Her fingers came over his crown, caressing, running over his pre-cum. With a shudder of his own, he lifted his head and grasped the back of her neck, dragging her close. She opened her mouth for the kiss he was about to deliver; the kiss she craved; but he swerved at the last second, yanking her head to the side. His lips landed above her ear.
Disappointed, feverish, she begged, “Kiss me, Mac.”
He kissed her ear. “This is a kiss.” He nipped her lobe.
“I meant—”
“I know what you meant,” he interrupted, his gravelly voice rumbling against her skin. He moved his mouth to the hollow beneath her ear, biting lightly, then sucking, causing her to lose her breath and shiver with a quick moan, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Mmm, you like that.”
“Yes,” she panted, dropping her head to the side to give him better access while arching, allowing her nipples the sensation of rubbing against his warm flesh.
He let out a low chuckle, his arm at her waist, pulling her closer. “And I likethat.”
Cassidy had always been a woman who enjoyed foreplay, everything leading up to sex, but all she wanted right now was Mac inside of her, filling her, stretching her. Her brain had checked out; she was all needy libido, allneed. Her body was demanding satisfaction, like,now, so no matter how good these little explorations felt, she wanted to go straight for the main course.
“Inside me,” she pleaded, rising on her knees, her hand still on him, pumping him.
Mac’s eyes bored into hers, his a desire-darkened black.
“Now, Mac,” she insisted.
“Yes, ma’am.” He helped guide her over him, watching her face as she lowered herself on him, catching her slight wince. “Your ride, sweetheart,” he reminded her, then his breath caught as he was slowly encased. “Goddamn.”
She trembled, staring at him in surprise, her mouth open as she took in her staccato breaths. Her fingers dug into his shoulders harder with each inch that she lowered herself. If he noticed the pain from her grip, he didn’t let on; his gaze stayed focused on her.
Taking him in fully was equal parts euphoric and painful despite her body’s readiness for him; he was big. It’d been a long time for her. Her body had to adjust. They were both sweating and panting at her slow pace. Both wanted to move faster than her body could immediately accommodate, recognizing the chemistry they had together—more than sex, their bodies were eager to feed off each other. They were starving for what the other had to give.
Neither gave voice to the recognition, the realization.
“Fuck, Day,” Mac repeated when she finally enveloped the whole of him. He fell back on his elbows, looking at where their bodies joined, his dark curls twining with her lighter.
Bracing her hands on his chest, watching his tense face, Cassidy slowly rolled her hips. His dark eyes flicked up to hers, the intensity from earlier returning tenfold. His nostrils flared. He was holding back, tempering his impulses. This was hers—her rodeo.
So she rode him, her hips rolling over him, watching him as his all-consuming gaze roamed over her. She watched him watch how her hips moved, how her stomach muscles contracted, how her breasts lifted, the slight bounce to them. She watched him watch himself disappear into her, over and over, faster, sucking air in between his teeth, jackknifing involuntarily beneath her on rasps of pleasure.
But he kept his word; this was for her. She didn’t command anything else of him, and he complied as best he could. As she increased her pace, he struggled not to be an active participant, not to take over, instead gripping the edge of the porch, his tortured sounds heightening her delight.
There was something wildly sexy about a man—this man—allowing her to use him, reining in his power for her. Because she wasn’t naive enough to think the control was with anyone other than with him. He may have appeared to relinquish it to her, but in the span of a heartbeat, he could toss her down on the porch and be driving into her.
Her hand slid up to his neck as she fell forward, moving over him in earnest now; she couldn’t put to words the utter bliss her body was experiencing. Every thrust over him, grind into him, sent her into another universe. Her lips met his neck, his hot flesh, the intoxicating scent of him; her breasts flush against his chest, her nipples spearing him, all enhanced the headiness—the indescribable sensations. One of his arms encircled her, holding her close, ready to ground her when she exploded around him.
But she couldn’t, could she?
She couldn’t give this to herself.
Experience it, enjoy this?
Enjoy him.
To take, to step out, away.
To betray.
God, with another man.This man. This man who excited her when he shouldn’t.
“No.” The word flew past her lips as she froze with a gasp.
“Day?” His head came up, eyes focusing sharply on her.