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His breath hot against her skin. His fingers unyielding in their hold. His body solid and strong against all her softness.
He leaned in, his lips so close she could lick them, then turned his head. He didn’t kiss her anywhere, but she felt the connection all the same. It wouldn’t have been more powerful if his mouth had connected with her.
Her stomach flipped, then flopped as he wedged his knee between her legs and slid it up. “God,” she moaned.
“You want a ride, little girl?”
“Fuck, Mac …”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“Then do it,” he whispered in her ear. His teeth nipped the lobe, then his tongue followed the whorl causing her to shiver with need.
She tested her leverage with a hand wrapped around the arm that held her hair. Slowly … Oh so slowly, she began to slide along his thigh. The friction from her tight capri’s and the lace of her panties pushing against her clit … “Mac.”
“You like that? Feel good?”
She slid a little faster, ground a little harder. Her hand held onto him a little tighter. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she licked her dry lips with her even drier tongue.
She knew there was an orgasm on the horizon.
And Mac didn’t have to do anything but let her come. All he had to do was stand there, let her use him, let her feel him against her, and she’d come.
Her first time with a man in more years than she could count. Her first orgasm with a man … Ever.
He nudged her with his nose. “Look at me.”
She peeled her eyes open with more effort than it should take. He was hazy before her. But he was so beautiful. “Mac,” she said again, her voice barely recognizable as her own.
“I knew you’d be gorgeous like this. Face flushed. Eyes unable to focus. Jaw slack. Breathing heavy. You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted this here and now.”
Jackie shook her head, helpless and hungry.
Her hips rocked. Her legs hung heavy. Her body rushed toward the edge.
“How much do you want it?” he asked against her skin, though he still had yet to touch his mouth to her anywhere.
“A … A lot.” She gulped in air or tried. His closeness seemed to suck the rest of the oxygen out of her space. Not that she cared.
She’d been scared for so long to let him get close, to let him have this kind of power over her. She hadn’t wanted to turn herself over to him for fear of getting lost. But this kind of lost? In his lust? In his desire? This she could handle, if only …
“Are you close, Princess?”
Jackie nodded. She strained against him. Her breasts heavy and encumbered inside her bra and shirt. She wanted to strip naked. She wanted to be free of clothing so she could feel the air on her skin. She wanted to spread herself more than the restriction of her pants allowed.
She’d wear heels next time, too.
Her eyes started to drift closed again, but he clucked his tongue and she did her level best to meet his gaze.
He let go of her hair and slid his hand up, weaving his fingers through the strands to cradle her scalp.
“Do you want to fuck?” he asked, his voice harsh, shoving his thigh higher to grind against her crotch.
“Yes, please …”
This was why she hadn’t been with anyone in so long. No one had ever made her feel this way. No man could get her all hot and bothered with only a look, except Mac. No one could touch her and turn her blood to lava. No one could manhandle her the way she wanted him to manhandle her. No one. No woman or man. Only Mac.
