Page 20 of Sweet Spot

Chapter Fourteen

Chase

Macy stretchedout on her bed, but there was a certain amount of nervousness in the sweet smile she cast my direction. I lay down on my side next to her. I leaned over and kissed her lips lightly. "First of all, you need to relax."

"Right." She took a deep breath, a breath that pushed her breasts snugly against her tank shirt. This sure as hell was going to be a test of my self-control. But I'd told myself on the drive over that I wasn't going to do anything to mess this up. I wanted to get to know Macy, both emotionally and physically, and I couldn't remember the last time I felt that way about any woman. But when it came to sex, we were from two different worlds, and there was no way I was going to bring her into my world by pushing her too fast. She had way too many things to discover first about her own needs. And I was going to help her find them.

I moved slowly at first, pushing her shirt up above her bra.

Macy popped her head off the pillow and stared down at her exposed stomach. "Just checking. Nope. It doesn't say fragile or handle with care, remember?"

I smiled and felt just a little embarrassed. She was right. I was treating her like she was a priceless piece of porcelain, never touched by human hands.

"Macy, has a man ever made you come before?"

She bit her bottom lip. I worried I'd just asked the wrong question. She shook her head without lifting it from the pillow.

I leaned down and kissed her, gently stroking her lips with my tongue. "May I do the honors, then?"

"Yes," she said it quietly, but there was no hesitation.

I pushed her hair back and kissed her neck. "Then relax," I whispered. My breath against her skin caused a shiver to race through her. How badly I wanted her to be naked in my arms when her body trembled like that.

"Can I take off your shirt and shorts?"

Without a verbal answer, she helped me slip her tank shirt off. I reached down and undid the button on her shorts. Her hands reached down. I waited to see if she was planning to stop me. Instead, she shimmied out of the shorts, leaving behind a pale pink pair of panties, sheer enough to give me a tantalizing view of her pussy.

I raked my gaze over her. My cock was jammed tight against my fly. I tried hard to ignore it. "You are just like one of your own confections. Sweet and mouthwatering."

"You always say the oddest things. And yet, every time I think—that works. Sexy, smooth and silver-tongued. A good combination."

I lowered my face over her and tugged down the cup of her bra to reveal her breast. Her nipple tightened into a rosy bud as I pressed a kiss against it. It hardened more as my tongue drew circles around it. Macy arched her back, letting me know she wanted more. Which I was happy to give. As badly as I wanted her, I was thrilled out of my fucking mind about showing her things she had never experienced.

The quiet moans my kisses and caresses were causing made my cock so hard, at one point, I had to stop and grit my teeth against the ache.

Macy looked up at me with round eyes. "Is everything all right? Was that it?" She had no idea the effect she was having on me, which made her that much more adorable. I was in a whole new territory here, and I was loving every second of it.

"Nope, we've just begun." I brought my mouth back up to her lips and kissed her as my hand trailed over her belly. She wriggled a bit. She was ticklish. Of course. How could someone so fucking cute not be ticklish. I moved slowly again, cautiously, ready for her to say no as my hand journeyed toward her panties. This time she did reach down and take hold of my wrist. The disappointment made me feel as if someone had deflated all the oxygen from my body.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I guess I'm feeling a little self conscious. I wish the sun was down, so the room could be dark."

"I think I've got an idea. Do you have a scarf?"

Her brows bunched together in confusion. "On the hook in the closet."

My raging erection hampered my movement, but I reached the closet and returned to the bed with a silk scarf in my hands. I motioned for her to lift her head from the pillow.

She gasped as I moved to tie the scarf around her eyes like a blindfold. I stopped before tying the knot. "This way it'll be dark. Should I continue?"

"Dark on my side, yes, but you'll be able to see me, all of me."

"I know."

The scarf was still wrapped around her eyes. "You're smiling like a big ole' Cheshire cat right now, aren't you?"

"Sure am."

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