Some Like It Charming - By Megan Bryce Page 0,44
sides apart, buttons popping off and flying everywhere.
She slapped his hands. “Come on! You’re destroying all my clothes.”
“I’m in the throes of passion here. I can’t be held responsible.” He placed his hands on her black lace bra and nodded approvingly. “The underwear’s not bad, though.”
Ethan reached behind Mackenzie and unsnapped the bra. He filled his hands with her bare breasts, then bent to suck one nipple. She ran her hands under his shirt and he grazed one nipple with his teeth. She pulled his shirt over his head and when he laid his hot skin against hers, she caught her breath.
He popped his head up. “Have you remembered yet?”
She nodded. “It’s coming back to me.”
“Good.” He nipped his way down her stomach and fingered her panties. “I don’t know why you bothered with these.”
He pulled them down her legs and flung them across the room. He sat back, looking at her, and smiled. “Nothing but my ring on. Could only be better if you were wearing heels.”
She shook her head and he said, “Maybe next time.”
He leaned down, licked her belly button and made her jump, and kissed his way back up.
She popped the button on his pants and he said, “Not until you say it.”
She rubbed the front of his pants, felt his erection straining the material, and said, “You really think I’m going to be the one to break first?”
He took a deep breath. Then another. Then he said, “Yes. Absolutely.”
She laughed and pushed his pants down his hips. “Prove it.”
He jumped up, kicked his pants off, and climbed back on the bed before she got more than a peek. He ripped open a condom packet.
She took it from him, pushed him onto his back, and knelt between his legs. She rolled the condom down his length, her hands cupped together, stroking him, rolling it down inch by slow inch.
He broke out into a sweat. “I’m starting to hate you.”
“Looks like it.”
He flipped her onto her back, his hot penis sliding between her legs, and said, “Please, God. Say it.”
She groaned. “Never.”
He rubbed the top of his penis against her cleft and she said, “Oh, Jesus.”
“Getting closer.”
“Ethan!”
He whispered, “Ethan, God, yes.”
“You goddam–”
“Yes.”
She growled at him and he used his teeth to nip the side of her breast. “Say yes.”
“Yes! Please, yes!”
He entered her in one smooth thrust, sliding into her ready wetness, and she shattered.
She heard him say, “You broke first,” and she groaned, long and low. She dug her fingernails into his back and he ground out, “Oh, shit.” And followed her into oblivion.
Ethan lay where he was for a few minutes. He’d get off her in a second, but he was relearning how to breathe. There was definitely something to be said for the chase.
He pushed up, finding her flushed and sweaty beneath him, and said, “That was nice.”
Her eyes opened slowly, the gold nearly engulfed by black. She blinked, focusing on him, then stretched. “Nice and short.”
“I’m surprised we lasted that long. I haven’t had to work that hard to get into a woman’s panties since I turned sixteen.”
She huffed a laugh and he pushed himself off her, laying on his side next to her. He fingered a few love marks on her pale skin.
She’d closed her eyes again and he studied her face. Soft and relaxed, so unlike her normal ferocious intensity. He felt a stab of half-regret, half-fear. Maybe Mackenzie wasn’t as O’Connor-proof as he’d thought.
He said, “We’re still safe here, right? This was just a friendly tickle between friends?”
Her mouth curved. “A tickle? Was that what that was?”
“It’s just that we happen to be engaged, and I happen to be a one-woman man.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him, clearly amused. “You’ve really got a thing about that.”
He rolled onto his back. “You try having that phrase drummed into your brain since childhood and see if you don’t have a thing.”
Mackenzie scooted under the covers, rolling onto her stomach and plopping her chin in her hands. “Are you telling me that you have issues?”
“Everyone has issues. It’s a rule.”
“And yours is?”
He crawled under the covers with her and their knees bumped. “If I tell you I have to marry you.”
She shivered. “Sorry. Involuntary reaction. I was picturing your mother’s face when you told her we were getting married for real.”
He froze and she said, “You’re supposed to laugh, not look terrified.”
“I’ve been here too many times to laugh about casual wedding comments.”
She stared at him before letting out a loud