The Other Side of Us - By Sarah Mayberry Page 0,58

her eyes.

“I was trying to seduce you.”

“Mission accomplished.”

He kissed her, his body shaking with barely controlled need. His hands covered her breasts, his fingers plucking at her nipples as he pressed his hips against hers. She’d never been so turned-on in her life, every inch of her skin screaming to be in contact with his. Desire was an ache between her thighs, insatiable and demanding.

Her hands fumbled at his fly, dragging the tab down. His body jerked as she slipped her hand inside his jeans and underwear and wrapped it around his erection. He was incredibly hot and hard in her hand and she made a needy sound in her throat.

His hands found the stud on her jeans and she bit his lower lip encouragingly as he lowered the fly. His warm hand smoothed south, slipping beneath the elastic of her panties. Way, way, way at the back of her brain she was aware that this was one of many moments where he might hesitate or, worse, retreat as he encountered the evidence of her injuries. That part of her was silenced as his fingers slipped lower, delving between her thighs.

“Mackenzie,” he whispered as he discovered how wet and ready she was.

Her hand tightened around his erection as he found her, his finger working in delicate circles. She could feel her climax rushing toward her, even though they’d barely started. It had been so long and he was so damn hot....

But she wanted him inside her when she came, wanted to have the hardness in her hand filling her, stretching her. She released her grip on him and started pushing at his jeans.

He broke their kiss, his lips trailing across her cheek to find the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “Not here,” he murmured against her skin.

“Yes,” she insisted, pushing his jeans lower on his hips.

She wanted him now. Couldn’t bear to wait even as long as it would take to find a bedroom. Pushing him away, she locked eyes with him briefly before concentrating on his jeans, dragging them down his legs. It seemed only natural to follow them down, to press her face against his flat belly before taking him in her hand and pulling him into her mouth.

He swore, his hand coming to cup the back of her head. He tasted like sweat and need and she closed her eyes and savored him. After a few seconds he pulled away from her. He gripped her beneath the arms and encouraged her to rise.

“You’re not getting off that easy,” he said.

He grasped the waistband of her sweater, pulling it over her head in one swift move. His gaze swept from breast to breast.

“You put this on for me?” he asked, tracing the edge of her lacy bra where it curved over her breast.

“Yes.”

“Good choice.” He reached behind her and her bra was suddenly loose around her torso. “But this is much, much better.”

The next thing she knew, he had the straps down her arms and she was naked from the waist up. He made an appreciative noise before lowering his head to pull a nipple into his mouth.

The sharp pull of his mouth, the wet heat, the sight of his head over her breast... She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as she hung on for dear life.

“You taste good,” he said as he lifted his head. He kissed her again, the force of his desire tilting her head back. She felt his hands at her hips, then the tug of denim against her skin as he pushed her jeans and panties down her thighs.

She was naked now, bared utterly to him, and a rush of anxiety cut through her arousal. There was no way he could fail to notice the brutal scar across her hips now. It was center stage, waiting for its moment in the spotlight.

The thought had barely registered before he ducked in front of her, tucking his shoulder beneath her body. Suddenly she was airborne, flailing for purchase, one of his strong arms clamped around her waist, the other gripping an ass cheek in a provocative, primitive way as he lifted her in a firefighter’s hold.

“Been wanting to do that for a while,” he said as her shock turned to laughter.

He headed up the hall, turning into the first room. He leaned forward, then she was tumbling onto a bed. He wasted no time following her, his gaze sweeping over her in hungry appraisal.

Again, she tensed, waiting for him to hesitate or backpedal