When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he barreled into her, his balls slapping her. His name became her mantra with each smack.
Yes.
And then her legs were shaking; her cries were more distinct. For the briefest of moments, she looked at him, her look climbing right into his soul; he was her whole existence in those few seconds. He was so shaken by it, he blinked, wondering if he was hallucinating, but she buried her face in his neck, kissing and biting.
Overwhelmed on all fronts but still concentrating on her, he encouraged, “Come for me; give that to me.”
There was a whimper, and then she bucked against him, her body tensing. He moved faster, swiveling his hips, pushing her over the edge. On staccato cries she tried to stifle against his flesh, her body seized and convulsed.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she was nearly sobbing, straining against him, and then she collapsed.
Mac followed her, letting go, holding her tightly as he welcomed his release.
Nothing like fucking her, coming with her, coming inside her.
Jesusfuck,that look in her eyes.
He held her, content to remain inside her as they lay wrapped in each other’s limbs, catching their breath and allowing their hearts to return to a more regulated rhythm. He wasn’t eager to leave her body—could have stayed warmly tucked inside her all day—but he shifted away.
He dragged his stubbled cheek against her smooth one as he pulled back, his eyes seeking hers. But she didn’t meet his gaze, looking instead at his hair, his neck, his shoulders—anything other than meeting his eyes—as he left the bed. The moment his body lifted from hers, she started pulling her shirt down over her breasts with one hand while simultaneously reaching back to draw down the covers with the other.
The fuck was that about?
Narrowing his eyes at her until he was off the bed, watching as she scooted under the light blanket, Mac turned and went into the ensuite bathroom to dispose of the condom. He glanced around the spacious, tidy room, noting the closet, and spied men’s clothes hanging along with women’s.
Elijah Teague might have let go, but his wife had not.
When he returned to the bedroom, she was under the covers, but at least she was looking at him. Her gaze skated down his nude body and then returned to his eyes. He smiled; he liked her looking at him.
As he approached the bed, he watched her physically brace. An irritated frown accompanied his smile as he crawled onto the bed and over her, moving behind her. She ducked away from him, but he pulled her back into his arms. “Looking tense, Day.”
She was quiet for a second before she confessed, “I’m waiting for you to say something horrible.”
He buried his face in her hair. He deserved it. “I said I was sorry about that. Said it wouldn’t happen again.”
She peeked over her shoulder. “I sort of don’t trust you.”
He asked her curiously, “You let me fuck you, but you don’t trust me?”
It was the wrong thing to say; looking chastised, she started to face away again.
“Nuh-uh.” He reached up and grasped her chin, holding her in place. “You answer that.”
Her eyes searched his. So many thoughts behind those green-brown eyes. So much hesitation in expressing those thoughts. She managed to shake her head, and she jerked her chin from his grasp. “Isn’t that one of those slippery slopes you don’t want to go down?” She lay back down, pulling her pillow to herself, closing her eyes.
“Slippery slopes?”
“Motivations, moments, anything beyond the physical.”
Mac stared at the back of her head; she was right. Since when did he care if she trusted him or not?
He didn’t, not as long as he got out of her what he wanted.
But it bothered the hell out of him that she didn’t. And he was bothered that he was bothered. “Wasn’t asking for a dissertation.”
A small, tired laugh escaped her.
He buried his face again in her hair, nuzzling her neck, pulling her tighter against him even though the blankets separated them, causing her to gasp and shiver. He breathed in her scent, her smell an intoxicating mixture of vanilla, cucumber, and her own natural flavor. Her particular aroma went straight to his dick, and he groaned.