Page 23 of Broken
“I like to fuck. You like to fuck.” She was lying. Not to herself, but to him. She’d always kept the vibe chill. No point changing things up now. But he was right, there was something magnetic about their chemistry that fed off each other.
“You know what I’ve missed most about our hookups?” she asked as she pulled out the hair scrunchie.
“You let your hair grow,” he murmured. “It’s beautiful.”
Before she could re-tie her hair, he sunk his fingers into her scalp and ran them through her waves. “You’ve got a mane, like a lioness.”
She shot him a quick smile. “More to yank on.”
Desperate to feel his hard body against hers, she stepped close and caressed his striated shoulders. Sparks flew through her. Staring into his eyes turned her crazy with need. His lids were hooded, the frustration between his eyebrows was gone… a thing of the past.
Even in her four-inch stiletto boots, she had to push up on her toes. Mac had to be six three or four. She pressed her cheek against his scruffy beard, closed her eyes, and breathed him in.
A delicious mix of sex and shampoo and Mac.
My calming aphrodisiac.
He broke away, and her heart dipped. Her silly, stupid heart had no business being in the Virgin suite. She was no virgin and they weren’t about to role play a scene. Tonight, was all about sex, sex, and more sex.
“What have you missed the most?” he asked, parroting her question back to her.
“Your cock deep inside me,” she whispered.
His gritty groan rumbled through her, setting off a series of mini-explosions that travelled to the tight spot between her legs.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded. “I’m gonna fuck you with my mouth.”
Ohgod, yes.
“We’ve never done that before,” she replied. “You sure you want—”
“Yes,” he hissed.
His eyes drilled into hers, the growl in his voice had her sucking down another breath.
“You fucked up when you skipped town. Payback time.”
“Eating me feels more like a reward than a punishment, but hey, not gonna argue.”
After she lay on her back, he stood there peering down at her. The intensity in his eyes had her swallowing down another moan. He took his time, letting his gaze roam over every inch of her naked body. Being under Mac’s microscope was a little overwhelming. He was a large man—and all muscle. His massive size made him an intimidating beast, but she never felt that way around him. She felt safe, like she could trust him with her life, and he would protect her from harm.
When he finished eye-fucking her, he fished something from his pants pocket. She wanted to ask him if he liked what he saw, but when he turned back, he dangled nipple clamps in the air.
“I brought you another present,” he said matter-of-factly.
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth while her heart kicked up speed. “Now, you’re just spoiling me.”
His smile melted her.
Gorgeous.
No one man should bethatruggedly handsome. He had the kind of bone structure that could sell magazines, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. A beautiful smile, piercing eyes, and a granite body that did not quit. Mac was an Adonis, and for one perfect night, he was all hers.
He sat on the edge of the bed and started to place a clamp on her nipple.
“Whoa, cowboy,” she said pushing his hand away. “Don’t you want to adjust those first?”
“I never changed them from the last time we played.”
