around and looked at him both hurt and furious with herself.
“Obviously I do.”
“Go home. You don’t want to see me again, your wish will be granted.”
Marc leaned her back against the wall, his body pressed flush against hers. Mercy’s breathing increased tenfold and she stared at the most confusing man she’d ever met in her life.
“You have no idea what you are talking about. It has nothing to do with your leg. You’re absolutely fucking beautiful.” Marc’s eyes flashed down to her lips, then returned to her eyes. “I’m not good enough for you.”
“Let me decide that.” Mercy stared back challenging him.
Marc searched her eyes. He apparently didn’t need further coaxing. Marc leaned down and took her lips in a sensuous kiss. God, didn’t the man know how to kiss. Mercy ran her fingers through his short soft hair.
“Are you sure?” Marc wrapped his arms around the small of her back.
“Positive.”
Mercy took his hand and led him to her master bedroom. Once over the threshold, Marc was instantly against her. His hands slipped under her tank top exploring her bare back.
“No bra?” he asked pleased.
“Not today.”
“Mmmm,” Marc made a guttural noise. He slipped her tank top over her head and stared down at her perky round breast. With both hands, he moved his way up her sleek abdomen to her breasts, gripping them firmly. Mercy inhaled deeply from his touch. It had been far too long.
“I want to taste them.” Marc leaned down and placed a kiss at the center of her chest.
Mercy wanted her turn to see him. He looked gorgeous covered, she dreamed of what he looked like without the layers. She tugged at the hem of his long sleeved tee shirt and pulled it over his head. His right arm and shoulder were covered in tattoos. Mercy didn’t like tattoos, but on Marc’s hard body they were art. They were tribal in design and added to his rugged appeal. Mercy trailed her finger down his tattooed arm.
“I want you. Everywhere,” he whispered in her ear.
“That’s exactly where I want you.”
Marc walked her backward to the bed. He stopped at the foot and unbuttoned her jeans, then zipped them down. She held his hands in place at her waist scared of him seeing her in her natural state.
“It’s alright,” he whispered and kissed her ear.
Mercy inhaled and tried to hide her fear. The fear of rejection once he saw her nude, missing part of her body, seeing the scars.
Marc pulled down her jeans to where the prosthesis connected to her upper leg then stopped. He eased her back on the bed and she helped him take off the appendage. Marc finished taking off her jeans and put the prosthesis and jeans in a chair beside the bed.
Mercy sat on the foot of the bed wearing nothing but a pair of purple cotton and lace bikinis.
“Still want what you see?” Mercy asked nervously.
Marc walked back to her, stopping at the edge of the bed, an d slid down his jeans. There he stood before her wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and he looked absolutely striking.
“I want it all.” Marc crawled atop of her.
She could feel his readiness against her thigh. And oh was she ready for him.
“Do you have protection?” Marc asked his breathing heavy.
“Shit.” Mercy hadn’t needed any for so long.
“Are you on the pill?”
“I can’t have children .”
“Oh,” Marc paused. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, really.”
He looked upon her with wild eyes.
“I’m clean. Do you trust me?”
Just because a man said he was clean didn’t mean he was. Mercy knew she should sit up and say hell no, but instead she heard herself say “yes.”
“And you are too?”
“Yes.”
Marc pulled down his boxers and helped Mercy with her underwear. She looked down at his glorious erection in awe. He was all man. Thick, hard, long. Marc eased his body against her, nothing separated them.
“You’re
“Obviously I do.”
“Go home. You don’t want to see me again, your wish will be granted.”
Marc leaned her back against the wall, his body pressed flush against hers. Mercy’s breathing increased tenfold and she stared at the most confusing man she’d ever met in her life.
“You have no idea what you are talking about. It has nothing to do with your leg. You’re absolutely fucking beautiful.” Marc’s eyes flashed down to her lips, then returned to her eyes. “I’m not good enough for you.”
“Let me decide that.” Mercy stared back challenging him.
Marc searched her eyes. He apparently didn’t need further coaxing. Marc leaned down and took her lips in a sensuous kiss. God, didn’t the man know how to kiss. Mercy ran her fingers through his short soft hair.
“Are you sure?” Marc wrapped his arms around the small of her back.
“Positive.”
Mercy took his hand and led him to her master bedroom. Once over the threshold, Marc was instantly against her. His hands slipped under her tank top exploring her bare back.
“No bra?” he asked pleased.
“Not today.”
“Mmmm,” Marc made a guttural noise. He slipped her tank top over her head and stared down at her perky round breast. With both hands, he moved his way up her sleek abdomen to her breasts, gripping them firmly. Mercy inhaled deeply from his touch. It had been far too long.
“I want to taste them.” Marc leaned down and placed a kiss at the center of her chest.
Mercy wanted her turn to see him. He looked gorgeous covered, she dreamed of what he looked like without the layers. She tugged at the hem of his long sleeved tee shirt and pulled it over his head. His right arm and shoulder were covered in tattoos. Mercy didn’t like tattoos, but on Marc’s hard body they were art. They were tribal in design and added to his rugged appeal. Mercy trailed her finger down his tattooed arm.
“I want you. Everywhere,” he whispered in her ear.
“That’s exactly where I want you.”
Marc walked her backward to the bed. He stopped at the foot and unbuttoned her jeans, then zipped them down. She held his hands in place at her waist scared of him seeing her in her natural state.
“It’s alright,” he whispered and kissed her ear.
Mercy inhaled and tried to hide her fear. The fear of rejection once he saw her nude, missing part of her body, seeing the scars.
Marc pulled down her jeans to where the prosthesis connected to her upper leg then stopped. He eased her back on the bed and she helped him take off the appendage. Marc finished taking off her jeans and put the prosthesis and jeans in a chair beside the bed.
Mercy sat on the foot of the bed wearing nothing but a pair of purple cotton and lace bikinis.
“Still want what you see?” Mercy asked nervously.
Marc walked back to her, stopping at the edge of the bed, an d slid down his jeans. There he stood before her wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers and he looked absolutely striking.
“I want it all.” Marc crawled atop of her.
She could feel his readiness against her thigh. And oh was she ready for him.
“Do you have protection?” Marc asked his breathing heavy.
“Shit.” Mercy hadn’t needed any for so long.
“Are you on the pill?”
“I can’t have children .”
“Oh,” Marc paused. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, really.”
He looked upon her with wild eyes.
“I’m clean. Do you trust me?”
Just because a man said he was clean didn’t mean he was. Mercy knew she should sit up and say hell no, but instead she heard herself say “yes.”
“And you are too?”
“Yes.”
Marc pulled down his boxers and helped Mercy with her underwear. She looked down at his glorious erection in awe. He was all man. Thick, hard, long. Marc eased his body against her, nothing separated them.
“You’re
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