“Just far enough, I didn’t know I had that in me. I cannot wait to see where this takes us in and out of bed.” She grabbed the wash cloth and rubbed them both down quickly, she wanted breakfast.
“Hungry?” Marcus laughed when he heard her stomach rumble.
“It seems I am more hungry being around you than I am at home. I can get lost in grading and skip meals no problem. With you, I need to eat, my stomach actually rumbles!” She shook her head and wrapped a towel around her body, disappointed when Marcus did the same, keeping her from looking at his delectable ass.
“We are being a lot more physical than when you grade papers,” he explained, and she nodded. Even with a steady boyfriend she’d have sex maybe once and then they’d move on to doing something else. With Marcus, she was always wet and when he touched her she would gush, her lust for him never fully satisfied.
“True, you make me so turned on all the time,” she answered walking into the bedroom and digging through her suitcase. She pulled out a pair of dark wash jeans and a flowy swing top, she didn’t like tight clothing and preferred the lines made from her looser tops. She grabbed her navy blue lace bra and matching panties, slipping them onto her body. She had a thing about her bra and underwear matching.
“Mmm, so good looking,” Marcus came up behind her, he’d put on a pair of tight boxer briefs. Pressing a kiss to her neck, his hands traveled around her stomach mapping out her body.
“I’ve never felt sexy before,” she remarked, looking at him over her shoulder.
“You should feel sexy every day, you are so tempting I have trouble keeping my hands to myself,” he replied and to prove his point his hands dipped into her panties. She leaned back and moaned when his fingers slipped between her labia.
“Marcus,” she groaned and his hands slipped back out of her panties leaving her so horny it hurt.
“I promised you breakfast and although I would love to eat you, you need real food.” His face showed his disappointment and she mirrored his feelings.
“Breakfast, I’ll cook since you made dinner,” he offered and she nodded. Watching, he slipped on a pair of sweatpants and left his top bare, she grinned and put her clothing on.
“I like you without a shirt, means I can touch you whenever I want too,” she told him and to prove her point she mapped out his abs, his muscles twitching when she scraped her nails down his chest. He had a fine matting of red chest hair covering his pecs and dipping down into the waistband of his pants.
“Keep that up and you won’t have breakfast,” he growled grabbing her and kissing her senseless. When he let go of her, she leaned her head against his chest and took a few steadying breaths.
“Can you cook breakfast?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“I can make scrambled eggs and bacon,” he explained, it sounded perfect.
“Excellent, now feed me my sexy bear,” she ordered. He laughed, to her utter surprise scooped her up in a princess carry and took her down the stairs.
“I can walk,” she grumbled and he shook his head.
“I like holding you,” he explained, and kissed her forehead before setting her down on a bar stool. She loved how cherished she felt, he was treating her like a princess and she wanted nothing more than to tell him yes to being his mate. Watching him move about the kitchen there was a grace to his movements, like he and his bear had been working in harmony for a long time.
“At what age did you first shift?” she asked, she wanted to know more about this amazing man and to do that she had to ask questions.
“I was thirteen, just hitting puberty. Most shifters shift at puberty, that is when we are pulled for homeschooling until our shifting is under control,” he explained cracking eggs quickly.
“How old are all of you? Your brothers I mean?”
“I am the middle at thirty-three, Matt and Rob are two years younger than me at thirty-one, Travis is thirty-seven and Clyde thirty-six.” He dished out scrambled eggs and crispy bacon handing her one plate and sitting next to her with another. He’d poured them coffee while talking.
“Wow, I have three younger half-brothers, Kip is twenty, Luke is nineteen and Richard is eighteen,” she replied digging into her pile of eggs, he’d added cheese and she moaned her pleasure.
“They are very close together,” he commented and she nodded.
“There was a time when every summer I visited my step-mother was pregnant. She looked exhausted all the time and three boys all close in age are a lot of work.”
“Do you want kids?” She turned to look at him when he asked, she did but not that close together.
“I do, but I’d like a few years in between babies, I want to be able to enjoy them at their littlest,” she replied, sipping her dark roast coffee, it was delicious.
“How many do you want?”
“Not sure, what about you?” she asked, she was curious if he wanted a large family.
“I’d like as many as my mate is willing to give me. I grew up in a large family and so that is what I know,” he replied and she nodded her understanding.
“I was thinking maybe three,” she answered, he leaned over and gave her a fierce kiss on her lips.
“Three sounds perfect,” he replied, and went back to eating his breakfast. They talked about what working as a bodyguard was like and how he spent more time in his office, then being out in the field now that his business was thriving. Sitting back from her breakfast she sighed, she could get used to being cooked for in the morning, she liked cooking but it was nice to have someone else do it for a change.
“What are you plans today?” she asked him, she needed to get grading done but didn’t want to ignore him if he didn’t have anything to do.