Page 31 of Sweet Spot

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chase

Macy shiftedin the passenger seat and lifted a strand of her hair. "Do I smell like powdered sugar? I swear I can shower for an hour and still not get the smell of baked goods out of my hair." She laughed. "Guess it's a good thing I don't work at the fish market."

"And yet, I'd still find you adorable."

She turned to look at me and titled her head in disbelief. "Seriously, if I was sitting here right now with the odor of fish guts on me, you'd still think I was adorable?"

"Yep. I mean I'd probably have one of those old fashioned clothespins on my nose, but I could look past it." And I wasn't exaggerating. I was done second guessing myself when it came to Macy. The moment I saw that creep standing close to her, threatening her and throwing hurtful words at her, I wanted to tear the asshole apart. There had been other instances when I came to a woman's aid. I was never one to stand back when someone was getting physically or verbally abused, but I'd never felt such rage. It explained a lot. It explained why I couldn't stop thinking about Macy and why I'd been ignoring texts and calls and invitations from other women. I'd been like a monk for the past few weeks because I only wanted one woman. Even in my own head, it sounded completely foreign, as if someone else was thinking it. I never thought those words would cross my mind. I'd given Trey plenty of grief over his instant love for Georgie, but I'd never expected it to happen to me. I hadn't bothered to tell any of them and especially not Trey because I would never hear the end of it.

It was late on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, but the clouds on the horizon looked less than friendly as I drove along the coastal highway. "My phone says rain tomorrow, but I'm holding out hope the little rain cloud icon will turn to a sun before morning. You never know out here. A good onshore breeze can push the clouds inland before the first drop falls."

Macy pulled her gaze from the side window. "Of course, if it rains, we could always stay in all day. I'm sure we can figure out something to do."

"I like your way of thinking. You know, Macy, I'm enjoying the hell out of showing you the pleasures of an orgasm, but we don't have to jump ahead. I want you to be sure you're ready."

"I'm ready. After that horrid incident with Trevor, I asked myself why the hell I was still playing the part of the good little girl. I never wanted to wait. It was him. And after those two blissful evenings with you, I realized I was missing out on something amazing. At least it's amazing when it involves you. Something tells me it would have been nothing but disappointing with Trevor. Selfish bastard that he is."

I drove the car up the driveway to the beach house. Last year, the house had gone up for auction at a price that was too good to turn down. We'd decided to buy it as an investment property, fix it up and sell it for profit. But by the time we paid to have it fixed up, we decided it was too cool to sell.

"Oh wow," Macy stretched up to see out the windshield. "It's so pretty. Love the landscaping and the view. I can only imagine what it's like from the front of the house."

I parked the car. We climbed out and I grabbed our bags. All I could think about was twenty-four hours of Macy. I unlocked the door, and Macy shot past me to the front window. She pulled back the curtains to reveal the azure blue water and ivory white sand below. The sun was low in the sky, peering through the thickening clouds. The beach visitors had long since packed up their umbrellas and chairs for the day.

Macy turned to me. "You have a Jacuzzi on deck. Of course you do. Why wouldn't you in a place like this." The house was small compared to some of the other estates lining the beach, but we'd spared no expense in the remodel.

Macy walked into the kitchen and spun around once. "I could bake my little bottom off in a kitchen like this."

I stepped in behind her and pulled her into my arms. "I hope not." I reached down, and through the fabric of her dress, I cupped her ass in my hands. "Otherwise baking in here is off limits because I have grown really fond of this ass." She threw her arms around my neck as I lifted her. "In fact, I've grown really fond of the whole damn package."

I'd told myself to take it slow, but now that I had her all to myself for a day, I wasn't going to waste one damn minute. I carried her through the front room and down the hall to the bedroom. Trey had found the ornate wrought iron bed at an estate sale. The interior designer we hired had designed the room around it.

I lowered Macy's feet to the floor. Once again, she walked to the window and pushed back the drapes. "There is an equally stunning view from this room, but I guess you knew that."

I pulled open the drapes and opened the windows to let in the ocean breeze. "Best part about the view," I added, "is that the location of the house up on the ridge makes it impossible for people down below to see into the house. It's sort of like a one way window." I took her hand and turned her to face me. "Which means we could walk around naked all damn weekend if we were so inclined."

Macy laughed at my choice of words. "Well, are we so inclined?"

"Don't know." I pushed my mouth against hers and kissed her gently. "Why don't we start right now, and if it feels right, we'll just go with it." I kissed her again, and as I did, I reached around and unzipped her dress. I pushed the straps off her shoulders, and the dress dropped to her waist and to the floor, pooling around her ankles.

I stepped back and looked at her. The ocean breeze drifting through the window made her hair dance around her shoulders. "Take off the bra and panties." I had only unzipped her dress, but my voice was already strained as I worked hard to hold myself back.

Macy stepped out of the dress and kicked off her sandals. She reached back and unhooked her bra. She slid it off and dropped it on the floor next to her dress. Her nipples puckered instantly as my gaze swept down to her breasts. With a quick push, the panties fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them.

She held out her arms and twirled around once. When she faced me again, she stopped and pointed at me. "You're next."

I reached back and pulled off my t-shirt. I dropped my shorts, leaving only my boxer briefs, which were snug enough to leave no doubt about how her nakedness had affected me. I pushed down my underwear and my cock sprang free. She sucked in a breath and stared at my erection.

She stepped forward and wrapped her fingers around it, exploring its length with her soft palm. My pulse surged. I tightened my fists, allowing her the time but needing badly to end my agony. I'd been wanting her so badly that it had been like suffering a never ending erection for days.

Her thumb circled around the tip, spreading the pre-cum that her simple touch had already produced. She peered up at me, looking a little less sure than before. "This looks pretty daunting. Do you happen to have a beginner's size? A starter kit of sorts."

I laughed. "I'm afraid this is it." I took hold of her wrist. "But if you continue this will be over before it has started and then, contrary to popular sentiment, 'size won't matter'.”

I swept her into my arms. "I promise to be gentle." Of course, my body was pleading with me to be anything but gentle.

Two weeks of tension had built up in my muscles, especially after tasting her and feeling every inch of her, but never getting to fuck her. I would have to restrain myself, but it wasn't going to be easy.

I lowered her onto the bed. She smiled up at me. "Gentle but not too gentle. I'm a virgin, but I'm pretty sure nothing down there is breakable."

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