Marksman POV

They bumped into something and there was a dull thud as something else fell to the floor. Neither of them stopped to investigate.

“Forget the lights,” Marksman murmured against her lips. “Tell me where your bedroom is.”

“The door at the end of the hall.”

The man knew how to follow directions and they made it to the bedroom with no further property damage.

Marksman tossed her on the bed and then followed her down, laying his body over hers and settling between her thighs so they could both get the sweet, delicious friction they so desperately needed.

“Oh God, yes,” she breathed, arching up into him.

“Took...