Some Like It Charming - By Megan Bryce Page 0,27
chest. She said, “This was not in any part of our agreement.”
“I don’t know why we didn’t address it then. I tried, if you’ll remember.”
“There was nothing to address, then or now.”
His lips touched hers and she jerked her head back.
He slid his hand up her back and into her hair, and he held her head still as his lips touched hers again. His tongue tickled the seam of her lips and she kept them firmly shut. He looked at her through lidded eyes and found her looking back at him. He trailed kisses across her cheek to her ear.
He whispered, “You look beautiful. But I liked your hair brown.”
Mackenzie whispered back, “It’s your mother’s fault.”
“Try not to listen to my mother, would you?”
“I could probably do that.”
“Good. Now can we stop talking about her?”
Mackenzie leaned back slightly. “You’re the one who brought her up.”
“I did? My mistake.”
She laughed and he took advantage of her open mouth. She tasted like chocolate and smelled like woman. It was kryptonite to his self-control and when she stopped fighting and let his tongue enter her mouth, he forgot where they were.
She mumbled against his lips. “This is a bad idea.”
“The worst I’ve ever had.”
She sighed slightly and leaned into him. “As long as you realize that.”
“Oh, I do. I really, really do.”
Mackenzie gave a breathy chuckle and Ethan gripped her thigh, pulling her leg over his hip until she was nearly straddling him and her dress was riding dangerously high.
He circled the back of her thighs with his hands, his fingers grazing the apex of her legs.
Her breath whooshed out and he doubled down, one hand moving up to cup her butt and pull her even closer. He slid his other fingers lightly up and down.
She murmured, “I’m pretty sure this counts as sexual harassment.”
“Absolutely. Be sure and tell the judge that you like to be on top.”
Mackenzie leaned against him heavily, her mouth fighting his for dominance. He bit her lip, then sucked lightly, easing the sting.
Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling slightly, and he grinned against her mouth.
He gripped her hips, pushing her down onto his lap, rubbing his erection against her, and her breath caught. Ethan’s fingers tightened, digging into her flesh, and then moved north.
His hands roamed higher and higher, searching for the top of her panties, until her dress was pushed to her waist. He tore his mouth from hers and looked down at what his fingers had been trying to tell his brain. He wasn’t getting into this woman’s underpants.
He growled, “Goddamn Spanx.”
He thought about trying to rip the offending garment off but even in his lust-induced haze he realized the futility of that. He looked around wildly. His keys? Could he hack it off with his keys?
Mackenzie dropped her head onto his shoulder and whispered, “Ethan.”
He damn near exploded right then.
He tipped his head back and took a deep breath. Then another.
She tried to climb off him and he wrapped an arm around her waist, securing her to him while he breathed. In and out.
A paparazzo sidled up to the limo and tried to look through the window, and Ethan remembered where they were and what they were supposed to be doing.
Ethan ran his hand down her arm and tangled her fingers with his own.
After a moment spent getting himself back under control, he pulled back and looked at her critically. He pulled her dress back down, swiped a thumb under her lips and wiped away the remnants of her lipstick, then nodded, satisfied.
He said, “Okay, forget the smile. Looking dazed and ruffled will work just fine.”
And he opened the door and pulled her out into the flashing cameras.
Mackenzie sat in her car with Cassandra, watching the circus that was now her street. Cassandra whistled. “So, what’s the plan?”
“Run them all over?”
“Could work, but then you’d go to jail. You probably would have to give Mr. O’Connor his million back for nonperformance. You need some bodyguards.”
“Dinner last night was supposed to make them all go away and leave me alone.”
“I’d say it didn’t work.”
Mackenzie blew her breath out. “What if we went through my neighbor’s yard and snuck in the back door?”
“Might work.”
“Or we go in pedal to the metal, horn blaring, and see how many don’t get out of the way in time.”
“I vote sneaking in the back.”
“Yeah.” Mackenzie reversed the car. “This might not work, but I don’t think they can come onto the property. Right? Trespassing, right?”
“This could end with a picture