Page 61 of Bad Habit
Nine
Faith
Wandering into the closet, I found two clean robes and put one on, belting it more loosely this time, and I smiled at the sight of my purchases hanging there. With all that had happened, I’d almost forgotten my shopping spree and couldn’t believe that someone in the hotel had taken the time to hang all the new clothes in our closet.
I ran my fingers along the shimmering silver cocktail dress and the linen slacks with a matching sleeveless top, and as much as I thought the clothing was beautiful, the best things I’d ever seen, never mind owned, I was glad to see all the tags were still on. Shopping had been fun, my little greed exercise, but tomorrow I’d return them.
“I can’t wait to see you in those.”
I spun to find Mac in the closet doorway. Naked. His penis exposed. I tried not to stare. It wasn’t stiff and against his stomach like it had been earlier, but neither did it look as harmless as it had right after his ejaculation.
“Shall I try something on?” I turned away from him to pick something out.
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “A fashion show?” His body brushed against my backside and sparked renewed excitement inside me. It was like my body knew what was in store for me later, better than my mind did.
I pressed back with my bottom, wanting to feel his hardness against my body.
“That’s gotta wait,” he growled in my ear as he pulled his hips back. “I ordered food.”
He grabbed the other clean robe, put it on, and then bent forward to kiss my neck.
“God, you smell good,” he said.
“I like how you smell, too.” Turning my head to the side, I inhaled deeply, trying to name Mac’s scent—something earthy, and spicy, and salty—an aroma I’d never experienced before, at least not in this combination, and I loved every bit of it.
Putting my hands around his neck, I rose up for a kiss, but he turned away from my lips.
“Let’s save the fashion show for tomorrow. Food will be here soon.” Taking my hand, he led me back into the dining area and pulled out a chair.
“The sofa’s more comfortable.” I continued forward but was stopped short by his tug on my hand.
I turned back, and the look in his eyes was so intense. “What’s wrong?”
“Not sure more comfortable is what we need right now. Maybe we should keep a little distance.”
“Oh.” I felt foolish. All I wanted to do was snuggle in his arms, feel the heat and strength of his body next to mine, and maybe see how it felt to rub his hardness against me.
I couldn’t get enough of Mac, but I kept forgetting that all this lust was normal for him, routine. He’d already shown me so much, made me feel so much. I was wrong to expect more. Greedy.
In fact, I’d never felt so greedy. It was like some invisible force was tugging at me, making me want to touch Mac—all the time—but clearly that invisible force was one-sided.
I slid into the chair he’d pulled out for me and he sat at the table’s head, looking slightly uncomfortable. I longed to bring back the ease between us. Had it only been my imagination?
My gaze caught his. He smiled and stretched out his hand toward me. I lifted mine from my lap, and our fingers laced together, our fingers stroking and exploring as our eyes remained locked. Some contact was better than no contact, but it just made me want more.
“You’re amazing,” he said.
“I am?” I tipped my head to the side. “In what way?”
“I’ve never met anyone so brave, or so good. Or anyone so sure of what she wants.”
His thumb stroked my palm, and I shuddered at the thrill it sent coursing through me. I certainly knew what I wanted right now, even if I couldn’t fully name it. “I want more of you.”
He leaned back. “That’s not what I mean. I meant what you want in life.”
“But I have no idea what I want.”
“Yes you do,” he said. “You know the important stuff.”
