She stood on the bed and removed her jeans and panties while he dug his wallet from his pants pocket, pulled out two condoms and tossed them on the foot of the bed. As she pitched the rest of her clothes over the side and dropped to her knees again, MacGyver slipped one more from his wallet. Kellie cocked an eyebrow, crawled on hands and knees to the edge of the bed and crooked her finger.
“What now?” He gave her a wary look but stepped forward anyway.
Kellie’s hand closed around his shaft and the air left MacGyver’s lungs in a rush. Satisfaction stole over her as she worked her hand smoothly from base to tip and back again. Reveling in his lust-filled gaze, she licked her lips and bent over him, taking him into her mouth.
He growled as he threw his head back, and she felt him shudder down to his toes. Abruptly, he raked his fingers through her hair and gently guided her head up while he captured her wrist and pressed a plastic wrapped packet into her palm. “I won’t be able to hold out if you keep that up. I need to be inside you. Like now.”
Kellie ripped the packet open with her teeth and rolled the latex into place. “And you thoughtIwas in a hurry?”
MacGyver caught her around the middle and dragged her farther up the bed. “Smart ass. We can argue about who was in the biggest hurry later.” He pushed her into the pillows, spread her legs and positioned himself at her opening.
Kellie couldn’t resist another teasing remark, but he crushed her mouth with his, silencing her as he penetrated her hot, tight sheath, filling her—stretching her. For a moment, he lay absolutely still, his searing breath against her neck. Then he pulled out and slammed home again. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to inch deeper.
“Fuck, Kellie. You feel so damn good.” His teeth grazed her sensitive nipple and she trembled. He groaned and flicked his tongue out to circle the nub.
Kellie arched into him and he moved within her. Out and in…in sinfully long strokes, filling her and then pulling back until her body practically begged for more. His tempo changed, and he set a demanding pace, pumping harder and faster, and she met him lunge for lunge. Pressure built inside her until it was nearly unbearable.
Suddenly, he stopped deep inside. He raised up and forced his hand between their slick, hot bodies. His thumb and forefinger closed over her sensitive bits, pressing, releasing, pressing. Her orgasm exploded over her like fireworks at a Fourth of July celebration, and her body shuddered with the sensations that ripped through her.
MacGyver thrust into her again and again, his arms wrapped around her so tightly it was a wonder she could breathe, and yet it wasn’t tight enough. His weight, pressing her down, holding her beneath him while he drove deep, was as welcome as the protection he offered without a second thought.
Finally, as she quaked and clenched around him, he caught up to her, and they catapulted into ecstasy locked in each other’s arms.
It was a long time before Kellie moved, and MacGyver raised his head, a strange, almost dazed expression on his face.
He separated from her and laid beside her. “Holy shit! That was incredible.” He propped his head on his elbow and gave her a wink. “Was that make-up sex? Thatmusthave been make-up sex. It’s the only explanation for what just happened.”
Kellie turned her face toward him. “I wasn’t mad at you. Were you mad at me?”
“No.” MacGyver leaned forward to claim her lips. The tenderness in his kiss woke the butterflies in her stomach anew. “Let’s never fight. Better sex than that could kill me.” He rolled onto his back, and Kellie immediately missed his heat.
“Yeah, but what a way to go.”
“True.” He scooted to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to get rid of this condom, and then I’m going to run us a bath. Give me five minutes before you join me. And bring the condoms.” He grabbed her foot and pulled her down the bed until he could lean over and kiss her lips.
“You’re insatiable!”
“I told you I wouldn’t be through with you. Don’t forget—you’re mine this time. Anything I want.”
Surely he couldn’t be ready to go again so soon. She was drained of energy, completely sated and pleasantly sore. Not that she minded. He’d just given her the best orgasm of her life. The idea of doing it again was not unattractive. Doing it with a hot, hard-bodied alpha male like MacGyver—even better.
His mouth closed over her breast, his tongue running around and across the super-sensitive nipple while she jerked with each pass. When he finished, he grinned and kissed her lips, leaving no question in her mind he was rested enough. “Five minutes. Don’t make me come and get you.”
Chapter Thirteen
MacGyver stretched full-length on the floor in front of the window. He pulled his ball cap lower to shield his eyes from the sun that streamed through the glass. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t quell the grin that resurfaced every time his mind wandered to Kellie, which was every thirty seconds or so.
Last night had blown his mind. Three fucking times! Before she’d joined him in the bathtub, he’d called Travis to tell him not to wait up. MacGyver would get a serious razzing when he and Kellie returned to the cabin, but he didn’t give a shit. Mostly, he worried about Charlie’s reaction. Would MacGyver’s all-night tryst with his stepdaughter make Charlie ill at ease around him? Or worse—disappointed in Kellie? It was clear he thought of Kellie as his daughter, and MacGyver respected that. The possible repercussions hadn’t occurred to him last night, and even if they had, it was doubtful he could have kept his hands to himself.
The buzzer on the dryer went off, and MacGyver bounded to his feet. He was in charge of getting the bedding they’d laundered back on the bed while Kellie was in the shower. Finally, the comforter was dry. He rolled it over his arms and jogged up the stairs.
Kellie was brushing her hair just inside the bathroom as he entered the bedroom. She watched him through the mirror, and her sultry smile almost made him miss a step. His dick instantly hardened, and it was all he could do to continue to the bed. Those amazing green eyes of hers, with their sensuous invitation, could very well be the death of him, and he’d die a happy man.
Something bothered him though. She’d laughed, cried, smiled and teased last night. Had been trusting, happy and totally uninhibited sexually. It was as though she’d become a different person from the woman he’d met three days ago. And that was a good thing—except for one little problem.Hewas still the same, and he hadn’t been honest with her either. She had no way of knowing he wasn’t the sticking kind unless he told her.
They’d talked plenty. She’d wanted to know everything the marshal had said about Anna, and he’d told her all of it, without the appalling details of abuse. Later, she’d asked about his family and what it was like growing up in San Diego, but when he’d seen an opportunity to speak up and rattle off his usual disclaimer, he’d choked.
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. She deserved far better. Hell, maybe he was overthinking the problem. Kellie wasn’t the kind of woman who needed a man to complete her. Used to making her own decisions, fighting for her country and jumping alone into a foolish and dangerous plan that could have gotten her killed.