"The...the first move?" she stammered, her eyes getting larger as he raised himself up and loomed over her.
"Yeah, as in the first wrestling move?"
"I don't...I don't know any wrestling moves," she said softly, wondering what she had gotten herself into as he looked menacingly down at her.
"Really?" His face brightened. "Then this should be easy, shouldn't it?" He put one hand behind her head and the other on her waist, moving so suddenly that she had no idea what he was going to do until she found herself laying flat on her back, the hand he had placed behind her head protecting her from hitting it on the floor. He grinned at her stunned expression. "That really was easy!" he taunted her, raising his eyebrows and smiling smugly as he waited for her to retaliate. He felt relieved when her eyes narrowed, the look of shock and near horror disappearing as quickly as it had come.
"You think I can't get out of this?" she asked him, trying to calm her breathing as his body covered most of hers and he held one of her arms. Her other arm was free, resting underneath his, and she moved her hand, running her fingers lightly up his side and heading for his armpit. When she got close he jumped and stared at her open mouthed, suddenly realising what she was doing.
"You better stop that!" he warned her, looking faintly amazed.
"Stop what?" she asked innocently, suddenly dipping her hand under his arm and tickling for all she was worth. His reaction was all she could possibly have hoped for and more. He was obviously extremely ticklish and she seemed to have found his most sensitive spot, judging by the bellow of laughter that erupted from him. He released her arm and wriggled away from her, trying to stop her small mobile hands from reaching under his arms. He only succeeded after grabbing both of her wrists and holding her away from him, trying to overcome the weakness that had consumed him.
"That wasn't fair!" he gasped out when he finally stopped laughing.
"I told you I could beat you!" she said, grinning impishly at him, her cheeks flushed from their small tussle.
He stared at her, smiling and surprised at her sudden burst of courage. "You only beat me because I left one of your arms loose. I won't make that mistake again, darlin', and now I owe you!"
"You owe me?" she asked quietly, amazed at how relaxed she felt laying next to him like this, even if he was grasping both her wrists.
"Oh yeah, I owe you a damn good tickling! I assume you are ticklish?" He narrowed his eyes and looked as if he were contemplating where to start.
"Er...no, no I'm not," she said, the small lie tumbling out of her mouth with a sound of desperation.
He raised one eyebrow and grinned. "Is that right? How about I find out for myself? Somehow, I don't think you're being honest with me. Not scared are you?"
Amy was wondering how she could get out of this without getting tickled to death. She shook her head in answer to his question and started trying to tug her hands away from his. He watched her and pursed his lips thoughtfully, not loosening his grip at all.
"Tell me something, darlin'. If you ain't ticklish, why are you trying so hard to get away? And, just in case you were wondering, I'm not gonna to let you go!" he smiled smugly at her and moved an inch closer, chuckling as she tried and failed to move further away from him. His amusement made her lift her chin and narrow her eyes, her fighting spirit coming to the fore.
"Typical man! I suppose you think that just because you're a bit bigger than me..."
"A lot bigger," he put in.
"...ok, a lot bigger, that you can just use your slightly superior strength..."
"Slightly superior?" he asked, grinning at her flushed face.
"...will you stop interrupting!"
"I'm sorry," he said, not looking in the least bit apologetic. "Please, continue."
"What I'm saying is, that you're feeling a little bit irritated that I got the better of you, despite your size. Maybe you're feeling a bit uncertain about your abilities," she said, trying not to smile at the comical expression on his face. "I mean, despite your skill in the ring, a woman like me could actually render you weak and unable to move. It must be pretty annoying. You wait until the other wrestlers hear about this..."
"Firstly, you didn't get the better of me, you surprised me is all. Secondly, there is no way on earth I'm gonna to let you blab about this to the other guys. And thirdly, maybe most importantly, did you say a woman like you?" He moved even closer to her and smiled from a space of maybe two inches. "From what I learned about you last night, honey, you ain't a woman. At least, not yet."
Amy's mouth dropped open at his confident statement and she felt her face heat under his steady gaze. "That's not...you can't...you can't say things like that!"
"I can't?" he said, looking vaguely surprised. "But I just did."
"You shouldn't."
"Aw, why not sweetheart? I do love to see that beautiful colour on your face, and then there's the way your mouth sort of hangs open like that. It's in just the perfect position..." he tailed off and leaned in to claim her lips, his mouth closing over the 'o' of hers completely, his tongue instantly sweeping inside before she could even think about closing her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed as the pleasurable sensations flooded through her and she responded to his kiss just as she had the previous night. She felt him tug her so she was flush against him and pull her hands up to his shoulders, before releasing them so she could make up her mind where she wanted to put them.
She loved the width of his shoulders and how solid he felt and her arms looped around his neck, holding him to her firmly as if she were afraid this wasn't really happening and he would simply disappear in a puff of smoke. But the feel of his tongue stroking slowly against hers was very real, as was the feel of his massive arms closing around her body, one hand cupping the back of her head and the other running up and down her back.
The kiss moved from gentle to urgent in the blink of an eye and Mark found he couldn't get enough of her. He had thought it might have been his imagination the night before when he had thought she tasted sweet, but it wasn't. No amount of imagination on his part could have conjured up how this girl tasted, or how responsive she was to each change of pressure his lips made as he deepened the kiss. He drew back suddenly to take a breath of air, realising he had stopped breathing as he savoured the flame of desire that was coursing through him.
Amy made a soft sound of disappointment when he pulled back and reluctantly raised her eyelids, staring into the dark green eyes so close to her. Mark smiled at her drowsy expression and dropped a soft kiss on her swollen lips, unable to help himself from bestowing the small caress. "Are you okay, darlin'?" he asked, moving his mouth across her jaw and down the side of her neck.
"Mmm," Amy murmured, the only sound she could make as his lips travelled to the curve between neck and shoulder and nibbled at her, making her shiver at the sensations this caused.
Mark lifted his head and gave her a dazzling smile. "Discovered a sensitive spot, did I? Let's try that again," he said, dropping his head to her neck again and using his tongue and teeth on the smooth skin, making her writhe against him as passion made itself known to her for the first time ever. He kept at it until he couldn't bear her movements any more, her hips pressed against his so tightly that each tiny wriggle she gave made his aroused flesh harden even more until it was almost painful.
The speed with which Amy found herself laying on her own should have made her feel insulted, but she was in too much of a daze to feel anything much except for astonishment. She turned her head to see what Mark was doing and found him laying on his stomach, his hands clutching the sides of his head as he drew in huge gulps of air. She frowned and wondered if he was alright, because he was acting as if he were in pain.
"Are you okay?" she asked softly, reaching out a hand to touch his arm. Before she could make contact his hand shot out and grabbed hers, stopping her from touching his body in any way.
"Don't touch me just yet, honey. I can promise that, if you do, you will remain a virgin for about five seconds!" he said, turning his head and seeing the confusion she couldn't hide. He chuckled and closed his eyes briefly. "Honey, I haven't been this turned on and actually had to stop for about twenty years. If you touch me, I am not gonna to be able to help myself. Do you understand?"
"Oh," she said softly, embarrassed by how frank he could be. Then she realised that it had been her who had put him in his current state, and she felt a sense of elation. To think that this incredibly sexy man was almost out of control and all because of her. She smiled at the thought.
Mark opened his eyes and saw the smile, finding an answering one turning up his lips as his body finally began to relax. "What are you smiling about? You proud of yourself or something?"
Amy jumped when he spoke because she had been lost in thought and she turned her eyes to his. Her smile widened. "Actually I am, a bit."
"Oh yeah? You think reducing me to this condition is something to be proud of?" he asked as he slowly sat up.
"Well, yes. Sort of," she said softly, watching his huge body move from its prone position, her appreciation of his physique plain to see in her eyes.
Mark smiled at her, his eyes narrowing. "See anything you like?"
Amy blushed but lifted her chin and stared him straight in the eye, trying to look superior to him. "Not really. You have a beer gut and your...your ears are enormous. Nothing to like there, really."
His eyes widened at her words. He patted his stomach and sucked it in a touch, trying to look worried and failing miserably. "I do not have a beer gut and, as for my ears, well they may be enormous but they go with everything else on my body, honey." He gave her one of his dazzlingly sexy grins and waited for her response. He didn't have to wait long. Her cheeks went a deep scarlet and her mouth dropped open. His rumbling laughter made her slap his arm.
"You're terrible...the things you say!"
"Yep, I know. But you do rise to the bait so beautifully, darlin', I just can't resist," he said, still smiling. He looked at his watch and sighed. "I guess we better get moving, we both have work to do."
He pulled Amy up with him when he stood, bending to give her a brief kiss that left her wanting more. "I'll walk you back up to Vince's office," he said, taking her hand and leading her from the room. Amy was sad to end their lunch, but she knew he would have to get back to work and she had to finish mending what she now knew were his trousers. She wondered if he would ask to see her again, but secretly thought it was unlikely. No matter how much he had enjoyed her company, she knew she wasn't like the women he would usually be seen with. Still, hope was a wonderful thing.
When they walked into the office they found Vince sitting at his desk, frowning over some paperwork. He looked up as soon as the door opened and gave Amy a smile, frowning at Mark. "Where have you been? I was getting worried about Amy and nobody had seen her."
"Sorry about that, but I didn't realise I needed your permission to feed her. We were only in my dressing room," Mark said, surprised at Vince's reaction. But he supposed he had good reason to worry about this particular girl, what with her past and everything.
"You don't need my permission. It would just have been nice to know her whereabouts. So you had lunch then? In your dressing room? Alone?" Vince asked, narrowing his eyes at Mark.
"Ahem, I am here, you know. You could ask me!" Amy said, staring from one man to the other in confusion.
"Of course I could honey," Vince said, his tone softer when he spoke to her. "Did you have a nice lunch, then?"
"Yes, thank you. Mark made us a picnic," she said, smiling at the huge man standing in the doorway. Vince watched as Mark's expression softened as he stared at Amy, returning the smile.
"A picnic? In his dressing room?"
"Yes and it was really lovely. He even got champagne," Amy said, sounding excited still by the small gesture.
"Not that she liked the stuff," Mark said.
"It tasted a bit like vinegar, to be honest. But he gave me a cola instead."
"Mmm. Did he give you anything else?" Vince asked, making her swing her eyes back to him and frown.
"Like what?" she asked, wondering why her Godfather looked so tense all of a sudden.
"Well, you know, I can't help noticing that every time you go off somewhere alone with him, you come back with strange marks on you. Yesterday it was the rash on your chin, today it's the mark on your neck." He nodded to her neck and Amy instantly put her hand up to where Mark had been kissing her, gasping as she realised he must have left his brand on her. "Care to explain that, Mr Calloway?"
"Ain't nothing to explain bossman. Last time I looked, she was an adult."
"Last time you looked? What the hell does that mean?" Vince asked, his voice hardening as he stood up to glare at Mark.
Amy was stunned by this turn of events and quickly stood in front of Vince, trying to block his view of Mark. "Vince, it's okay. He didn't do anything to me, we just...er..."she broke off as her embarrassment almost choked her. Vince relented when he saw her face.
"I'm sorry, Peaches. It's hard for me to stop worrying about you, you know?"
"I know. But Mark wouldn't ever hurt me, you know that, you know him."
"Yeah, I know." He gave her a smile and ran his thumb down her cheek before looking up at the younger man. "I'm sorry Mark, I shouldn't have jumped down your throat like that."
Mark had been watching Amy calm Vince down and smiled. "It's okay, you were worried about her. That's not a bad thing. I'll make sure to let you know where I've taken her next time, okay?"
Amy turned to look at him when he said this, her heart leaping up into her throat at the thought that he might actually want to see her again. She was shocked when he moved towards her and bent to kiss her right in front of Vince, not reticent about showing his affection.
"Hey, I might not be angry any more, but if I see that tongue make one tiny appearance I'll throw you through the window!" Vince said, raising his voice and glaring at Mark again, only not seriously this time.
Mark grinned, giving Vince a sidelong look and then dropping another kiss on her startled mouth. His fingers brushed gently over her neck, running over the faint bruise that still remained and then towards her shoulder, where the mark he had made was. He smiled wickedly when he studied it, brushing it with his thumb before he moved away from her and then left the room, winking at Amy as he did so.
