Chapter 228

Marco gripped her hips, pulling her up against him, close enough he could feel her intake of breath and the clench of her stomach.

He bent his head, sealing his lips over hers. He stroked his tongue into her mouth, and fuck, when she sucked he nearly lost his mind.

Fiona planted her hand against his chest. She pushed, only a little, but he wasn't about forcing a woman, so he let her go.

She took a few steps back, her chin lowering. The way she stared at him was a clear come-fuck-me look, but she'd pushed him away. He gripped the edge of the counter and watched her pull the elastic band out of her hair. She shook her head, the strands falling below her shoulders, and then, with almost artful precision, she smiled at him and slid her fingers around the tab of her jeans. He was pretty sure he heard the button pop free.

"Come and get me." Her voice was playful, sensual. The woman from last night.