Katie would never have thought she'd be able to illicit any desire in Marcus Flint whatsoever. It wouldn't have occurred to her that this would happen or that he was even remotely attracted to her. The chemistry was undeniable, even drunk. Thoughts of Oliver drifted to the back of her mind and this was no longer about him or anything. It was about her and the fact that she actually wanted Marcus Flint. She really, really wanted him. Her body was thrumming, pulsing, and so filled with need that it actually hurt.
Watching his eyes darken had her smiling. She was bringing this out in Marcus Flint. It would be a battle between them. Like everything else. Both were very much strong willed and not about giving in. His fingers banded around her wrist, she slid a leg up his, easily responding to everything. No. It definitely wasn't supposed to be like this. Her mind was fizzled, everything seemed to be spinning a bit but she couldn't seem to stop or even want to stop.
She groaned against his lips, fingers managing to find warm skin under his tee. Her legs wrapped instinctively around him, loving him supporting her. She tugged at his tee, only breaking their kiss to pull it over his head, pressing her body against his. Her hands wound their way around his neck, lips finding his as they ended up in his bedroom.
Letting out a squeak of surprise when he dropped her, she felt a momentary flare of nausea but was fairly certain she'd just moved to quickly. His kiss was fierce and claiming, the passion sizzled between them and if she'd been in her right mind, it probably would have worried her. Instead, she was enjoying it. Breaking a way, her hands found the band of his jeans, sliding her long legs around his, she grinned. "You have too many clothes on," she whispered.