The kiss outside the café left both of us breathing hard.
Marcus’s hands were still on my waist when he pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were darker than usual.
“Bella…”
“I know,” I whispered.
Neither of us needed to say it. The months of phone calls, the late-night talks, the way we had both been holding back, everything had built up to this moment. My body already felt hot. His did too.
I could feel it when he pressed closer.
“I need you,” he said quietly.
“I need you too.” I replied.
We didn’t have time for a hotel. Neither of us wanted to wait that long. Marcus took my hand and led me to his car. The moment the doors closed, the air between us changed.
He started the engine, but I didn’t wait. My hand moved to his thigh, then higher. I felt him through his jea
