Sea Breeze 02 - Because of Low

fell back against the headboard and I paused panting and achy but worried I’d hurt him.
    “What,” I managed to ask in a strangled whisper.
    He opened his eyes and both his hands left my waist and grabbed my face.
    “You. Are. Driving. Me. Crazy.” He took short breaths after each word before claiming my mouth again. I took that as a good thing and rocked against him one more time and then my world fell apart. It was as if someone had lit a bottle rocket between my legs. The scream I knew was mine sounded like it belonged to someone else as I held onto Marcus afraid I’d fall if I let go. What had I done? And could I do it again?
    When my heart began to slow down and breathing was once again possible I realized I was wrapped tightly in Marcus’s arms and my head was tucked into the curve of his neck and shoulder. Holy. Cow.
    I still had a death grip on Marcus’s arms and I slowly peeled my hands away hoping I hadn’t left fingernail cuts on his skin although I don’t see how I could have kept from it.
    What had I done? How could I look at him? What was I supposed to say? Did he think I was insane? I was pretty sure I’d just screamed like a banshee. It was a miracle Cage hadn’t come bursting in. Marcus stroked my hair as if comforting me.
    “Low,” his voice was husky.
    “Yes,” I replied keeping my face safely buried in his neck.”
    “Look at me.”
    Aw crap. Slowly I pulled back immediately missing the warmth of my little safe haven.
    I lifted my eyes to meet his and a slow sexy smile instantly eased my mind. His eyes were hooded as if he’d just woken up.
    “What’s wrong?” he asked holding my gaze.
    I felt heat rush to my face.
    “Um... I uh,” what did I say? I’m sorry for going crazy in your lap.
    “Low,” he reached out and ran his hand through my hair then rested it on my neck.
    “Was that your first orgasm?”
    Oh.
    Well no freaking wonder. I completely understood the fascination with those things now.
    Nodding I knew my face flushed even brighter. His grin grew to a full one hundred watt smile. He was obviously very pleased with this. Well, that was good.
    “Did you enjoy it?”
    I let out a small burst of laughter. He did not just ask me that.
    “I’d say the fact I completely acted like a crazy person tells you that I did.”
    He chuckled and leaned forward and kissed me once on the lips then leaned back. The friction made me gasp. Oh. He was still... hard. Weren’t they supposed to not be hard anymore once a guy got off... which meant he hadn’t. Oh.
    “You uh,” I glanced down praying he didn’t move again because for some reason I was really sensitive.
    “I’m okay. Really, really okay,” he said with an amused tone, “I promise.”
    My gaze went to his arms and the little red indentions where my nails had bit into him were bright red. I jerked my gaze back to him, “I’m so sorry.”
    He raised his eyebrows, “Low, those marks are really sexy. What’re you sorry for? Trust me I’ll wear them with pride.”
    Oh.
    He cleared his throat and grabbed my waist and moved me off of him.
    “I uh, need to go get a shower and if we continue to sit here like this things are going to get a lot more intense,” he explained and leaned over and kissed me one more time before standing up.
    “I’ll be back in a few minutes. We’ve got somewhere to go today. A friend I’d like you to meet invited us to a thing.”
    A thing?
    I watched as he walked away. His backside was rather impressive. The boxers he had on hung on his hips and I sighed happily before jumping up to get ready.

    Chapter Fifteen

    Marcus

    Watching Low step out of the bathroom dressed in a red sundress that stopped right above her knee with a pair of cowboy boots on caused me to momentarily forget to breathe. The image of her in my lap, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as she cried out my name was going to make it so hard to move slow. I deserved some sort of award. I could’ve so easily made love to her. She’d have let me. Wait. Did I just say “love”... when had I ever thought of it as making love? It was sex. It’d always been sex. Sometimes really good sex. But just sex. My eyes traveled up to her face. Her hair was parted down the middle and clasped in two low pig tails and draped over each shoulder. Who the hell knew pig tails could be so sexy? Finding her eyes watching me warily I smiled. She was mine.
    “Is this okay?”
    I swallowed the lump in my throat. Ah hell when did I go and