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There was no other option.
She placed her hand on the side of his greasy, painted face. Electricity scurried up her fingers, and a moan ripped out of her. She ran her tongue over her lower lip while her gaze jumped from his eyes to his mouth, and back to his eyes.
Greedy, undeniable desire sprung forth from the depths of her soul. She leaned close, pressed her mouth to his. Hit after glorious hit of pleasure powered through her. She could get lost in him for hours, and she could not—would not—wait one more second.
She pushed off him, but she didn’t turn back. There was only one direction they should go, so she would lead. It was up to him whether he would follow.
Maybe she did put a little more sway into her hips as she sashayed down the hallway. She passed the hall bath, continuing into her bedroom. Slowing, she turned on the small bedside lamp before entering the bathroom.
There, she turned on the shower, but not the lights. The bedside table lamp bathed the bathroom in a sexy glow.
As she secured her long hair in a scrunchie, he pulled up behind her. He slid his arms around her waist, kissed the back of her neck, then the sensual spot below her ear.
An ardent moan tore from her throat. He bit her lobe. Streams of desire raced through her, her blood running hot in her veins. His reflection in the mirror was sexy as hell and terrifying as fuck. He towered over her, his achingly handsome face masked by the paint. All that was visible were the whites of his eyes.
She curled shaky fingers around the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Now, topless, she waited. She’d made the first move, and the second. He could take it from there.
He turned her toward him, snaked his arms around her, and pulled her tight against him. They came together in a wild embrace. His unshaven cheek scraped against her skin like sandpaper, and she loved it. His kiss was hard, his tongue spiked against hers, the intensity stealing her breath.
She thrust her fingers into his hair, grabbed handfuls, and tugged. His growl landed in the wet space between her legs. The kiss—Ohgod, the kiss—was an explosion of energy, like fireworks on the Fourth of July. She bit his lip, raked her teeth down his tongue. She released her pent-up energy into him, and he devoured it.
“More,” he murmured.
She dragged her fingernails across his back. The brutal kiss had her growling his name. “Mac, fuck me,” she commanded.
He ended the kiss, yanked off his shirt. Then, he knelt at her feet, slid his strong, sexy hands up her thighs and inside her panties. He pulled them off her, leaned close, and kissed the area above her sex. A moan escaped from her throat.
“You smell good,” he rasped, and her insides thrummed with desire.
He untied his combat boots and stood. With his heated gaze drilling into hers, he stripped naked, his jutting erection snagging her complete attention.
All that awaited them was sweet, sweet ecstasy.
When she wrapped her hand around his cock, his smile was her reward.
Brilliant white teeth shone like a beacon on a dark, stormy sea, and her insides hummed with delight. He had the capacity to undo her with nothing more than a smile.
“I don’t have a condom,” he muttered.
“I would hope not,” she replied, and he laughed.
A blast of heat rose from her chest, past her neck, to her cheeks.
I’m a goner.
Grateful, he couldn’t see her reaction to his laughter, she left the bathroom, retrieved a condom from her night table, and returned.
She slinked up behind him, pressed her body to his, and caressed his chest. Smooth and defined, she ran her fingers down his pecs to his hard-as-fuck abs.
Then, she curled her fingers around his thick, long shaft.
“I love your touch,” he murmured.
She loved touching him, but she wasnotgonna tell him that.
He turned to face her, tilted her face toward his, dipped down and kissed her. “I’m going to give you all the pleasure, Jack. All of it… just for you.”
She didn’t believe him for a second. Every man she’d ever been with had been all about taking. It wasn’t like they didn’t take care of her needs, but she wasn’t their priority.
