Rock Chick Reckoning(98)

Now, I was laying partial y on my bel y, partial y on my side, my leg crooked deep, Mace’s body pressed tight to me, his leg crooked into mine.

“Mace,” I repeated, my sleepy-weak resistance already flagging.

We needed to talk about a lot of things and I needed not to have sex with him again. I was beginning to think I was giving him the wrong impression.

Hel , who was I kidding? How could he not have the wrong impression?

“Quiet, Kitten, I wanna listen to you come,” Mace murmured into my neck as his hand pushed into my panties.

His words made my body shiver again.

“We need to talk,” I told him, holding onto my failing resistance but his finger honed in on the target and pressed deep.

Oh lordy be.

My h*ps jerked and involuntarily, I started purring. I couldn’t help myself, it felt nice.

What was the matter with me?

Did I have no wil power?

“We’l talk later,” Mace declared, his deep voice smooth as velvet.

“We need to talk now,” my mouth protested even as my h*ps pressed into his hand.

“Later,” Mace returned and I wanted to say something, honest I did but there was some lovely circling at the target honest I did but there was some lovely circling at the target then his hand moved lower and his finger slid slowly, deliciously inside.

“Oh my,” I whispered, my eyes closing and my head tilting back until it hit his shoulder.

Al of a sudden, I didn’t care what impression I was giving, I just wanted his finger never to stop what it was doing.

I turned to face him and he didn’t hesitate. His mouth was on mine and he was kissing me, hard and deep as his finger moved slowly in and out and my h*ps moved with it.

It felt effing great.

“Sweet, wet, silk,” Mace whispered against my mouth, his words trembled through me and I purred against his lips.

It was then the sound of a buzzer I never heard tore through the room.

Erm, what was that?

Mace’s finger stopped, my eyes opened slowly and he muttered, “Fuck.”

“What’s that?” I asked just as the buzzer went again, this time for longer.

“Fuck,” Mace repeated, his finger sliding gently out of me. I felt his heat leave me as his body moved away.

“Sorry, babe, door,” he said as explanation, kissed my shoulder, threw the covers back and knifed out of bed.

Juno, who was standing by the door staring up at the alarm panel, woofed in doggie confusion. She’d never heard the buzzer either.

I watched Mace stalk na**d to the door and tried to get my body back under my control.

This was difficult, mostly because I was seriously turned on but also watching Mace’s na**d body doing anything only managed to make me more turned on.

Okay, this was ridiculous. Somehow, I was going to have to get control of my Inner Mace Slut.

Mace hit a button and bit out, “What?”