Free Merry & Seduced by Shelley Munro Page B

“Kissing you, touching you is not part of my job description.”
    “Excellent.” Marcus led her back inside and came to a halt in the kitchen. “The dishes are done.”
    “My friends would have done them,” Amme said.
    “I think I’ll keep them around. My friends would never think of cleaning up after dinner.”
    Amme wove their fingers together. “Maybe you need new friends.”
    He tugged her closer, his pulse rate high jumping as he studied her. Her features were neat and perfect and her skin didn’t bear a single blemish. Amme was stunning and he couldn’t wait to run his hands over the curves he’d seen on display when she wore her bikini.
    Her eyes widened as he backed her against the kitchen counter. Once she was trapped, he cupped her jaw with both hands and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were cold but they moved under his and parted when he traced the seam with the tip of his tongue. Sweet. She tasted of wine and a hint of chocolate. When she let out a tiny groan and softened, he took the kiss deeper and buried his fingers in her hair, plundering her mouth and enjoying the hell out of the act. Long moments later, he lifted his head and grinned when she breathed hard. He rubbed his nose against hers then kissed her again, using every bit of his skill, his hands skimming down to settle on her hips.
    He notched his cock against her softness and rocked, his blood pounding hotly through his veins. Damn. He’d spent a weekend with an old friend a couple of weeks ago and the sex had been hot and fulfilling. But something about this woman took his desire to another level. He wanted her in his bed. He wanted her naked. He wanted her now .
    A mme was sure her main processing unit flew offline when Marcus started kissing her. Her brain ceased to process the separate emotions and sensations, and she wallowed in the pleasure of his touch, hanging on to his shoulders for purchase. Luckily, the rigid counter at her back helped prop her upright, otherwise she feared she’d end in a wet puddle at his feet.
    He lifted his mouth, parting their lips, and she saw his brown gaze appeared lighter than usual, almost amber. Pretty.
    “Come to my bedroom,” he whispered.
    Never had words sounded so sweet and enticing. She found herself nodding, her processing unit still sluggish. He twined his fingers with hers and tugged her from the kitchen. He switched off lights as they made their way to the stairs, and she tried to input information into her brain. It didn’t stick. She’d ask Camryn tomorrow if this was normal with human sex. Her brain had never hiccupped in this manner before.
    “I should check on Autumn,” Amme said. At least her main processing unit wasn’t switching off this part of her—the purpose for which she was conceived and her enhancements prioritized.
    “We’ll both do it,” Marcus whispered.
    She watched him as he studied his daughter, able to discern his baffled yet tender expression in the dim light. The appearance of a daughter might have shocked him, but he appeared determined to do his best. The knowledge warmed her through and made her like him even more.
    “She is in a deep sleep. I doubt she will awaken tonight,” Amme said.
    “How do you know?”
    “I have a lot of experience with children,” Amme whispered. “Besides, even if she does prove me wrong, we will hear her.”
    “I bow to your experience.”
    “I don’t require that,” Amme said.
    Marcus chuckled and caressed her cheek. “I enjoy your quaint expressions.”
    Amme frowned inside. Was this good or bad? The last thing she wanted was to put herself or her friends in danger. Nanu had slipped with his English tonight. No doubt Ry would remind him not to lapse again.
    “My bedroom,” he reminded her.
    “Wait. I want to try out my lingerie,” Amme said.
    “Aren’t you wearing it?”
    “Some,” Amme said. “But I have special night lingerie.”
    “Tomorrow,” Marcus said as he hustled her past her bedroom door.