The Other Side of Us - By Sarah Mayberry Page 0,68
remotely explainable. All he knew was that he’d spent nearly twenty-four hours freaking out over something that had made sense to him only when he set his mouth against hers again.
This was happening, whether they liked it or not. And right this second, it felt unstoppable and absolutely inevitable.
He leaned forward and laid his cheek against hers. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the scent of her perfume and shampoo and the warmth of her skin.
“I don’t know about you, but crazy is feeling pretty bloody good right now.”
He felt rather than saw her smile. Easing away, she dug her hand into a hidden pocket in her pants and pulled out a small foil pack, pressing it into his hand.
“Just in case,” she said with a butter-wouldn’t-melt smile.
“Have I mentioned I love how organized you are?”
She took his hand and towed him toward the door. “Tell me later.”
She didn’t say anything more as she led him to the bedroom. The moment they got there, he pulled his sweater over his head, then his T-shirt. Her gaze went to his chest before dropping to his crotch. He savored the gleam in her eye. She wanted—needed—this as much as he did.
He pushed his jeans down, stepped out of them. Mackenzie started to undress, quickly catching up to him as she flung her yoga pants to one side and stripped off her top. She was wearing plain cotton bikini panties with an equally plain bra and she slipped both off as he pulled the sheets back. They met in the middle of the bed, legs tangling.
They kissed and stroked and teased each other until Mackenzie pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Her sex pressed against his erection and she gazed at him, her mouth slightly open, her eyes smoky with desire. He cupped her breasts, flicking her already-tight nipples with his thumbs. She arched her back, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands.
She started to move, stroking her sex along his erection, hands planted either side of his shoulders. He could feel how wet she was and how hard he was and he got even harder. She closed her eyes, an intent expression on her face as she concentrated on the slide of their bodies.
After a minute she opened her eyes again. She locked gazes with him before collecting the condom from where he’d left it on the bedside table. She tore the packet open with her teeth before stroking it onto his erection with firm, sure hands. Then she rose to her knees and took him in hand. His hands found her hips as she sank onto him.
“Mackenzie.”
She started to move and it was all he could do to stop himself from coming on the spot, she was so damned hot and tight and wet.
Mackenzie rode him with her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Her breasts rose and fell, rose and fell as her movements became increasingly urgent. He watched her through half-closed eyes, his hands gliding over the warm silk of her skin, fighting the growing need to grab her hips and thrust into her soft, yielding warmth.
Finally it was too much for him and he gave in to instinct, driving himself into her, need an urgent tattoo in his blood. She gave a small, inarticulate cry, her head dropping forward, her hands clutching at his shoulders. He felt her pulse around him...and was gone.
For long seconds there was nothing but the pleasure of release, then Mackenzie slid off him and dropped to the pillow next to him. He grabbed a tissue from the box beside the bed and took care of the condom before pulling up the covers and stretching out an arm. Mackenzie took the cue to rest her head on his shoulder, curling her body into his side.
He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the perfect simplicity of the moment. Her body warm from the exertions of their lovemaking. The thud-thud of her heart close to his own. The hush of her breath across his chest.
A feeling welled inside him, almost painful in its piercing sweetness. It took him a moment to recognize it as happiness.
Mackenzie rose onto one elbow, her blue gaze traveling over his shoulders and chest before scanning his face. She reached out and ran her fingers across his chin.
“Don’t think it to death, okay? We’ve both had a shitty time. Let’s just enjoy some good stuff for a change.”
There was only one possible response to her suggestion.