Page 64 of Festive Faking
“Wasn’t exactly my best idea,” I grumbled.
A smirk teased the corner of his lips. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
I eyed him quizzically. “I am?”
“Personally, I can’t think of a better place to get you all warmed up after spending a couple of hours outdoors.”
My breathing grew shallow, and the dull throb between my thighs kicked up into high gear as the memory of him alone in the shower came to mind, followed by a pornographic vision of what it might look like with the two of us together.
Oh my.
He extended his hand, allowing me to meet him halfway. The minute our fingers touched, Mac maneuvered me until I was curled into his side, and he dipped his head to whisper huskily, “Can still hear that voice of yours loud and clear, not a single trace of hoarseness. Gonna have to keep working on that.”
The buckling of my knees had me stumbling, but Mac’s arm around my waist held strong, keeping me upright.
“Dirty girl,” he murmured. “Bet those panties are a mess. Gonna get you nice and clean.”
Jesus. Where the hell had he learned how to talk like that? Not that I was complaining because he wasn’t wrong. I could feel the slickness coating the lining of my underwear, both from my earlier release and the filthy promises of what was to come.
My hearing was muted, so I barely noticed the door latching behind us once we made our way inside.
“Come on.” A firm hand on my lower back helped to guide me through the small space until we reached the partitioned bathroom.
Mac only left my side long enough to reach into the shower and turn on the water, allowing it to heat. Gently, he eased thecoat off my shoulders before guiding my hands above my head. He made quick work of the layers, helping me to shed them one by one until I stood naked before him.
Unlike earlier, Iwantedhim to gaze upon every bared inch. But more than that, I wanted to feel him pressed against me, skin to skin.
He grabbed my face roughly and kissed me hard before pulling back with a groan. “Stop looking at me like that, or you’re gonna have me painting your pretty skin with my cum before I’m even inside you.”
“I want you, Mac.” I gripped my breasts, desperate for him to touch me.
“I don’t just want you, Aspen. Ineedyou,” he countered, stroking his stiff shaft.
There was a fleeting moment where I wondered what the difference was, but I pushed the thought away as steam filled the room.
Wait a minute . . .
“Why wasn’t there steam the night I caught you in here?” I blurted.
“God, you really don’t know?” When I merely blinked at him, he explained, “It was a cold shower.”
My brows drew down. “But why would you . . .” I still didn’t get it.
“Oh, honey.” His free hand came up to cup my face. “I was so hot for you; I thought it would cool me down enough to get some fucking sleep without a raging boner keeping me up all night. As you well know, it didn’t work and I had to take care of the situation the old-fashioned way.”
A surprised noise caught at the back of my throat.
Looping an arm around my waist, Mac hauled me to him, and I sighed when our bodies made contact. He pressed a possessive palm against my lower back, making me arch into his hold, andI shimmied my hips, relishing the feeling of us pressed flush and wanting more.
His throaty groan had my thighs pressing together. “Hop in. I’m right behind you.”
You didn’t have to tell me twice. The minute he released me, I hustled my butt to get beneath the warm spray, keeping the glass door open so he could join me.
I watched in fascination as he efficiently ripped open a foil packet with his teeth and slid a condom down his length. A giggle sounded when an overheard high school convo of a group of boys calling them raincoats came to mind. In this case, that description sure was fitting.
Mac arched an eyebrow as he stepped toward me. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.”
