When he allowed her to come—she had no illusions that he allowed it—she came hard. She arched against the bed, crying his name as he drew it out, not allowing her to come down until he was satisfied with the number of times she gasped his name reverently.
Only then did he lower her depleted and sated body to the mattress. As boneless as a rag doll, she collapsed, her cheeks unnaturally red and her lips parted as she gasped for air. Her eyes were half-closed and hair partially wet at the scalp.
Rising over her, wiping his bottom lip with a thumb, he grinned at her. Her eyes watched him in a drugged manner, tracking his actions as he reached for the buttons on his jeans. The spark reignited in her eyes.
From his back pocket, he withdrew a strand of condoms. Her eyes widened when she saw them. With a wink, he tore one from the strand and tossed the others onto her bedside stand. Her attention momentarily diverted to the stand in astonishment. How many were there? How many did he—?
“Said no more thinking,” he reminded her, pushing out of his jeans.
Her startled gaze returned to him.
He jerked his chin at her. “Up on the bed.”
At the instruction, she realized her feet were dangling off the side. He’d had her so out of her mind, she didn’t know where she was in her bed. As he removed the rest of his clothes, she scooted farther to the center of the bed, a rush of shyness sweeping over her.
For real?He’d just eaten her to a state of catatonia.
And then she realized why: this wasn’t Mac As Usual; this wasn’t normal. What he was doing… This wasn’t just sex.
Mac bounded onto the bed and grabbed her up, flipping onto his back, pulling her over him. Before she could catch her breath from the movement, he slapped her buttocks twice—hard—drawing a startled yelp from her.
“Stop it!” he commanded, and then his hand was in her hair, grasping her head and bringing her to him, mouth capturing hers as his erection pierced her stomach.
And that quickly, there were no more thoughts in her head other than getting this man inside of her. She dropped her legs on either side of his hips, grabbing his shoulders as she attempted to leverage herself upward to make it happen, rolling her pelvis.
Beneath her, he chuckled against her lips, his hands grasping her about the waist and holding her still. Breaking the kiss, he looked up at her teasingly, “Impatient girl.”
Cassidy blushed and dropped her eyes from his; yes.
“Fuck, when you blush,” he confessed with a groan, hands ghosting back up her sides, eliciting a wiggle and small giggle from her as he tickled her in the process.
He pulled her against him, his hands exploring the softness of her skin, squeezing, slapping. Cassidy wasn’t coy, warming to this game of simple exploration. Tongues dipped, entwined; teeth nipped and tugged. Her hands were in his hair, caressing his chest between them, the hard planes of his stomach, grasping his cock, slipping down to cradle and massage his balls.
“Fuck, woman,” he breathed against her lips.
Smiling, her knees now on either side of him, she slid her body along his torso in a full-body caress, kissing the underside of his chin as she returned to him. It was her turn to make him shiver, and he clasped her to him, stilling her with a grumble low in his throat. She laughed softly, happy to know she could affect him as much as he affected her.
With a sudden movement, he rolled again, pinning her beneath him, a position she didn’t mind being in at all, his solid weight on her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, earning her a grunt of approval as their bodies lined up, her core throbbing and eager for him. And as easy as it would be for him, he instead teased her with an external thrust, causing them both to dissolve into shudders and moans, mouths hungrily seeking each other out.
Arms around his neck, she pleaded against his lips, “Mac, please.”
“I know.”
“Now. I’ll beg.” Her need for him was indescribable. From the moment the man touched her, all she wanted was to feel him push into her. It wasn’t something she wanted to acknowledge beyond the immediate; she could blame her long-dormant libido, but in her heart, she knew she didn’t want any other man doing to her what Mac did.
“Don’t want you to beg,” he said, hand finding her breast as his lips found her neck, giving a gentle suck.
Her hands skated down his back, over his scars, feeling him tense as she did so, but she kept going, down to his firm buttocks, grasping and pulling him to her. If he wouldn’t listen to her words, then maybe he would heed her actions because she wanted himnow.
Chuckling, he lifted his head and smiled down at her. “Trying to take my time.”
Cassidy pouted. “No.”
He laughed. “Who’s the bossy one now?” But he relented, lifting over her and brushing back a piece of wet red hair from her face. Resting on an elbow braced next to her head, he slowly guided himself into her. She opened her mouth to take in air at his intrusion into her body; her lashes fluttered; cheeks flushed, and her body both welcomed and clamped hotly around him as a soft hum escaped her.
Her legs dropped from around his waist, finding better purchase on the mattress as she lifted herself to him, struggling to take him deeper. As soon as he was buried, he leaned in and kissed her, withdrawing slowly, only to slide back in lazily.
Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, staring down into her eyes. She stared back, her fingers digging into his hips, neither pushing nor encouraging, just hanging on as she fought to breathe, trembling beneath him. He modulated the pace, studying everything about her as he moved within. When she turned her face away from his scrutiny, he redirected her back with a hand on her chin, causing her cheeks to blaze even deeper.