Chapter Seventy-Three - Time For Love

Cara felt a little bolder and pulled him towards her. In her excitement, she had quite forgotten how heavy he was and lost her balance and tumbled onto the bed with him. “Oh, did you get hurt?” she asked, looking worried. Marcus laughed and pinned her with his weight, his eyes dancing with mirth. 

“Nope. I’m fit as a fiddle,” he breathed, his hot breath fanning her face. With his face inches away from hers, she forgot to breathe. A crazy sense of need surged through her body making her desperate for fulfillment. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to exert so much pressure,” she whispered, gazing back at him. 

“No worries, babe! You’ve made my work easier. We’re already there where we belong, in each other’s arms,” he whispered