls off my lips and I drop my head back, my long hair draping
over his thighs.

His hips lift off the bed eagerly,
searching with his cock for the effects that his touch does to my
body. I bite down hard on my bottom lip and my eyes slide closed,
feeling the thickness of him sliding between my thighs. I lean
back, placing my hands on his knees and swirl over him lightly. He
moans and rolls his hips slowly, pushing me up and then encouraging
me to sink back down on him over and over again. Like a hunger, I
feel awareness in my body that I never knew was possible, and I
want more. I lift my head, looking down at Marcus’ face. His eyes
are pinched closed and his mouth is slightly parted, allowing heavy
breaths and a low moan to escape. I press down hard on him with my
center and he murmurs, “You feel so damn good on me.”

His words and body responding so needy
to me, drives my ache to a vast intensity, rejecting every
cognitive thought, and all I can do now is feel. In this place, it
is just Marcus, consuming and mending me. His left hand snakes
along my thigh and up my stomach, exploring the underside of my
right breast. He pushes his hand up and cups me with both hands,
taunting both nipples with his thumbs delicately scraping over the
tips. I gasp at the extreme care he uses on my now burning
flesh.

“
Ohgod, yes Marcus. Touch
me,” I pant heavily and feel a pulse throbbing in his
cock.

His heavy lids lift, exposing long
hidden secrets of hope and love, and I am momentarily locked in a
gaze so intense that I feel my heart liquefying. The love Marcus
has for me has been there all along, but I refused it, not wanting
to see that he needed me as much as I needed him. How did I ever
resist him?

Suddenly I need to drown myself in
him. I move my hands from his legs, placing them on his stomach,
savoring the feel of his hot skin under my fingertips. Every ridge
of his muscles contracts against my touch. A savage growl vibrates
in my chest as he removes his hands from my puckered nipples,
skimming down my stomach and slipping under the edge of my panties.
Heat fills my belly and rushes lower, ending at the center of my
sex. I lean forward pressing my chest against his, slowly guiding
my hands up and over his thick shoulders. With my hands digging
into his neck, I crush my lips to his before pushing my center down
on him, hard. His mouth tastes like hot cinnamon and I savor it
with greediness.

This first kiss after admitting our
love for each other is perfection. The warmth of it entices me to
bravely slide my tongue over his lips and into his mouth.
Frantically, I search out and find my reward when he begins dancing
his tongue around mine. A carnal sound rumbles deep in his chest
urging me to grind on him more. Rising off the pillows, he lifts my
body so that I am sitting on his lap and he greedily forces his
tongue into my mouth, launching our mating process.

Breaking our kiss, his lips begin a
torturous path teasing my chin and moving down my neck. Marcus
nibbles and licks, then kisses each spot with his scorching hot
mouth. With my arms draping loosely over his shoulders, my head
drops back, allowing him full access to all that belongs to him.
Underneath me, he feels hot and hard, all man and I can’t resist
writhing against him. The severely inflicting ache our friction
creates drives my breasts to thrust forward. In one quick movement,
Marcus lifts my shirt up and over my head. Lowering his eyes to my
chest, he briefly halts his movements, while he stares with lustful
appreciation.

“
You are amazing,” He
whispers roughly before taking one hard nipple in his mouth while
rolling and pinching the other sensitive bud between his
fingers.

I have never endured anything more
agonizing or incredible than the way Marcus makes my body feel.
Like a sedative to my fractured soul, his mouth sends my mind into
oblivion and I relinquish full control of my body to the only man
it has ever belonged to completely. His mouth moves to the other
nipple and I moan a throaty approval. Every cell in my body awakes
when his tongue slides between my breasts and he licks his way back
up to my lips.

His gaze rises up and those beautiful
green eyes lock onto mine, staring at me like I am the most
fascinating thing he has ever seen. “I need you so much,
Baby.”

Slowly lifting my hands, I rake my
fingers through his soft hair, lean forward and kiss him gently. I
whisper against his swollen lips, “I am forever all
yours.”