Page 56 of Catching the Mistletoe

“Mmm.” He nuzzled my neck, and I sighed. God, it had only been three days since the Gala night in Denver and I’d never had so many orgasms. Being woken by Mack’s hands on me was a new delight I was already getting used to. He cupped my breast, rubbing at my nipple, smiling against my lips when I gasped.

“You’re insatiable.”

“You complaining?” His voice was a low rumble, making me shiver.

“Nope.” Arching my back, I pressed against him. He was hard and throbbing and I wondered if he would finally let me touch him today. Sliding my hand down his rock hard abs and lower, I huffed out a breath of frustration when his fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hand away. “Hey...”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“We do this my way, remember? You agreed.”

“Humph.” I was annoyed, because I reeeeally wanted to touch him, really wanted to give him some of the pleasure he was giving me, but I gave in. If the man wanted to wake me daily with toe curling orgasms, who was I to complain?

“Good girl.”

Well, that had my blood heating. What the fuck was it about a broody, hot cowboy calling you a good girl that was such a turn on? His hand slid down my stomach, slipping into my pyjama pants and between my legs.

“God, that feels so good.” Mack had turned me into a mass of quivering need, and I didn’t care one bit. I was becoming shamelessly addicted to his touch. The way he teased me, just like that, with the exact right amount of pressure to inflame me, without pushing me over the edge too fast.

“Open your legs a little wider.”

I did, and he slipped a finger inside me, his thumb still rubbing my clit. “Oh fuuuuck.”

“Mmm.”

“More.”

“More, what?”

“Fingers.”

“So impatient.”

“Come on, Mack, please.”

He slid another finger inside me, his movements slow and measured, his eyes locked on mine. “Like that?”

“Yes.” God, it felt amazing. His fingers filling me, his thumb rubbing my clit, his other hand caressing my breast.

“Eyes on me, Arabella.”

It was hard to keep my eyes open, with Mack working his magic, but I did. It was worth it, to see the heat in his eyes, to feel his cock pulsing against me. “Please, Mack.”

“Soon.”

I was gasping now, my whole body throbbing, aching for release. He started to rub faster and I couldn’t hold back, my eyes rolling back as the pleasure surged through me. By the time I came down, Mack was kissing me, his tongue tangling with mine.

“You are amazing.”

“Glad you think so.”

“So, are we, you know, doing the deed today?”

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