“I can’t.”
“Cassidy.” His voice was a command; he lifted his hips, his arm around her, pulling her to him.
Cassidy started pushing at him as earnestly as she had been pulling at him moments ago, squeezing her eyes shut.
Mac anchored her to him with his arm around her hips and speared his other hand into her damp hair. Grasping her by the back of her head, pulling her in toward him, he demanded, “Cassidy, look at me.”
“I’m sorry; I’m so sorry.” She panicked, tears threatening, squirming in his lap, which only increased the pleasure, her body trembling. A strangled sound escaped her, between delight and torture, which clashed with his groan at her movements.
He lightly tugged on her head, ordering, “Look at me!”
Her chin trembling, afraid of the anger in his eyes—he had a right to it!—she opened her eyes and looked at him.
No judgment, no anger, just concern and determination. Determination forher.
“Don’t stop yourself,” he said heavily.
About to argue with him, he cut her off, “If you don’t let yourself feel this, you’ll never stop finding reasons to deny yourself.” He leaned forward and rested his forehead on hers. “You know I’m right.”
“Mac—”
“Feeling good isn’t a betrayal.Thisisn’t a betrayal.”
“But—”
“Don’t think, sweetheart,” he ordered. Moving his hand from her waist, he slipped it between them, finding her sensitive clit, massaging. “Take.”
With a cry, she lurched against his fingers, her arms flying around his shoulders, feeling the need to hold on to something to keep her on the earth as his touch threatened to shuttle her off it. In the same movement, he angled her head back, his mouth crashing into hers. His tongue swept in, velvety smooth, soft, and hot as it commandeered her own, kissing her with the thirst of a parched man drinking from a well. His fingers, his cock, were sending her into another orbit, but his kiss shattered her.
Everythingin her responded. Slipping her arms tighter around him, she lifted against him once again, sliding up the hardened length of him, moaning out her delight against his lips, before ramming herself back down, thrilling them both. They worked frantically against each other after that, mouths not leaving one another, tongues entangled, Mac urging her feverishly toward the edge.
Cassidy tore her mouth away as her legs started to shake, her body tensing, preparing to fracture. “Mac.” It was a breathless pant, her plea clear.
“Take it,” he ordered gruffly, and she obeyed.
When she would have fallen forward, he grasped her chin and tilted her head backward so he could watch her face. She sucked in air, her body trembling violently against him, milking his cock mercilessly as she came so hard she swore she saw his eyes roll to the back of his head as she shattered around him.
Her lashes fluttered, her fingers dug into his back, her breathless, orgasmic cry a sob, “Mac.” The sensation was similar to being underwater: weightless, deaf, blind, deprived of all senses yet feeling everything all at once, and it was…elation… unbearable pleasure. Her face, neck, and chest flushed, her hair wet from exertion rather than the lake. She looked at him with stunned wonder before her body released her from the shuddering crescendo, and she collapsed against him, her body momentarily not hers to command.
Releasing her chin, he cradled her for a moment, delivering a fierce kiss to the side of her head. But then he grasped her by her hips, lifting her gently, not moving her off him, but just enough to free himself.
Cassidy gasped as his erection, hot and wet from her, touched her stomach, springing between them; he hadn’t come. He was taking himself in hand, moving his hand vigorously between them. She placed her hand over his, moving her other weakened hand to his neck, burying her face against him, pressing as much of herself against him as she could, placing open-mouth kisses on his neck. When he came, the hot streams decorated her abdomen and stomach.
Mac let out a heavy breath, his arms going around her, holding her tightly as he shivered in the aftermath of an orgasm. Cassidy tucked herself into him, holding him, resting her cheek on his shoulder as their hearts and breathing calmed.
As her brain began to clear, she tried to pull away, but he held her firmly to him. Against his shoulder, she said, “I’m sorry. I… I wasn’t thinking.” Her impulsive act led to his pull-out; how stupid was she for not having thought of protection? It was a good thing one of them had their wits about them. Then, “I should go.” She tried to pull against his hold again.
“That’s rude.”
“What?” Cassidy asked, shocked. She pushed against him again, turning her head to look at him in surprise as he allowed her the briefest space to do so.
His brown eyes glinted with humor. “You’re always running away from me.”
“You advised me it would be in my best interest.”
He glanced down at their still-enmeshed bodies. “How’d that work out for you, sweetheart?”
Cassidy slapped his shoulder before pushing against him again, wriggling to get off his lap, senses coming alive at her movement, sparking again between them. “Oh, let go of me so I can leave. Wasn’t that a requirement?”