The hardened lines of his body seemed to fit her perfectly, and she gasped as he slowly pushed himself forward, grinding his hips against hers. Never before had she felt such ungodly pleasure. With hooded eyes, she reached up to circle her arms around his neck.
"What are you doing to me?" she asked in a breathy whisper.
"Making you crazy."
"You're doing a fine job."
He chuckled, and it thrummed through her, shooting straight to her groin as she lifted herself up to him. Marcus pressed against her once more, and she moaned at the contact even through their layers of clothing.
Lowering his dark head, he gently kissed her neck. She shuddered as his tongue darted over her skin, and Melissa couldn't resist weaving her fingers through his hair. His teeth nibbled as he sucked and licked his way up to her jaw line. Tracing her chin with his mouth, he did nothing more than retreat down the other side of her neck.
Melissa was going insane, no doubt about it. Turning her head for him, she pressed her hips to his, fisting her hands in his scalp.
"You on fire yet?" he whispered, raising his mouth to her ear.
She couldn't speak. All she could do was nod as she turned her face toward him. Their noses touched as his gold eyes pierced hers.
"I want to hear you say it, Lissa." His lips barely whispered on her mouth as he spoke, making her moan. He pressed forward once again, and she clutched onto him even harder. She ached between her legs, and she shocked herself by desperately wishing they were both naked.
"I'm on fire," she cried out, lifting up to him once again. "Oh God, Marcus!"
"You like that?" He grinned devilishly as he thrust his hips against her.
Biting her lower lip, she nodded.
"I want to be inside of you. I want to make love to you. Damn, Lissa, you can't possibly know how often I dream about it."
That shocked her to silence.