After arriving back home, whatever concern had been hovering dissipated. He’d quipped that clothes weren’t required for the evening he had in mind. She’d haughtily reminded him they still didn’t know the simplest things about each other.
The next thing she knew, her dress was shredded on the dock, and she was questioned about her college major as he threw her over his shoulder. She lost her panties at the bottom of his stairs as she was asked about her favorite color before he’d taken her breath away with a kiss. She then found herself on her back on his porch. Now ice cream.
Lifting his mouth, he looked up at her expectantly. “Day!”
“Oh my god,” she panted, looking back at him in distress that he’d stopped.
He grinned.
“Don’t…” she gasped, lifting her hips toward him, unable to get the wordstopout. Instead, she invoked his name on a plea, “Mac.”
“Ice cream?”
“Pralines and cream.”
He made a face. “The fuck, Day?”
“Really?!”
With a chuckle, he resumed his delightful task, tongue laving and licking, drawing a low moan from her, her body shuddering beneath his ministrations. He was taking his time, toying with her, taking her to the peak, and backing off as she writhed and twisted beneath him, her fingers tangled in his hair. He wasn’t going to have any hair left if he didn’t give her what she needed.
“Let me come, Mac,” she pleaded on a squeak, heels driving into the wood as she lifted against him.
He moaned, the sound reverberating throughout her and resulting in a staccato cry of her own. He slipped two fingers inside of her with a determined thrust, hooking them for maximum effect. She didn’t know whether to curse or praise him, so the sounds leaving her were gasps and desperate cries of release as he worked her.
When she stiffened against him, her orgasmic cry shattering an otherwise peaceful night, he grasped her under her buttocks and pulled her toward him. The suction of his mouth sure and determined, tongue dipping, flicking, and swirling, he lapped up the warm rush of liquid as she jerked against him, drawing out her pleasure. Her fingers now clawed at the wood of the porch as he demanded a second climax from her, and she obeyed with a hoarse, breathless scream before going limp. Blood pounded in her ears, throughout her body, but the throbbing between her legs in the aftermath of what he’d done to her was amazing. He put her on another plane entirely. Mac always left her feeling ravished.
Decadent.
Transcendent.
Devoured.
She grinned up at the overhang, her eyes closed in her moment of euphoria, thinking this was only the beginning of the night.
Mac climbed up her body, kissing her abdomen, her stomach, biting a taut nipple through the stretchy lace of her bra. She jerked with a moan beneath his attention, one lazy hand raising to his waist as a welcome, her smile still in place as she dragged her eyelids open to look up at him.
Smiling back down at her, he ran a hand along her already bent leg and hooked his elbow beneath her knee, opening her wider for him. Lining up at her still-throbbing and sensitive entrance, he eased himself in. Her breath caught at his intentional pace, and she rolled upward to meet him, arms encircling his waist, one hand slipping over his buttocks to encourage deeper penetration.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he buried himself, dropping his forehead to hers.
Tilting her chin up, tasting herself on him and finding it arousing—not for the first time—she gave him a little nip. She said against his lips, “Please do.”
His eyes bored into hers, warm, seeking, appreciative, heated. Her heart burst; her libido went through the roof, and he was already inside of her—had sent her spiraling twice. Looking back with every emotion naked for him to see, she said again, because she didn’t think she’d ever be able to say it enough, “I love you.”
His dark eyes took on a shine before he let out a groan and captured her lips with his, punctuating the possession of her mouth with a thrust. She gasped into his mouth as she experienced a full-body shiver.
This man owned her heart, soul, and body; this man was her complete master.
They weren’t equals in this. Elijah had been her equal, but Macownedher. She’d always thought the concept ridiculous until she’d experienced it.
He powered into her, his lips finding the spot on her neck that drove her crazy, his hands working her breasts through her bra, rolling her nipples, pinching, driving her mad beneath the warm weight of him as he plunged into her. She clawed, she arched upward, she fought to get him as deep as she could, slipping dizzily and deliriously toward the finish line on muffled shrieks and pleading gasps.
And when she came this time, both arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, her face buried into his neck, the most incredible sense ofcompletioncame over her. Rightness, although she was certain Elijah would argue that wasn’t a word.
The most rewarding part was the lack of guilt.
Mac barreled into her, gathering her even closer as he met his release, the heat of him pumping into her before he shivered and relaxed against her. He palmed her cheek, kissing her, his eyes still closed as he experienced his own post-orgasm euphoria.