“Magnificent?” I say then let out a small laugh because it’s a silly thing to say. His head jerks up, his eyes locking with mine.
“Are you teasing me, or do you truly not know how precious you are?”
“No?”
“My Mackenzie,” he says before his mouth claims mine making me forget about anything we might have been saying. I’m lost in him. He only has to put his mouth to mine and I only think of him and me.
“I need to taste more of you.” He breaks the kiss. I’m speechless, lost in the moment and the way he’s making me feel. I close my eyes as he begins to kiss down the column of my neck. With each touch of his lips to my skin, the throb between my thighs grows. “Open your eyes, darling.”
I obey his command seconds before he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. “Sov.” I moan his name. My hips lift off the bed, trying to get the friction they need. He releases my nipple to go for the other, his tongue flicking back and forth. I get my fingers into his hair. “More,” I beg him.
He starts to move more down my body. “Wait!” I shout when his fingers slip into the top of my panties. His nose flares, and I can tell it takes everything in him to stop, but he does.
“Take off your shirt or something. I want to see you too.” I’m about to be naked in his bed, and he still has all of his clothes on. It only seems fair, if you ask me. He reaches over his head with one hand, pulling the shirt off and over his head before tossing it away. I stare at his broad chest. My eyes follow the fine line that dips down into his pants.
“Don’t look at me like that, darling. I’m barely holding on to my self-control as it is.”
“Don’t hold on then.” The first time he kissed me I thought he wanted something easy, but now I’m learning I test his control. More than anything I enjoy the thrill of doing so. The words barely leave my lips and he’s back on me. My panties are gone in a flash, and his mouth comes down on my sex.
It’s shameless, but I don’t care. The first orgasm is fast. My body is too on edge to hold out. All these feelings and sensations are so new. Sov eats the first one down and keeps going, demanding more of me. His tongue thrusts in and out of me, trying to lick up every drop of my orgasm all while pushing me toward another. His mouth is relentless.
When he latches on to my clit again, sucking hard, I come again, his name pouring from my lips. His hands pin my hips to the bed.
“More,” he growls against me. I shake my head no as my fingers dig into his hair, not wanting him to go anywhere. He doesn't. He takes what he wants, and I do as he asks. I leave my pleasure in his hands.
Chapter Thirteen
Sov
“These clothes are so pretty and so not me.” Mackenzie does another turn in front of the mirror. The silk fabric of the skirt falls across her ass.
I rub a finger across the bottom of my lip and fantasize about how it will feel to have those round cheeks snug up against my groin as I pound her from behind. Behind me, Parker coughs lightly as a reminder not to get too caught up in my lust. There’s a schedule to keep.
“Right. This all looks good.” I gesture for the designer to be paid off. “Parker, get the girl. Zero, is the car ready?”
“Yes. It’s outside.”
Mackenzie swings around from the mirror, looking slightly disoriented. “The girl? Are we going somewhere?”
“We are.” I hold out a long camel-colored light wool jacket for her. It’s still spring and can get chilly. “But you are not the girl.”
Before she can ask who the girl is, Parker appears at the doorway with the seven-year-old. Mackenzie’s brow furrows as she switches back and forth from me to the young person dressed in a pretty frock with her black hair in a bow.
“This is Nour. Nour, this is my friend Mackenzie.”
The extremely well-trained Nour dips in a curtsy. “Nice to meet you, Mackenzie.”
Mackenzie’ s face grows tight, but she smiles and returns the greeting. Parker places a cloak over Nour’s shoulders, and we all move out with Nour at Zero’s heels. The big man fascinates her, probably because her days are filled with girls. Nour is not allowed male companionship. This trip is the exception since I am delivering her, and my retinue is almost entirely male.
“I didn’t realize you had children,” Mackenzie mutters next to me.
“I don’t.” And then I realize she must be referring to Nour. “Nour is the granddaughter of a friend of my mother’s. We have been hosting her for several months while her parents were engaged elsewhere. Unfortunately they have not returned in a timely fashion, so Nour is going to live with her grandmother. She lives in Ashford’s old territory. We would not have brought her if he was still alive.”