Lost in the Moment (A Savioe Family Novel) (37 page)

“Payne and Scott mentioned the day of Roxy’s attack that they were trying to talk him into rejoining the team.”
I shrugged thankful that this conversation had altered the direction my thoughts had taken.

She snorted.
“I can’t believe he didn’t tell us.”

“He probably had his reasons, pet.
”

“Probably.”
She gracefully shrugged her shoulder dabbing her napkin at her lush bottom lip. “So what all did you have planned?”

My eyebrow rose at her
, silently surprised she waited this long before she asked. “You’ll just have to wait until after dessert, pet, before you find out.”

She puckered her lips in a
pout before she cracked a smile shaking her head slightly. “Well, I guess we’d better shut up and eat.”

We finished the
rest of meal in a comfortable silence. Well almost. She’d take a few bites and sigh before she’d start to stare at me while chewing on the side of her lip. Her impatience was amusing. I intentionally started to eat slower. She caught on quickly and stuck her tongue out at me.

When I
finally brought the slice of cheesecake to the table, her eyes lit up in delight. This was the only thing I told Roxy to make sure she ordered. Marie had to have her mint chocolate. The surprise when she saw it was worth the little bit of teasing.

I placed the plate in front of her
and sat down on the chair beside her. She started to reach for her fork, her hand stopping in midair when she noticed I had already had it in my hand. “Let me, luv.”

I cut off a bite and held it up to her.
My hand trembled as she leaned forward closing her eyes slightly when her lips encompassed the tongs sliding the cake off them. My breath caught in my throat when she let out a soft moan. This was a bad idea.

             
                                          *****

Marie

My heart pounded against my chest as I caught the molten silver of his gaze when I opened my eyes. His lips were parted slightly, his breathing becoming labored. The fork trembled in his fingers as he set it back down on the table. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, his throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

I reached out brushing the side of his leg gently as I lifted my hand to the table to pick up the discarded fork. I held it up to him with a small bite of cake on it. “Did you want some?”

His pupils dilated
faintly before he let out a faint whimper. “Loaded question, pet.” He stood up suddenly causing me to lean back in my chair. He carefully grabbed the fork from my hand and placed it back down on the table. He held out his hand to me. “Care to dance?”

I slipped my palm in his and stood up. He kissed the back of my knuckles before leading me through the open doors into the living room. He placed his hand on the small of my back as he pulled me closer to him. We spun around the room in tune to the soft guitar from the MP3 player. I rested my head against his chest closing my eyes listening to the steady beat of his heart.

He placed his head on mine and hugged me closer to him. His smooth baritone voice sang along with the lyrics of the band Staind. “You’re my world, the shelter from the rain. You’re the pills that take away my pain. You’re the light that helps me find my way. You’re the words when I have nothing to say.”

A tear ran down my cheek. Any misgivings I had over his feelings toward me were washed away. This small gesture of his singing to me was more than I could ever have imagined. My heart swelled with love.

I ran my hand up his chest to his neck. His hair teased the tips of my fingers as I stroked the skin at the nape of his neck. I propped my head back as he looked down at me.

I leaned up on my tiptoes brushing my lips against his. He moaned softly before sucking my bottom lip in between his teeth scraping it slightly. The sting set my blood on fire and a shiver ran down my spine. Desire, thick and hot, pooled in my belly.
He lifted his head and stared down into my eyes.

He reached up and gently ran his fingers down my cheek to my chin. I licked my
bottom lip before he lowered his head capturing my mouth. The kiss was slow yet demanding. My body molded to his as he deepened the kiss. My hands threaded into his hair, nails scraped at his scalp.

He pulled away with a hiss. “Marie, luv. You don’t have to…. I’m content just holding you in my arms.”

The way he said my name made my body go up in flames and my heart pound more. I didn’t want to keep circling around with him over this. We were alone and would be for who know how long. I wanted to show him just how much he meant to me. Just how much I burned for him. There would be no going back after this. I had made my choice.

I held up a shaky hand before gently touching my fingertips to his jaw. “Marcus, I never do anything I don’t
really want to do. You have to know that by now.”

A slow, sexy smile curved his mouth and a blatant hu
nger scorched in his eyes as he stared back at me. But there was something else shadowing his gaze. A love, pure and honest. A love so real, it took my breath away, shaking me to my very core.

He took a step away from me and held out a hand that slightly trembled. His voice was thickly laced with his desire. “Come with me then, luv.”

His smile widened, giving me a flash of his white teeth. He leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss over my lips. My heart fluttered at the tender caress. I kept my gaze locked with his gorgeous, wild slate eyes that held so much emotion. All for me. My bottom lip trembled as I placed my hand in his and let him lead me to his room. My heart pounded so loudly I was almost certain he could hear it.

He closed the door after we crossed the threshold. He walked over to the lamp by his dresser and turned it on casting the room in a soft light. I chewed on my lip as he swaggered back over to me. He reached up to my head and pulled out the pins I had in it, releasing my hair. His fingers tunneled through the strands to loosen the curls as they tumbled around my face and cascaded down my back. His eyes followed the movement of his fingers as they captured a curl between his finger and thumb.

He rolled the curl between his fingers then brought it up to his nose and inhaled. His eyes closed as he released the hair in a sigh. He swallowed, his neck bobbing up and down before he opened them back up. The raw craving that greeted me made me shiver with eagerness.

His hands moved to the zipper on the back of my dress and slowly unzipped it. As the green silk pooled at my feet, my nervousness tripled. I stood before him in just a scrap of lace for panties, my thigh high stockings and black two-inch heels. He sucked in a harsh breath, his hands now visibly shaking. His palms cupped my breasts instantly hardening my nipples.

“I have dreamed of these, pet. Ever since that day in the mall.” He murmured as his thumb brushed over one of my nipples.

I gasped in pleasure as a small shudder coursed through my body. He brushed a kiss on my forehead. His lips lazily traveled down to the corner of my eye. He kissed the tip of my nose and edge of my lips. I parted them slightly in a silent welcome. His mouth hovered a scant inch from mine.

When his lips finally settled on mine, I moaned in gratification. They were so soft yet firm as they pressed against mine. His tongue slid along the parted seam causing me to gasp. His kisses were sinful. His mouth was a wicked delight that blossomed my growing need. His tongue swept in my mouth, exploring and running seductively over my teeth.

His thumbs brushed across my nipples sending streaks of fire that raced from my breasts down my body to my clit all while he kissed me over and over until I felt delirious. I nearly cried out, the riot of sensations he brought forth was almost too much to stand.

I stood there with him fully clothed seemingly so in control while I felt like a bomb about to explode. He set me ablaze, lighting something deep inside that flared, something utterly feminine and incredibly needy. I wanted to please him like he was me. I wanted to be his solace, his pleasure. His everything.

My tongue slid along his, dancing and teasing, as I pushed my breasts further in his palms
craving more contact. His kisses were addictive, pushing me out of control and hazy with desire. He bit at my lower lip and the sting sent a strike of lightning sizzling through my veins. My thighs quivered at the meltdown.

His teeth scraped a path along my chin followed by his tongue
tracing a path down the contour of it down to my throat. He took his time almost like he was savoring my every response. His mouth moved over my throat to my collarbone sending an erotic stream of heat sliding over my already frazzled nerves. I could barely breathe, waiting for his next move.

He lowered his mouth and took my breast with the same lazy expertise he did my mouth. I felt his breath first, rolling along my skin in small warm puffs. I strained against him with an urgency that surprised me. His tongue flicked at my nipple wringing out a small whimper. Then his mouth drew it deep in his heated mouth, suckling it. I cried out tossing my head back. My arms cradled his head to me, holding him close. I curled my fingers into fists, capturing handfuls of his hair while my toes curled in pleasure.

Desire ran rampant as he moved over to the other straining nipple and begun to roll his tongue over it. Another cry escaped me as a blaze of passion ripped through me. Blood roared in my ears and pounded in my heart as his rough velvety tongue sent me closer to oblivion. I needed him in ways I have never needed anyone before in my life. He was all fire and so calm and cool at the same time. He made me feel beautiful, so womanly.

When he lifted his head, I saw the ravenous hunger that gripped him
. His movements were unhurried. Those clever fingers were barely skimming my belly. He bent his head and traced a trail of fire down my ribcage to my belly button, where he swirled his tongue.

His eyes met mine as his hands grabbed the sides of my panties slowly edging them past my hips and down my legs. My stomach clenched, my ragged breath caught in my throat as he slipped my heels off my feet one at a time then rolled down the stockings. I held my breath.

I was completely exposed to his hungry gaze. He just knelt there, hands on the curve of my hips as those eyes slowly roamed over my body. He gazed at me as if he saw nothing else, was aware of nothing else. I placed a shaky hand on his shoulder drawing those silver chips to my face. Stark desire radiated from him.

No one had ever looked at me like that. Sure, some guys had lusted after me once or twice but none of them had love carved into every line of their face like Marcus did. No one had ever made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. One that was completed loved, until now.

“Marie.” My name came out as a strangled groan. The soft vibration brushed against my skin having the same effect as his hands or mouth.

He stood up pulling me against his chest, capturing my mouth this time in a fever of need.
I could feel his erection straining against me through the material of his pants. I trembled in his arms hearing my own strangled moan escape before he devoured me again. He was driving me out of my mind. I craved his touch, yearned for it.

His tongue tangled with mine as his hands came back to my sensitive breasts. His fingers tugged and rolled eac
h taut peak until I was panting in small gasps with every little whimper that escaped. His skin felt hot under his shirt when I clasped on to his shoulders trying to find some steady ground. A shudder went through his body at my touch. I could feel each defined muscle rippling beneath my fingertips. I moaned against his mouth digging my nails into his shoulders. Every little kiss, every caress pushed me further and further out of control.

I couldn’t stop touching him, his hair, neck, shoulders. I slid my hands over his back and the muscles there dragging out a husky groan from him. It was raw, throaty and incredibly sexy
, sending another tremor of desire flooding my veins.

His fingers roamed down my body to my inner thigh making my knees weak. His leg gently pushed my thighs open for him, the rough material of his pants rubbed against my tender flesh. I convulsed at the contact bucking my hips against his l
eg. I felt like I was close to sobbing with my yearning to be his.

“Are you already wet for me, pet?” His voice was a low whisper against my ear. He moved his leg making me tremble again. He sounded like pure sin, his accent pushing me over the edge. “I think you are.”

I tugged at his shirt frantically ripping it out of his pants. A button bounced off something in the distance as I yanked it off him. I ached for him. I was coiled so tight with building tension I was almost frantic for release. I managed to get his undershirt off and ran my hands over his chest delighting in the taunt flesh beneath my palms.

He let out a harsh groan before he fisted his hand in my hair. He tipped my head back exposing my throat to him. He trailed fiery kisses over my neck
back down to my chest before his mouth feasted on my breasts. His lips, teeth and tongue sent molten fire raging through me. His hand slipped over my thigh caressing the soft skin. I inhaled sharply as his knuckles brushed against my damp curls.

He tilted his head back and
gazed into my eyes. My breath burned in my chest as I held it waiting for his next move. Keeping my gaze captive, he plunged his fingers into me. I briefly closed my eyes releasing a moan of sheer ecstasy.