Cassidy didn’t know how to react to this; it waslovemaking. He was watching her, taking every cue from her, in tune with her pleasure, drinking her in; this was as much about her as him. And it was bliss, what he was doing to her, allowing her to feel every long inch of him stretching her, filling her, with an occasional slow swiveling grind of his hips. With each stroke, he was doing more than igniting her pleasure sensors. He was sending her dizzily and rapidly toward that cliff at his leisurely pace.
She tried to turn her head away again with the thought that he couldn’t do this; it wasn’t fair of him to do this to her. Not when she knew he would turn cold again when they were done.
When he grasped her jaw and redirected it back the second time, he claimed her mouth in determination, a fierce possession. He shifted his weight over her, using his legs to spread hers farther apart as he began to drive into her more forcefully. She cried out against his lips, and he swallowed it.
When she came, he caught that sound with his mouth, too. She bucked beneath him, fighting against him as the sensation continued to crash over her, attempting to toss her head, her sensitive body unable to process all of the ridiculously delightful stimuli. He released her mouth, then reached between them and massaged her clit, encouraging her to another explosion.
“Oh Jesus, oh fuck,” she screamed, trying to roll away from him, heels driving into the mattress as her body was overcome with the blinding sensation. And when she fell back again, limbs worthless, pants mingled with sobs, unsure of what had just happened to her body and brain, she was in such a fog, she barely registered Mac’s release. She distantly acknowledged him holding her, his forehead against hers.
Her entire body throbbed. Sinfully, decadently sated.
She didn’t know how long they lay there, sucking in air, listening to the sound of each other’s heartbeats, feeling each other’s body twitches as they still experienced tremors. But she knew the moment he left her body, feeling the cold rush of air on her damp skin. Alarmed, she weakly lifted a hand toward him as he backed off the bed. “Mac?”
“Back in a sec,” he assured her. He headed into the bathroom.
Cassidy dropped her hand onto her face; well, if that hadn’t been the neediest move ever. She struggled to sit up, pulling the shirt around herself.
Moments later, he reappeared in the bathroom door and leaned against the jamb, arms crossed over his chest.
Cassidy met his gaze, struggling to pull her guard up, her heart beating in trepidation. He would leave now. Mac wasn’t one to stay. She didn’t want him to stay, she told herself, even as she knew she was lying; she didn’t want him to leave her alone. She also didn’t want to think about the reasons why.
“You’re goddamn beautiful flushed and freshly fucked.”
Her cheeks reddened at the unexpected and unconventional compliment. Of course, he was responsible for the look, so it was sort of a self-serving one on his part. A soft laugh escaped her at the thought.
He lifted a brow. “What?”
“Your ego is…” She spread her arms wide with a grin, the shirt falling open but still clinging to her breasts.
Mac dragged his eyes up from the bared flesh she’d presented him, demanding playfully, “How does my ego have anything to do with it?”
Amused, she pointed out, “You compliment me; it’s because of whatyoudid to me.”
Mac frowned, tilting his head, then he grinned. “Damn straight, I did.” Pushing off the jamb, he stalked to the bed, dark eyes smoldering. “Gonna keep that flush on you and keep fucking you until you beg me to stop.”
She scrambled backward on the bed, realizing he was serious. With a squeak, she tried to make a break for it and escape, but he anticipated her and lunged forward, catching her about the waist and hauling her back. She laughed as she kicked and struggled in his hold, succeeding in finding herself free of the shirt.
“You’ll have no more use for clothes tonight,” he promised as the item went sailing over the side of the bed.
“So cocky,” she teased, still squirming in his clutches.
“Glad you noticed.” He grasped her hips and jerked her back to him, slapping her on the ass, startling a gasp out of her. “Now be a good girl and take this cock.”
But his fingers found their way inside her first, and she fell forward, surrendering to him. He shifted away as his fingers expertly worked her into a frenzy; she heard the rip of the foil. And then he was lining up at her entrance. She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation as he once again grasped her hips, pulling her back roughly as he reared forward.
Her cry encompassed the surprise she still experienced with his size and the sheer pleasure of him, the force of him, both physically and psychologically. When he slapped her ass again, she groaned.
This taking was a swift, hungry, greedy need on both sides. He barreled into her, hips jerking rapidly, the sound of flesh slapping echoing in the room. She accepted him happily, pressing back against him, wanting him deeper; the brutal movement tantalized her nipples as they were dragged to and fro against the bedsheets. She came apart, reaching a hand back for him. He held her hand as she cried out against the bedding, her other hand over her head, gripping the covers.
He followed, rasping out his release as he grabbed her from behind, burying his face in her neck. They remained that way as they caught their breath, Mac caressing her rounded bottom absently. As he withdrew, he guided her to the mattress, kissing her temple before he left the bed once again.
Cassidy curled up on her side. Her body was tired; her brain was blessedly calm. For the first time in a long time, she allowed herself the moment of contentment. She closed her eyes, wanting to be asleep before Mac left her; she wanted to go to sleep with this bit of peace.
It wasn’t to be. The bed bent as he joined her. Taking her in his arms, he spooned her, whispering against her ear, “Staying the night with you.”
Cassidy opened her eyes. She looked over her shoulder at him in bemusement.
He tucked a piece of hair behind her hair. “I’m not leaving you alone tonight. But I need to know you’re okay with me waking you up with my mouth if I want to.”