Marc and Angie Deleted Scene #02
Angie
I wasn’t sure what to expect for my birthday. I wore plaid shirt that buttoned up the front. I’d noticed the increased appreciation from males when I wore that pattern. I had no idea what attracted them to it, but with the chilly fall weather, I didn’t mind the extra layer.
I had the fire stoked up high and the buzzer from the kitchen set. I could rewind it three times before I had to be home for the party Georgie was forcing on everyone. I also had a beer that I’d taken from the restaurant, but I planned to let Marc have it and drink the water I’d brought. I didn’t care for the taste of beer.
I heard his steps outside, but I still moved toward the escape hole on the other side of the clubhouse in case I was wrong. I couldn’t be caught in here with Marc, but I also didn’t want to be caught in here alone either. Another girl had been raped up on the bike path with only the same vague description of the man. It was scary.
“Coming in.”
I let my smile shine as his blue eyes locked on mine and for an instant, the world shifted under our feet.
Marc came inside and secured the tarp, grinning. “That’s why.”
“Why what?” I asked, admiring him in the firelight. He appeared taller, if that was possible. He had already towered over me.
“Why you’re the one,” he stated, taking off his jacket after setting down a small bag. “After a welcome like that, I can’t see anyone else.”
I giggled, blushing. I heard things like that all the time, but when it came from Marc, my insides became mush.
“So what are we doing tonight?” I asked, unable to keep from it. I’d been considering the possibilities for weeks.
Marc delivered a roguish grin and waved me to the couch.
I flew there eagerly.
“What do you want?”
His tone was suggestive and I blushed. “What you did with her.”
Marc winced as a shudder ran the length of his body.
“No.”
“Some of it?”
He sighed heavily. “Okay.”
Heart pounding, I lay down on the couch, and then looked over. “How do you want me?”
Under me.
I giggled as he frowned at my mental invasion. I liked getting his first thoughts. He hated giving them to me because he said it tested his control too much.
I slid over on the couch and when he carefully lay down, I quickly rose over him, one leg on each side. As I sank down onto a hard spot with a rush of need, I forgot what I’d been about to tease him with.
“I’m not going to touch you,” he stated tensely.
I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling his pounding heart, and said, “Please?”
Marc groaned, hands coming up to capture my hips so he could grind against me in the way he knew I liked.
Eager to discover what else he’d done with Jeanie that I might like, I leaned down to kiss him, mashing us together.
