Page 66 of Seizing Mack
He groaned again, cupping her behind and pulling against his erection. “Most women want the candlelight dinners and romance. Candy. Flowers. Five-date rules.”
“I don’t eat candy, and a gourmet breakfast you made yourself is infinitely preferable to some stuffy, overpriced restaurant. Five-date rules are for women who don’t already know what they want.”
“Goddamn, Mack. I’ve been dreaming of getting my hands on this ass since the first time I saw you. It’s even better than I imagined. I want to see it naked. I want to grab onto your luscious hips with both hands and watch as I sink deep inside and make you come. You sure you’re up for this?”
Mack caught her breath, shocked and highly aroused by his raw words. No one had ever spoken like that to her. There was only one truthful answer she could give him. “Yes.”
She was in his arms a heartbeat later, being carried back into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed. “I have to warn you, Mack, it’s been a long time for me, and this is going to be quick.”
“Quick is good,” she agreed, feeling a sense of urgency herself.
Before she finished speaking he was looming over her, tugging his shirt over her head. He drew in a sharp breath when her breasts were revealed.
“Damn,” he murmured in awe. “You are so fucking perfect...” He was on his knees, cupping her breasts in his large hands. Kneading them just right – not gently, just firmly enough to border on pain. His thumbs skated over her nipples, bringing them to instant, hard peaks. “Jesus,” he muttered again, and drew one eagerly into his mouth like a starving man.
“Last chance to say no here, Mack.”
Mack grabbed his head and arched into him, crying out as he lavished attention on first one breast, then the other. By the time he was finished, she was panting as if she’d just run a 5K. “Not a chance,” she said breathlessly.
“Off,” he muttered against her skin as he kissed, her stomach and tugged at the sweats. “I want these off.”
She lifted her hips without hesitation, and he yanked them down and over her feet. “You have the sexiest little feet,” he said, kissing her arches, sucking each one of her toes. Mack never knew she had a direct nerve travelling from her toes to her center before, but there it was, definite proof right there. She threw her head back and groaned.
Nick kissed his way up her leg, tonguing her flesh and laving open-mouthed kisses as he went. He paused when he reached her molten core. “Damn, you’re sweet. Like honey.” A moment later he buried his face in her sex. She’d known it was coming, but nothing could have prepared her for the wholly possessive way he used his teeth and tongue and lips to give and take at the same time.
The man had someseriousskills.
He growled something, a single word muffled against her folds as colored lights dotted her vision and earthquakes rocked her very core. She pulled his hair and cried his name as she fell apart. Before the last of the aftershocks faded away, she was vaguely aware of the telltale crinkling of a condom packet and then he was pushing into her. Still tingling, she felt the most wonderful stretching as he invaded her, filling her to capacity.
“Oh, Mack,” he grunted with great effort. “You are the hottest fucking thing on earth when you come. I swear I’ll make the next one last longer, I promise.”
Next one?
He eased out and then pushed back in, deeper and farther than before. She was wet and slick, thanks to his expert preparation, easing the tight passage, her inner muscles gripping him, not wanting to release him for even a moment. Her powerful legs wrapped around his hips and pulled him in deeper even as her nails dug into his back.
“That’s it,” he crooned, “take me. Take all of me.”
He pumped into her like a man possessed. She loved the fact that he didn’t hold back, didn’t try to handle her as if she would break. Mack begged him in breathy moans to go deeper, harder, faster, encouraging him by digging her nails into his firm ass.
As the tension coiled in her body, she felt him swell inside of her. “Come again for me, baby,” he rasped, his husky voice enough to send her over the edge. With a masculine grunt he pushed deep and stiffened. She felt him throb and pulse, the absence of wet heat assuring her that he’d been responsible. She was glad that at least one of them had been.
“Jesus, Mack,” he moaned, rolling to the side and taking her with him. Hanging on, curling into his body felt like the most natural thing in the world.
“I knew it,” he mumbled into her neck as he tucked her even closer.
“What did you know?” she whispered, her body as limp as a wet noodle, eyes closed with bliss.
“That you’d rock my world.”
Certain she was dreaming, a gentle smile curved her lips as she closed her eyes and let herself bask in the afterglow.
