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“Holy shit,” Mac says, breathing heavy.
“Holy shit,” I agree. We’re really doing this. It’s going to end badly, probably. But he’s looking at me like I’m breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And then he puts both those roughened hands on my thighs, silently asking permission.
I don’t even think. I just spread my legs.
18A Five-Alarm Fire
Maguire
I’m breaking all my rules tonight, and I don’t know if I care. I’m too busy kissing my way down Meg’s body and licking her smooth skin. Pausing to nuzzle her smooth stomach, I give myself one last chance to reconsider.
I live right next door. I shouldn’t do this.
On the other hand, we’re either about to have sex, or else spontaneously combust. Honestly, it’s a public safety issue at this point. Either we do the deed, or the dispatcher is going to be sending units to a five-alarm fire.
Easy choice, then.
I lower my mouth and brush my lips across her mound. My reward is a hot gasp, followed by an eager cry. Her hands are in my hair, and they’re shaking. The musky scent of her beckons. I flatten my tongue against her clit and she moans with gratitude. Goddamn. If I’m honest, I’ve wanted to do this since the first night I ever saw her.
My knees meet the floor as I settle in to worship her. Her breath hitches, then hitches again. There is nothing like making a woman mad with desire. I love the rush it gives me. I feel so powerful when I’m giving pleasure.
But Meg has a lot of power in this situation, too. She has beautiful long legs, and now they wrap around my body. She draws me in as I taste and tease her. A few minutes pass—or is it more? I lose track of time as I taste her. My cock is hard as a rail, but I enjoy teasing us both. She rolls her hips toward me, looking for release.
“Not yet,” I whisper, easing back.
“You’re mean,” she complains as I rise to my feet.
“So mean,” I agree, snagging my trousers off the floor and fishing the wallet out of the back pocket. I pull out the condom that I keep there. A man has to be prepared.
“Hurry,” she says.
But I don’t. If I’m going to break all my rules, I’m going to enjoy it. I unroll the condom while she watches hungrily. Then I take her pretty face in my hand and kiss her again.
“Oh,” she moans against my tongue. “Now.”
“Now what?” I rumble, sloppily kissing her cheek. Then sucking on her ear.
She shivers. “Now fuck me. Please.”
“Well, since you said please.” I spread her knees a little roughly, and she pants with anticipation. God, the sight of her is almost too much. I like a woman who knows what she wants. And Meg’s face is half desire, half challenge. Like she can’t wait to see what I’m going to do next.
Never one to let a lady down, I take myself in hand and line up. Then I pump my hips and enter her in one quick thrust.
“Yes!” She leans back on the counter and gasps, bracing herself for more.
But I have to pause and take in a slow breath. My heart is racing. I love sex, and I’m good at it. But tonight I feel a little wild. A little out of control. It’s been a long time since I let myself get so carried away.
I reach an arm around her back and tighten our connection. It’s shocking how perfectly we fit together. Like a well-made lock.
“Mac,” she breathes. “Please.”
My own groan startles me. And then I’m moving. Taking her in short, shallow thrusts. Her ankles link behind my ass and she yanks me closer on every one. Our mouths fuse. Our chests meet and slide together. It’s hot and tight and amazing. I have the weirdest sensation that I’ve never been so close to anyone before in my life.
The short range of motion is just enough to torture us both. “I could do this all night, I think,” I murmur to Meg. “There’s no reason to ever stop.” I always talk during sex, which is weird because I’m not much of a talker at other times.
Meg makes a happy noise that might or might not be “yes” and “more.”
“Knew we’d be hot together,” I rumble. “Can’t wait to hear you come on my cock.”
