“Don’t turn this into sex, Mac,” she ordered weakly.
Weak, because it was about sex. It was about the hunger that seemed to grow between them daily. About the need for his touch, his kiss, his very presence. And the need for the reality and the fantasy of his hunger.
“But it is about sex, Keiley,” he murmured as he caught her hips, uncaring of the oil she was certain now marked the bare flesh.
He trapped her against the front of the tractor, the bulging erection beneath his jeans pressing against her stomach as her head fell back to stare up at him.
He was so tall, nearly a foot taller. At almost six four, Mac seemed to overwhelm everyone else. Especially her. She was only five-four, short, and fine-boned. She always felt alternately protected and undefended against his height and strength.
“It’s not about sex. ” She tried to shake her head as his lips lowered to her neck. “I just wanted to talk. ”
“About sex. ” His lips grazed her neck, then his teeth scraped over it, causing her lashes to flutter as she fought to hold back a moan.
It had been like this from the first. He could seduce her with nothing but the threat of a kiss, the anticipation and thrill of just knowing his touch was coming.
And he was doing it now. She shuddered in his hold, feeling his hands against her hips, his fingers subtly massaging as his lips and tongue tasted her flesh.
They were outside, nothing but the tractor to shield their bodies as she felt one hand move, felt it began to slide beneath her shirt.
“We should go to the house,” she gasped, he head tilting to the side as her eyes closed.
The nipping kisses to her neck were destructive. She was highly sensitive there. Whenever Mac’s lips moved over the tender flesh it weakened her, stole the strength from her legs, and left her fighting to just stand upright.
“Why?” His questioned shocked her.
“Anyone could see what you’re doing. ”
“Just us here. ” His broad hand cupped her breast, his thumb stroked over her hard nipple.
“But we’re outside. ”
“All alone. Take your shirt off for me, Kei. ” He leaned back, staring down at her with stormy eyes, with a hungry gaze.
Keiley stared back at him in surprise. Not that they hadn’t had sex outside before. They had. By the pool. In the hot tub. But never like this. In the wide open, where her nakedness could be seen if by chance one of the workhands decided to show up.
“We have a bed. ” Her laughter was nervous.
The forbidden was always a draw for her. It always had been. It excited her, titillated her, made her feel alive when Mac drew it out of her. Undressing here, in broad daylight, was forbidden. Taking the chance of being seen, watched, as her husband caressed her body, was forbidden. And all the more arousing.
“Who needs a bed?” His head lowered, his gaze holding hers as he let his tongue stroke over her suddenly swollen lips. “Come on, Kei, be brave with me. ”
There was something different about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it, couldn’t make sense of it as his hands began to draw her t-shirt up her body.
“Come on, let me touch those pretty nipples with my lips while the sun heats your breasts. Wouldn’t you like that, Kei?”
His voice was a velvet rasp. It was goading. Challenging. Primitive. That was the difference. He had never shown this side of himself to her in this way before. As though her invasion earlier into that dark, silent core of him had tempted the monster he had warned her not to awaken.
It exhilarated her.
Keiley pulled back, gripped the hem of her t-shirt, and pulled it slowly over her head before dropping it to the ground.
Mac’s response was surprising. For a moment, blank surprise filled his expression; then it darkened once again, turned savagely carnal. His lips appeared fuller, his eyes darker, his cheekbones more pronounced. He looked dominant. Forceful.
“Beautiful. ” Calloused, heated palms cupped her breasts, lifting them to his lips as his head lowered.
Excitement surged through her like a tidal wave, ripping her from the moorings of self-control and thrusting her forcefully into the shadowed lusts she felt whipping around her.
Mac was always tender with her when he made love to her. But this wasn’t lovemaking. It was a possession. She could feel it as his teeth scraped over her nipple. Then his lips covered it, drawing it into his mouth as he began to suck it with a heated, forceful suction.