Page 54 of Hero Hair
He can’t get to me quick enough. Macs takes my head in his hands and presses his lips against mine. His grip is firm on my head and he tilts my head back. Peeling the sweater off my shoulders, he kisses every inch of exposed skin on each arm as he goes. “I want you so bad. I can’t believe I finally get to call you mine,” he growls before placing a wet kiss on my collarbone.
When my sweater hits the floor, I stand and push him back into a seated position and straddle him. His eyes are wide in surprise and excitement.
“I’ve been yours,” I correct him.
His cock flexes against my core once and then again.
“I’ve been yours,” I say again just to see if I can get the same reaction twice.
The smile he responds with is the most earth-shattering, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I kiss him passionately. It’s madness and depravity. His lips slant against mine like they were made to mold against my mouth. His teeth pull my lip anytime I moan out in pleasure.
“Are we taking this into the bedroom?” I ask. My breaths are frantic and I couldn’t control them if I tried. This is beyond cardio. This is my heart hammering out a furious pace in warning.
With both hands under my bottom, he picks me up and carries me down the hallway and into his dimly lit bedroom. Our kiss stays fierce and tangled as he walks and I don’t even wonder if he’ll drop me. He’s multitasking like a boss and I’m sure if I asked he’d be able to carry out a few other tasks at the same time. Grinning against his mouth, I tell him how hot he’s making me.
He pulls away when we’re at the foot of his bed. One glance and I’m certain his space looks exactly the same as it did before. There’s not a thing out of place. The big pieces of luggage are gone. There is another candle burning on a low dresser that draws my eye.
“I wanted it to smell nice,” he explains. He inhales against my neck. “I didn’t realize you’d smell so delicious on your own.”
I need to ask Charlotte the name of that perfume. Mental note made.
“I would’ve fucked you even if it smelled like sawdust. That was kind of hot, too,” I say, then bite his lip and tease it with my tongue.
Macs’ eyes flutter closed. His eyelashes are thick and fan against the top of his cheeks. This man is so fucking exquisite I know I’ll never tire of looking at him. His hands squeeze my ass a little harder as he lowers my body down his stomach and then presses me against his erection.
He’s hard. He’s ready. Our kiss ends abruptly when he sets me on the edge of his bed and backs up a step or two. He’s watching me, and I know exactly what he wants. This is familiar territory. I strip out of my shirt and bra and stand to peel my pants and thong off. I turn around and bend over the bed to give him a perfect view of what he finally gets to take for his own. I look over my shoulder and he’s staying put. Maybe he wants me to dance. I sway a little bit, creating a song in my head.
“My entire bed smelled like you. Even after I washed everything twice,” he says, voice gruff.
“Did you like that?”
“No,” he replies.
I turn to face him then. “Oh?”
“I woke with a hard-on in the middle of the night thinking you were in bed with me. I had to jerk it out to get back to sleep. Everything about you makes me hungry for more. To answer honestly, yes, I did like it. More than I should.”
At his remark, I make a show of crawling on his bed and with my knees spread I sit down on the top of his comforter. When I rise up, it leaves a wet smudge.
He’s watching me, with a side grin now.
“Oops. Looks like I got a little me on your bed.” I put my hand over my mouth and widen my eyes.
Macs moves then. Straight for me.
