Chapter 27

When they parted for air, Mark took a few shallow breaths, staring down into her eyes and smiled his obliquely. "I'm glad to hear that, darlin'. But if Jason Statham DOES come asking you to marry him, I'm going to have to end his movie career."

What was with women and Statham anyway? Bald was not sexy. Long hair was. He was proof of that, he'd landed Jetta now hadn't he? Unless of course, she was deranged somehow. It was amusing, she had taken Glen's place. Her dry sense of humor never failed to make him grin or laugh.

Jetta giggled softly when she heard that and shook her head, breathing heavily. "You end his movie career and I will hurt YOU." She threatened playfully, eyes narrowed, and giggled more when he just snarled at her. "Stop it. You are the only man I want. Remember what I said? I like them tall, dark and handsome with long hair, doesn't matter the color, and beautiful green eyes. A badass with tattoos. You. I want you for the rest of my life." Jetta's blue eyes sparkled, the firelight reflecting off of them, and kissed the hollow of his neck before moving up to where her name would soon be permanently inked. "Mine."

"Mmmhmm, all yours. If you think you can handle me." He couldn't resist, seeing her smirk up at him. "Darlin', I just get better with time." As if to prove his point, he gently guided Jetta down onto the shag carpet, one massive hand running down her thigh. He didn't want to remove her lingerie, not just yet. And he didn't want just a fuck, which was always nice, he wanted to take his time and make love to her.

Something about his touch made Jetta know that this was going to be different, that he didn't want to rush or be animalistic. His touch was gentle and made her feel beautiful, smiling up at him as her blue eyes darkened. His touch did that to her and the rug was soft against her skin.

"I love you, Mark." She softly said and moaned when his lips met hers in a soft, tender kiss, his hand still burning a path up her thigh.

It was hard to believe he was hers. He was her best friend, she could cry in front of him, and he didn't judge her. Whenever she had a problem of any kind, any magnitude, he was always there to listen, to help her through it. He helped her slowly become the woman she was today, and would never be able to repay him for it.

For now, Mark was content with just touching her, watching as the light from the fire reflected off her body, casting their shadows against the wall behind them. He almost smiled, staring down at her, both hands now touching her. His rough palms glided down to her calves, feeling her muscles flexing under his touch.

"Beautiful." He murmured, gently taking her ankle in hand and raising her leg up, his eyes drifting shut as he trailed slow, leisurely kisses up her calf.

Jetta's head fell back as her eyes drifted closed, the feeling of his lips burning a trail up her calf enough to soak her panties, her entire body lighting on fire. What was he doing? Did he enjoy torturing her like this? New feelings erupted inside of her, causing her mind to spin as he proceeded to do the same thing to her other calf.

"Mark..." She breathed out, every nerve ending in her body igniting against him.

He was making her even more breathless than normal, having a feeling that was his intentions. To drive her to the brink of insanity and back again before taking her. It amazed her he hadn't ripped his gift off of her yet, though she hoped he didn't because she loved it, definitely her style.

"Hmm?" He murmured absentmindedly, moving to lavish the same attention on her other leg, refusing to leave a single inch of her untouched before he finally took her.

They had all night, she could writhe and gasp all she wanted, she would be out of her mind with desire by the time he was ready to end her blissful agony. Parting her legs, Mark moved to kneel between them, his hands running up her thighs to her hips. His fingers skimming the material of the lingerie, watching her cerulean eyes darken with passion.

Just the look in his eyes made her heart pound harder as his hands skimmed higher against her stomach and up her sides, feeling her curves and muscles. His huge hands felt like heaven and hell combined. Heaven because any part of her they touched was bliss, hell because he was currently using them to drive her insane. It was working.

"Mark, please..." She whimpered, feeling him lean down to press a kiss to the pulse point on her neck.

Pressing herself against him as he pulled back to stare into her eyes, Mark's black hair curtaining around their heads, Jetta pulled him down for another deep, heated kiss. The fire combined with him was enough to cause perspiration to form on her body, making it glisten. He was making her sweat, that's how much desire and heat was flowing through her at the moment.

"Not just yet, darlin." He whispered, tearing his lips from hers, his tongue flicking out to wet them, green eyes almost black, desire swirling in them. "Let me love you, Jetta."

He cupped the back of her neck, pulling her head up for a surprisingly tender, sweet kiss; gently raking his teeth against her lower lip before moving to her throat. His tongue skimmed her skin, tasting her, mouth fastening on one of the places he knew was an erogenous area for her. Sucking enough for her to feel it, but not enough to mar her beautiful skin.

His words sent shivers throughout her body as Jetta nodded, running her fingers through his hair as he attacked her neck, more importantly the spot just below her ear. It drove her absolutely crazy when he did that, deep moans emanating within her. He wanted to make love to her, this was definitely a first. He wasn't moving to tear her clothes off, to take her forcefully. Though she loved the roughness.

This tender, loving part was both relaxing and unnerving to her. She loved a little pain with their sexual encounters. She had a feeling tonight there would be no pain and arched her body into him, feeling his tongue and lips travel down her slender neck across her throat and proceeded to torture the other side. Slow, he was loving her and making her soaking wet with need, knowing these panties were already ruined.

He snaked one hand down her body, touching and fondling her. All of it done in a slow, methodical manner, feeling Jetta writhing underneath his administrations only lit Mark's blood on fire further. "I love you." He murmured against her throat, moving his mouth to her ear and nipping on her lobe gently.

He could smell her shampoo, smiling somewhat. Everything about her he loved. From her tattoos and foul mouth right down to the scent of her soap. He was totally, completely in love with this woman. Caressing her toned stomach, his fingers slipped down to her panty covered sex, finally cupping it with the palm of his hand, lightly grinding the heel of his palm against her.

"Oh I love you too..." She hissed between her teeth, her body completely in flames and her wet sex was begging for attention.

His heel ran up and down her slit, making the hot coil inside of her burn even more, slowly building to the point where it would spring and she would give into Mark. Always him. Jetta would always say that no other man affected her the way Mark had because it was the truth. Just a LOOK in those smoldering green eyes and she was a complete goner. That's how she knew she loved him with everything in her.

She was in love with him, had been ever since Sturgis. Just his strong presence and dominance was enough for her. Factor in his tattoos, his long beautiful black hair, and those deep penetrating green eyes that pierced her very soul...he was her perfect match in every way, the man she'd been searching for all those years during her traveling. She was only a few years younger than him too so that made it all the more better.

"Mmmm..." It was a rumble of approval; his tone dripping with pure lust, though he kept it reigned in barely.

He could feel her wetness through her panties, knowing that she was literally soaking for him making his already painfully throbbing erection give a twinge. Reluctantly, he removed his hand, bending down and peeling her lingerie up, his teeth gently catching the waistband of her panties. He reached underneath her, coaxing her hips up as he tugged down the damp garment, inhaling and groaned huskily, wanting her even more.

Jetta felt the material slip down her smooth, tanned, muscular legs, causing her body to instantly arch. She needed this fabric off of her, she wanted to feel his naked body against hers. Though she knew she couldn't remove it until he was ready.

"Mark..." She moaned out, burying her hands in his hair, feeling his lips and tongue caress her inner thighs, another hot spot for her. They were sensitive and began to tremble against him, the anticipation overflowing her, causing her toes to nearly curl. "Can't take much more baby..." She breathed out, swallowing hard, her breathing ragged.

Mark smirked when he heard that, a low growl emanating from him. Those words were the sweetest thing he had ever heard. She would take it because he wasn't through yet. Jetta enjoyed a little pain, she would be in pain, sweet pain. He couldn't resist however, the nearer he got to her sex, the harder it became to control himself. His tongue took on a mind of its own, grazing her clit which was begging for attention, his hands instantly moving to her hips to hold her still.

"Mark!" She cried out, her body incredibly sensitive from all the teasing and torture he'd put it through already with just his hands, lips and tongue. Her eyes drifted closed as her fingers left his hair reluctantly, not wanting to rip it out. It was far too beautiful as her nails dug into the rug below, crying out when his tongue slid inside of her, her walls instantly coating him with her sweet juices. First the touching and now he was doing this...Jetta was in purgatory in this man's clutches, a middle point between heaven and hell. He took her to heights no other man had and felt him slowly glide his tongue in and out of her, forcing her thighs to tense, gritting her teeth. "Oh harder...harder Mark..." She pleaded, the only man who could bring her to do that, another reason she knew he was the only one for her.

Moaning, the taste of her filling his mouth, Mark thrust his tongue up, curling the tip to brush against her sweet spot. His hands moved to her hips, parting them wider, unable to keep the groan from escaping his throat. She was addicting, so sweet…He tore his mouth away long enough to whisper in a husky voice, "Cum for me." Only to return to his feast.

"Oh yes...yes right there..." She groaned out, her legs bending as her feet planted on the rug, feeling his hands grip her sides a little tighter and began thrashing her head back and forth.

He was driving her to the point of no return! With a few more thrusts of that deliciously long tongue, Jetta felt that hot coil spring inside of her and she came hard, her entire body shuddering as her hot juices flowed into his hot, greedy and willing mouth, drinking every drop and inch of her. Jetta laid back on the rug, breathing heavily, and pressed a hand to her chest by how intense that had been. He rarely did foreplay, but when it happened, she didn't complain one damn bit. Her eyes closed as she tried calming her racing heartbeat down along with her pulse while he finished his dessert.

After making sure he had gotten everything he could from her, Mark moved slowly up her body, dropping kisses all over her before laying besides Jetta on the rug, lazily adding a few pieces of wood to the fire, not that they needed it. He was pretty heated himself and knew she probably needed a cool down. Rolling onto his side, he stared at her, watching as she calmed herself, licking his lips hungrily.