Page 23 of Nanny for the Firefighters
"I—" Marcus starts, his voice rough, "I didn't mean… I'm sorry, Ella. That was out of line."
Ella blinks, her hand lifting to her lips as if to confirm the reality of what just happened. Then, slowly, a small smile curves her lips. "It's okay, Marcus. It's been a long night for all of us, hasn't it?"
"It has," Marcus admits, his tone quiet. "I apologize once more."
I don't quite know how this happens next. One moment, we are wondering where to go from here, and the next, Ella is pulling our captain to her and kissing him back.
11
ELLA
After the shock of Marcus kissing me sinks in, I yank him down to me for another kiss. Heat spreads through me, making me bold. My body molds against all of his wondrous muscle, and I coax his mouth open with the soft slide of my tongue.
Need flashes down my center as his strong arm cinches around my waist to press us harder together, and my moan seems to make him hungry. This is not a version of Marcus I am used to seeing. He's always so in control and proper with me. I like the change, and it has me arching my hips against his. God, I can feel the hard length of him against my belly.
And I want him.
Breaking the kiss, I let loose a husky laugh. "Well, don't just stand here in the entryway. Take me somewhere a little more comfortable."
Marcus growls low, hand pulling my messy hair free of its ponytail to sink his hands into it. Another crushing kiss steals my breath before he teeters us back a few steps. When he bends to sling me over his shoulder, I catch the other three men standing frozen in place.
I've never been with four men before, but the thought of these four men sharing me sends an exciting zing down to my toes. "Are you three coming, or what?"
Surprisingly, Will is the first to step forward, his quiet demeanor belying the need in his gaze as he follows Marcus up the stairs. Ethan and Theo trail closely behind.
Marcus turns us into his suite, somewhere I haven't explored out of respect for him. I anticipate behind tossed on the giant bed, but he slowly settles me on my feet and looks down into my face. His big hand cradles my face, thumb rubbing along my jaw.
"You okay with this?"
My God, how can a man be this sweet and still be single? I nod, my hand curling into the front of his shirt as I tug him closer. "Take this off."
His smile needles my heart, and he does as I say, pulling the T-shirt over his head to reveal so much tanned muscle. I swear that I'm drooling as I slide my hand down the front of him, nails catching on the triangle of hair along his chest and the way it disappears and picks back up at his navel. I yank at the button on his pants.
"Off," I repeat, but Marcus's hands encapsulate my waist, drawing my tunic up under my arms until I relent and let him strip it from me.
My ample breasts are barely held in by the red satin bra I wear, inches of flesh spilling over the tops of the cups and barely supported by underwire. The heat of his hands spreads over my skin, and even as I grow overheated, Marcus's touch causes goosebumps in its wake.
Sparkling need infuses his eyes, and he bends to drop kisses along my neck and shoulder, fingers toying with the thick strap of my bra. Slowly, he draws it off my shoulder.
A new set of fingers finds the clasp at the back, unlatching it and loosening the tight hold on my bosom. My head tips back to see Will and the deep desire in his dark eyes.
Marcus kneels before me, cupping my breasts in his rough hands before his mouth seals over one nipple, pulling it taut and driving pleasure down to my core. I moan.
Will tangles his hand in my hair as he slants a kiss across my mouth. I reach up to brush a hand across his jaw, rough with stubble. His kiss sears me, and I open to him, moaning my pleasure as his tongue slides across mine.
The solid wall of his muscles lines up against my back, and I can feel his hard-on pressing into my ass. My hips tilt backward, and he pushes into me, showing me his need.
Marcus rolls my nipple across the roof of his mouth, sucking hard before it pops free of his mouth. He switches to my other nipple to give it the same treatment. His thumb draws circles over the one he just released, plucking gently at it until my thighs are slick with my arousal.
Will's hand squeezes my ass as he rubs himself against me. I'm so overcome with sensation, overwhelmed by two sets of hands and mouths that I can barely imagine what it will be like to have Ethan and Theo's attention, too.
Kisses travel down my jaw, behind my ear. Another trail blazes down my stomach.
A soft, "Fuck, Ella," rumbles against my skin as Marcus's hands creep up my thighs under my skirt. The fabric rustles and loosens and comes free, falling to the floor around my feet. Hot breath fans my damp panties, making my thighs shake with need.
But he pauses, his touch running under the edge of my panties as he peers up at me. His pupils are blown wide. After a second of hesitation, he draws a finger down the center of my sex, barred by the thin fabric left covering me. Pleasure zaps me, and I moan low.
The more he teases me, the more I shake and whimper.