Tempting Marcus: Hallow Falls Series (Romance Bunnies)
Tempting Marcus: Hallow Falls Series – Chapter 2

It’s been quiet over at my neighbor’s place for the last few days but I have my eyes locked on that house every second that I’m home. I grin when I think of our last showdown. I shouldn’t try to get her pissed but I can’t say that I will ever stop.

It’s too much fun watching her lose her mind. She stiffens up and her green eyes sparkle with so much fire that my dick comes to life and starts begging to get out. Ever since she moved in to the house across from me, all I’ve thought about, dreamed about and wanted was her.

She won’t give me the time of day though. So I’ve had to get creative. A fact which has not endeared me to her. But I need her attention. Need to see her. When I go for a whole day without seeing her, it feels like I’m about to snap. Like I’m so on edge that I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t get my daily fix.

She’s so different from any woman I’ve ever met. Her black glasses perch on the edge of a dainty nose and frames her sea green eyes like a picture frame. Her cheeks are lightly tanned naturally and she’s got the tiniest little pattern of freckles on her nose and cheeks. Not really apparent unless you’ve stared at her gorgeous face, memorizing every line and curve.

She’s smart and a bit of a snarky little thing and I’m here for it. I love it when she snaps back at me. So much that I actively try to piss her off just so that I can see that fascinating mind of hers come up with a snippy remark to take me down a peg.

I don’t mind. It fucking lights up my insides like a firecracker going off. It gets me hard as hell and all I can picture is her lying across my bed while I tear into her like a maniac, devouring her body and consuming her soul until she’s locked to me for the rest of our lives.

She’s mine. I knew it as soon as she opened those luscious red lips of hers and told me off.

Knew it as soon as she straightened those naughty librarian glasses on her pert little nose and turned around, her lush hips swaying back and forth like a metronome inviting my eyes to follow the movement.

If she knew the dreams I’ve had about her, she’d run screaming into the night, terrified of what’s coming.

Thank god she can’t read my mind! My dirty, dirty mind full of dirty, dirty fantasies that all feature her curves and my hard body.

I grab a beer out of my fridge and stand at my kitchen sink, opening it and sipping it slowly, watching Garland’s house. I wish I had x-ray vision. Wish I knew what to do to get her to come out that door and walk across to my house across the street, knock on my door and beg me to fuck her. Put my dirty hands on her silky shirt and drag it off her shoulders. Slap those same hands on her ass in one of those tight-fitting skirts she likes to wear and drag it up over her thighs and ass until she’s exposed to my greedy damn eyes. Until I can drop to my knees, rip her white cotton panties in two and yank them off. Then bury my face in her creamy thighs until I can barely breathe and I’m sucking up her sweet juices, moaning at the taste and scent of her.

My one hand drifts down and pulls down my zipper, grabbing my aching cock in hand and roughly squeezing. I close my eyes with a groan, picturing her on her knees in my kitchen, her glasses perched on her nose and her red lips open, her little tongue licking up and down my rigid length until she takes me in the wet heat of her mouth and sucks me down.

Her moans and sighs ring in my ears as I feel my cock jerking wildly and then I come like a firehose right there in the middle of my kitchen.

Grabbing some paper towels, I grin at how appalled she would be that I did the S.E.X. in the middle of the kitchen and not in a dark room or something.

I bet she even spells the word sex instead of saying it. She’s that naive. Or innocent. My spent dick immediately surges again when I think about the fact that she might never have let any man have her. I know it makes me a dick to even think something like that. I’m not a virgin and I haven’t claimed to be since I had my first sexual experience at sixteen. I’ve got a fair amount of happy women under my belt. Not to boast but I love women. Love to make them feel good. Love to lose myself in their soft curves. And then go home to my regular life. Everybody knows the deal and everybody’s happy. Gets what they want. I don’t mess with anyone that doesn’t know what’s going on.

But that’s not what I want from Garland. My beagle whines from his crate. I turn and smile at him. “I know, buddy. Just a few more minutes.”

We’re working on crate training. I left him out when I went to work and he’s been steadily shredding my furniture and anything else he can get his little teeth on. He’s only a baby, sixteen weeks old, but he needs to know that it’s not good to trash the house.

My tanned cheeks flush a dark hue when I think about what he heard. I’m no animal but it’s hard, literally, when I know she’s right out there, just a short distance away but it could be miles for how close it actually is. I don’t have a prayer of actually getting her attention.

Garland’s made it plain what she thinks of me from the very beginning and I’ve done my level best to get her attention. I’ve driven my car through here at all hours of the day and night, gunning the muscle car’s engine, picturing the way her full red lips will twist. The way her eyes behind her dark-framed glasses will darken, her gorgeous sea-green eyes narrowed on me like she wishes she could laser me into oblivion.

I sigh and run my fingers through my disheveled hair, staring out the window, the longing I’ve had for her since the first time I saw her hitting me like a ton of bricks right to the gut.

Groaning, I lean on the counter and cross my arms, laying my head on them. This is a total cluster-fuck. She hates me. I can’t stop dreaming and thinking about her. I know she just wants me to go away. I swear to god, I can’t stop. I’m a miserable damn sot and if I don’t see some kind of reaction from her soon, I may lose my mind. God forbid what might happen then. One of my fantasies involves running across the street and when she opens the door, throwing her over my shoulder, hauling her pretty ass out of there and making love to her until she’s screaming my name and begging for mercy.

Which she won’t get from me. How can I let her go when every damn cell in my body tells me that she’s mine?