Marked. Part II: Becoming Noah Baxter by J. M. Sevilla

crumpling the paper and my hand. The outer edges of his lips break out across his face into a smile that makes his eyes glow, “You're so fucking cute when you're mad.”
    I try to rip my hand away but Jay holds on tighter, pulling me into him and wrapping his arms around me, bringing his nose and mouth to the top of my head. He groans as he inhales me. I become limp in his warm arms, pressing my body closer to his, willing myself not to become a blubbering mess. I inhale him just as deeply, allowing his arms to cage me in. 
    Mm, he smells the same, like masculinity with a dash of mystery and a spice that I've never been able to figure out.
    I can't believe I'm in his warm, powerful arms again.
    One of his hands moves up to feel the side of my face, his thumb trailing my lips before bringing it around to comb through my hair and then compress my head firmly against his body. I wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life.
    “I'm just going to go to my office,” Ben informs us as he walks across the marble floor.
    I pull back just enough to turn my head in his direction, “This isn't your office?”
    Jay laughs his deep barrel laugh that rumbles inside his body, shaking mine, “You should have been a reporter. I've never met anyone that asks as many questions as you do.”
    “ No, sweetheart. My real office is over there.”
    I follow his finger to the only door on the right wall. My body curves around Jay, holding onto his biceps for support to watch Ben retreat behind it. I want to follow him and see what his real office looks like.
    “I'll show it to you later,” Jay offers, reading my thoughts.
    I curve back in and beam up at him, “I love how well you–”
    I'm cut off by Jay's mouth attacking mine, forcefully and rough, his scruff grating my skin.
    I drape my arms around his neck and pull my body up. Jay takes hold of my ass, giving it a firm squeeze before lifting it so I can wrap my legs around him, smashing our bodies as tight as they can get.
    My arms circle his neck to the point that I can practically clasp my hands together in the front. His arms do the same, crushing me so hard to him that the air almost gets knocked out of me. Somewhere during all this our tongues have laced together, working their magic. Eventually we have to stop or we'll pass out from lack of oxygen, but neither of us does. Air seems unimportant right now; kissing is way more vital.
    I'm surprised when I'm the first to break away. Both our chests are hitting the other from our over excited breathing. I begin kissing every square inch of his face, his scruff like sandpaper on my chin and lips; I love it just as much now as I did the first time I felt it.
    I didn't even know we had been moving until my back is slammed down on one of Ben's couches with Jay crashing down on me. His calloused hands feel the skin under my shirt and an “ah” escapes my lips. I had forgotten the pleasurable tingles his touch brings me. Another one slips out when he sucks and bites along my neck. His mouth and tongue move along my jaw, his hands going from light strokes to kneading into my flesh as they re-familiarize themselves with my body. My nails are digging into his shoulders, fighting the overpowering urge to rip his clothes off. His mouth's sucking hard on the skin under my ear, no doubt leaving a mark. I wonder if he's purposely doing that, marking what's his? Does he even view me as his anymore? I hate the uncertainty I always seem to have with our relationship. I need to get over my insecurities.
    There is a rapping noise from the main door, but Jay doesn't stop his mouth from finding mine.
    The door handle clicks and a male clears their throat, “Sir?”
    “ Fuck off!” Jay growls into my mouth.
    A hiccup of a giggle escapes from my mouth and he smiles along my lips.
    “Main level security has some question about the memo you sent out.”
    “ Of course they fucking do,” Jay mumbles. He pushes himself up and off the couch, swiping