Page 36 of Not So Happily Ever After (British Bad Boys)
Doesn’t matter.
We kiss, deep and long, like she’s the only reason for being. My hands are everywhere, stroking and teasing, and much as I want to see her naked breasts, I love her sexy bra. She wriggles on my thighs, her breathing erratic, and it’s sweet agony.Need you so bad.
She pulls back from our kiss, her hair falling across her face. I lean my back against the sofa and circle her piercing with my finger before dipping between her legs. She’s hot and wet, and the way she arches her back and lets out a breathy sigh is fucking killing me.
With a primitive grunt, I haul her up my body. She braces her weight on her knees, and I grip my cock. “Mac.” I don’t know if it’s a threat or a plea, but with agonizing care, she slowly sinks onto me.
She’s hot and tight, everything I remember but so much more. I grasp her hips and push in all the way, and a harsh groan razes my throat.You’re all I need.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I can’t drag my gaze from her face.Hold on.Muscles strain, there’s a roaring in my ears, and when she goes rigid and rasps my name, I follow her over the edge of the universe.
She falls onto me, her head on my shoulder, and I hold her close.Could stay like this all night.
It’s forever before she raises her head and looks at me. Her hair’s messy and her makeup’s smudged, and she’s never looked so gorgeous. Instinctively my arms tighten around her.Not ready to let you go.
She rakes her hand through her hair, pushing it from her flushed cheeks, and gives me a smile that warms something deep in my chest.
“Let me guess.” Her voice is soft, and she traces a finger along the line of my jaw. “You’re sleeping in here tonight, right?”
I wind my hand around her nape and pull her down for a teasing kiss. “Try keeping me away.”
Chapter Eleven
Mackenzie
Don’t want to wake up yet.
I stretch, awareness seeping through my sated body like a distant dream. It’s too warm, too snug, to move, and takes way too long for reality to catch up with my fluffy, cloudlike haze.
Will and I had sex last night.And not just regular,that-wasn’t-badsex either.
It was freaking spectacular.
Fire burns through me, curling my toes and heating my cheeks. After everything I promised myself, as soon as he kissed me I was a hot, hormonal mess.
You kissed him back, Mac.And how. Needy tremors stir between my thighs, and there’s no point trying to deny it. Not that I want to.
Last night was the best night of my life. And I want to do it all over again.
Since I can’t pretend to be asleep all day, I tentatively slide my hand across the bed.
It’s empty. I force open one eye, and Will’s crouched by the side of the bed, wearing nothing but boxers and a bone-melting smile.
“Morning. I made you tea.”
I push myself upright and wrap the sheet around my chest. My beautiful, expensive bra was tossed across the room at some point during the night. Not that I’m complaining. The lingerie was worth every penny.
Not that I expected this outcome, obviously.
Who am I trying to fool? Isn’t thisexactlywhat I was hoping for, deep inside, where all bad ideas lurk?
Don’t answer that.
“Thanks.” I take the tea, secretly impressed that it’s peppermint, since he isn’t into herbal teas. I eye him through the steam as I take a reviving sip. God, he’s hot. We had sex three times last night, and I’m still hungry for more.
Stop right there.It was just a one-night stand. Probably.What else can it be?
“Why are you up already?”
