Marcus doesn't give her a chance to think. His hands slide around her waist, firm and possessive, pulling her flush against his chest.
His breath is warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine as he whispers, "I really want you now, Anna."
His fingers trail down her arms, slow, deliberate, savoring every inch of her skin. Anna feels his need, his desperation to feel her, to remind himself that she is his.
His lips brush along her neck, lingering as he inhales her scent deeply. It's intoxicating, he always loved the way she smelled, like something sweet and wild, uniquely his.
She tries to focus, to let herself sink into this moment, to rediscover the way his touch used to set her on fire.
But the more he touches her, the more she realizes something is missing. The more she craves someone else.
Her stomach twists with guilt as Marcus's hands roam lower, splaying across her hips, guiding her backward toward the bed.
