Chapter 97

So gently that I hardly recognize the touch of his fingers, he begins to caress my thighs and I squirm.

A sensual current of heat runs through me and I shift, parting my legs a little to give him access. As expected, Marcus makes the most of it, moving his hand along the junction of my thigh and torso, toward my pelvis, until he finds my clit. I gasp as he forms a V with his fingers and slides them over my wet lips, avoiding the spot where I ache to be touched.

“Marcus,” I murmur.

Without realizing it, I start to move my hips to guide his hand, his caresses. But Marcus doesn’t cooperate, and the release my ready body craves stays out of reach.

Frustrated, I press my bottom back against his cock, and when I hear his husky grunt of pleasure, I close my eyes in satisfaction. Then I feel his lips on my shoulder and his words—low and sensual—reverberate through me.

“I need to fuck you, baby. So. Now.”

“Yeah.”

“Touch yourself,” he orders, grabbing