Page 23 of Bad Habit
I looked up into Mac’s eyes and saw something new there. Something darker and demanding that conjured my lust stab again. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine, our noses nearly touching, and he smiled softly as his body swayed, setting an example for how mine should move.
His hands felt so warm and secure on my waist, and with my hands resting on his shoulders, I felt like I was guiding his body, like this powerful man was moving under my control, responding to my fingers’ every twitch.
We swayed together, our heads so close I could feel his breath on my lips, like there was an unseen force holding us together, drawing us closer. It was so much—yet I wanted more. For just one night, I wanted to have every experience I’d imagined. I wanted to feel it all.
I looked into his eyes, and his expression stole my breath.
It was now or never.
I rose to my toes and kissed him, puckering my lips and pressing them against his mouth. His lips were firm but soft and, as they made contact, something fluttered down in my belly.
But it was over quickly, and when my eyes found their focus, I saw a hint of shock on Mac’s face.
He smiled. “That was nice.”
“It was.” I’d kissed Mac, and no thunderbolt had struck me down. It hadn’t even felt that wicked. Not nearly as wicked as I’d imagined. “That wasn’t such a big deal.”
“It wasn’t?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…” I shook my head, trying to find the right words to express what I meant. “It’s just that people make such a big deal out of kissing, and I thought it would be different, or that I’dfeeldifferent. I don’t know…”
He chuckled, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. “I think it’s because of thewayyou kissed me.”
“I did it wrong?”
“Not wrong, no. But you kissed me like I was your brother.”
“No, I didn’t.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Okay. Then it was because I kissed you like you’re my sister.”
I frowned. “Likeasister, you mean. I’m not a nun, you know. Not yet.”
Several heads turned our way and he raised his fingers to his lips. I must have raised my voice.
Rising to my toes, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “I’m not a nun. Remember?”
“Oh, I remember.” His voice rumbled through me, and his body felt so solid under my hands. His fingers, so warm at my waist, slid slowly, waking parts of me I wasn’t sure should be awake.
As I lowered from my toes, our bodies brushed against each other.
He tilted away from me like I was on fire.
His body grew tense under my hands, like he was nervous or upset, so I rubbed his shoulder, lightly, wanting to get back to dancing like we had before, with our foreheads close together, with our bodies swaying as one. I’d ruined it all with that kiss.
“Please, Mac. Treat me like any other girl you took on a date.”
“I am.” He smiled stiffly.
“No, you’re not.” I shook my head. “You kissed me like I was your sister.”
Looking into my eyes, he moved his hands from my waist and then slowly and deliciously traced them up my arms. Simultaneous ripples of shivers and heat coursed through my body, like I was experiencing two temperatures at once. Who knew that was possible?
Who knew anything that had happened tonight was possible?
Mac was so handsome. Beautiful, really. So strong, yet his wavy dark hair shining under the dance floor lights looked so soft. His eyes were as green as the leaves on an oak tree in spring.
“Do you really want that?” he asked softly, looking into my eyes. “For me to kiss you again? Kiss you like I want to?”
