Marcus’ POV
I wait, the last bit of my bread between my thumb and forefinger, just in front of her lips, seeing if she’ll continue the game she started with me.
Her gaze flicks from the bread to me and back again before she slowly parts her lips and leans forward, taking the bread between her teeth and biting down. Her tongue snakes over my fingers as she closes her lips over them, sucking the butter from my digits as I swallow down the groan that tries to crawl up my throat.
Inching back from my hand, she swallows as she holds my gaze, her cheeks slightly flushed as her tongue flicks over her lips, cleaning them of crumbs, that one movement making the slowly deflating semi I’m sporting, hard as a rock all over again.
‘It’s good right?’ I murmur, leaning toward her, catching the hitch
