Tempting Marcus: Hallow Falls Series (Romance Bunnies)

I take my lunch on a bench sitting across from the library.  It’s not at my shop but I like to get the occasional view of Miss Garland leaving the library for lunch.  I also like to sit and picture her in the air-conditioned quiet of the library, her prim figure all buttoned up in one of those little dresses with the flippy skirts.  Or maybe a silky blouse that caresses her full breasts like a lover’s hands paired with a skirt that clings to her plush hips all the way down to her knees like a fifties secretary.  With her long brown hair up in a sexy little bun and a pair of dark-framed glasses she’s every damn librarian fantasy come to life.

I take a big bite of my cold meat sandwich, my heart racing and hunger rising like a beast inside my body.

The door opens and I sit up like a bird dog on the hunt.  A slow smile curls my lips when I see her step one foot outside the door, the little pump with the perfect height heel on it setting down on the concrete step with a tiny little click.  The woman probably weighs a hundred pounds less than me soaking wet.  She’s at least a foot shorter than me and when I see her, the urge to protect her keeps pushing me hard.

I need to protect her, hold her close and keep her safe.  At the same time, lust surges in my chest and my cock gets hard as hell just seeing her.  Whenever I’m close to her and I smell that slightly sweet, slightly spicy floral scent that I associate with her, my dick gets hard and I have to fight the urge to grab her, throw her over my shoulder like a neanderthal taking home my kill.  She brings out the baser instincts inside of me without even trying.

And she’s wearing one of her tight, knee-length skirts and a silky blouse in a gorgeous gold color that lights up her golden skin and brightens the golden glints in her brown hair.  She looks like the sun, like something that if you get too close to it, it can burn you, knock you around and bring you to your knees.

I’d gladly go to my knees if I could push my face into her pussy.

I chuckle under my breath when she looks up, the glare off her glasses from the sun keeping me from seeing how her eyes look.  I don’t need to see her stunning green eyes to know that she’s pissed.  Her shoulders go up and her back stiffens.

She stomps across to me and as she gets close enough, I can see the gorgeous sea-glass green of her eyes.  See her dark brows knitted over the tumultuous glare and it makes me smile.  I sit up straight and set my sandwich aside, needing to keep my hands free for the fight.  Like I’m a damn boxer fixing to go in the ring.

“What the hell are you doing out here, Mr. Gray?” She snarls like a mountain lion and my dick jerks in my work pants like a dog after a bone.

A gorgeous, sexy bone that is begging for me.  I want it all with her.  I want to wife her up, fuck her until she can’t walk and plant my babies in her belly.  Tattoo my brand on her apple bottom and make sure that every asshole in this town knows who she belongs to.  Knows that if they even speak to her, I’m going to make sure that they pay.  Consequences be damned.  I want to own her heart, her soul, her gorgeous fucking body until death do us part.

I shake my head to pull myself out of my lustful daze.  Grinning, I lean back against the park bench and wait for her to blow up.

It doesn’t take long.

She snaps her slim fingers in my face and I blink my eyes slowly.  “Are you in there, Mr. Gray?  I’m speaking to you, dammit!”

My lips quirk.  “Hello, gorgeous!  Having a good day? It’s so sunny it almost hurts, right?”

Her green eyes widen behind the dark frames perched on her tiny nose.  Then they narrow into gemstone slits and I swear to god, if looks could kill, I’d be twitching on the ground in the last throes of my life.

I love it!

“My name is Garland Smith, Mr. Gray,” she grits out between clenched teeth, saying each word clearly.   “And you can call me Miss Smith.  Not Garland, not G, not gorgeous.”

I shrug my shoulder and inwardly cheer when her heated gaze follows the small movement.  “I like to call you gorgeous.  It suits you.”

“I don’t like it when you make fun of me, Mr. Gray.  I know that that’s what you’re doing.”

“No way, gorgeous!  I’m not making fun of you.”  I’m absolutely shocked.  There’s no way that she can actually think that.  “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

She snorts and my lips twitch.  I hold the smile in though.  I think she might kill me if I say what I want to say.

Her mouth drops open and once again, my cock tries to join the party.  Her red-painted lips are just begging me to kiss her ruthlessly until I’m wearing some of that lipstick and she’s panting with desire.

Her spine stiffens again.  “Why the hell do you insist on disrespecting me?  I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to you.”

My brow lifts and I let my eyes drift down her body, loving it when she stiffens and her pale cheeks flush.  I’m gonna go to hell for what I’m thinking and for doing my level best to get her hot under the collar.  I can’t help it that I love it.  Love to see her get so wound up that she flushes and lets me have it.

“Oh, you do something to me every damn day, spitfire!  Every damn day.”

“I do not,” she huffs, stomping away from me.

“You sure as hell do!” I call after her.  “Every night I dream about you.  I can’t stop thinking about you.  I’m obsessed with the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you glare at me and blow up at me when I manage to get under your skin.  And it’s all your damn fault, G!  All your god-damned fault!”

She turns around and her eyes are green pools of confusion, her mouth dropped open and I know that I’ve finally managed to get through to her.  Finally managed to shock her completely.

“That’s not true,” she whispers.

I stand up and stalk over to her, my own steps rapid and determined.   She backs up a step but I don’t see fear in her eyes.  I’d stop if I thought she was afraid.

My little spitfire isn’t afraid of me though.  If anything she’s afraid of what she feels.  I can work with that.  I can help her through that.

I come up to her and reach out, watching her glorious eyes shift to my hands as they come up to her cheeks, grasping her soft skin gently, carefully.

She’s delicate and gentle.  I’m rough and dirty.  But I still need her.  Still want her desperately.

My mouth moves closer to her and I step up until my dirty work boots are right against her brown pumps, touching them.  I’m a breath away and she hasn’t budged.  Her green eyes close and my lips touch hers.  It’s like fire erupts where our lips touch and her lips open on a soft gasp that I can barely hear over the racing of my heart.    But I can taste her.  Can smell her sweetness all around me and it intoxicates me.  Brings me to my knees.  I give my heart and soul to this woman because I can’t stop myself.

My tongue darts out and I touch her tongue, my muscle sliding along hers.  I groan and my arms drift down to slam her curvy body up against mine.  She gasps and then shock of shocks, her arms slide up to wrap around my neck.  It’s like the heavens open up and all the angels start singing, a beam of light right on the two of us like a spotlight.

Then as if she’s shocked herself, she jerks away from me and her fingers come up to her bruised lips, her red lipstick smeared around her mouth.  Satisfaction soars in my chest.  That sexy, just-fucked look in her eyes is the one that she should always have.  Only around me.  It belongs to me.

“I-I…”. She swallows and then turns to run.  I reach out to grab her arm without thinking and then jerk back.  There’s panic in her eyes and I know I have to let her go.  Let her calm down.  If I push too hard now, I’ll lose all the gains I have.

So I let her turn and run away from me, back into her lair in the library where she thinks she’s safe from me.

She’s not.  I’ll brave every damn thing to win her.  If she thinks a little door is going to stop me from getting to her, she doesn’t know me very well.

But she will.  She will know all of me and soon.