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Sarena’s heart pounded away as she finished putting the last details on her makeup. She didn’t want to put on too much and wanted to keep it light and natural. Tonight, Marcas had invited her over for dinner but she was sure there would be much more on the table than just food.
She glanced down at her watch. Fifteen minutes until she needed to be at his home. She blew herself a kiss, hit the light switch, and left her bathroom. Due to his confession on her porch, she knew he loved her in her heels so she’d ensure she wore a pair tonight.
She slid her feet into her shoes and moved to stand in front of her floor-length mirror. She kept her outfit simple since she was just going to his home and released a snort. If he had his way, her clothes wouldn’t be on for long.
She didn’t have a problem with that.
No, not at all.
The sound of the doorbell filled the air.
“Who could that be?” she muttered and made her way down the stairs. She wasn’t expecting anyone and she knew that her best friend, Ronnie, had picked up an extra shift tonight. “Coming,” she called.
She walked over to the front door and peeked through the peephole.
Marcas.
“Marcas,” she breathed as she opened the door.
He stood there in a t-shirt that molded to his chest, displaying his well-defined muscles. His jeans hung low on his waist, and he leaned against her doorframe. His intense gaze made her breath catch in her throat.
“What are you doing here?”
Her nipples tingled while he perused every inch of her body, stopping at her heels. Her leopard-print heels were one of her favorites. His eyes darkened and met hers again.
He approved of her shoe choice.
“Well, I didn’t want you to have to walk over to my place alone for our non-date dinner,” he murmured.
“Our non-date dinner?” She raised her eyebrows. She smirked and crossed her arms in front of her chest, propping her door open with her hip. He could call it want he wanted, but it was a damn date. “Because you don’t date.”
“Nope, but I can feed my neighbor, though.” The corner of his lips curved up in a faint smile.
“Because that’s just what good neighbors do,” she whispered and met his heated gaze.
His attention dropped down to the swell of her breasts that were on display from the low-cut shirt. Any place that his gaze touched had her body heating up. She bit her lip and stared at him. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to make it through the damn dinner. Her fingers itched to tear his clothes off so she could have her wicked way with his god-like body.
She dropped her own attention down to the bulge in his jeans and bit back a groan. “Well, let me grab my keys, neighbor.”
She turned and held the door open for him. He stepped across the threshold, and she ran over to the couch and grabbed her phone and purse. She spotted her keys on the table by her front door.
“I hope you’re bringing your appetite,” he announced as she made her way back to him.
Her gaze flew to his eyes, and his eyes darkened again. Had she mistook what he was speaking about?
Appetite?
For him?
Hell yeah, she was bringing it.
“For dinner? I’m starving.” She chuckled.
They walked out the front door. She turned and quickly locked up then turned again, jumping back against the door.
Marcas was right behind her, trapping her between his hard body and the door. His finger tipped her chin up so she could look into his eyes.
“I wasn’t talking food, but I do hope you brought your appetite for that, too,” he said.
