“Some things should remain fantasy,” she whispered desperately. “I don’t want to lose you, Mac. I don’t want to lose what we have.”
He pulled her t-shirt down slowly.
“You’ll never lose me. But think about this, Keiley. You’ve never had all of me, either.”
“Because I haven’t let another man f**k me?” she exclaimed, confusion and wariness blooming into fear. “Let me jump right out and take care of that. Why should I wait for you to pick someone for me? I’m highly capable of doing it for myself.”
Confidence. Dominance. Self-awareness. They glittered in his eyes and tightened his expression.
“This has nothing to do with f**king another man. It has to do with accepting the pleasure I have to give you. I’m not hiding it anymore. Accept or reject it, however you want to. But don’t start lying to yourself because you’re scared. That I won’t accept. And don’t think you’re going to spend the night on that damned computer working. You wanted to be f**ked in the bed. Tonight that bed is going to see some action, sweetheart.”
Her eyes widened. “Excuse me? You think I’m going to let him—”
“Me,” he snapped. “Me. You. All night, Keiley. Every night. You know the truth now; there’s nothing left to hide. Now you get to see the man you married. Not the man I’ve been giving you. And I sure as hell don’t need any help with that.”
And he didn’t need any help silencing the protest forming on her lips. Before she could stop him, his lips covered hers. Not roughly, but firmly. His tongue parted them, licked, stroked, forged into her mouth and warred with her own as she felt the hunger surge through her brain.
This kiss. It was a demand. It wasn’t a request.
She met it. Her tongue pressed against his, licked at his lips as he drew back; her teeth nipped, and a cry of pure pleasure left her throat as he took control once more.
He devoured her lips. This was no regular kiss. He was feeding from her hunger, his own growing, whipping around her, burning through her, until he reclaimed it from her lips, her tongue, and allowed it to burn into her once again.
She was in flames. She couldn’t touch him enough. She had to get closer.
The sound of fabric tearing barely penetrated the haze of lust that seemed to enfold her. Mac’s muttered groan only increased her need.
But she could touch his chest now. Her nails scoured down the muscular contours, sifting through the light sprinkling of hair before encountering the band of his jeans and the wide leather belt he wore.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he muttered, tearing his lips from hers as she tugged desperately at his belt. “Take what you want.”
What she needed. As though the dark hungers that were a part of Mac were suddenly filtering through her own head.
She couldn’t touch him enough. She tore at his belt, releasing it, only to tug open the metal snaps of his jeans to reach inside and draw the thick, hard length of his c**k from beneath the snug briefs he wore.
“Damn.” His fractured groan only spurred her on.
He filled her hands. The hard length with its thick veins and silky flesh over iron hardness had her stomach clenching, her womb spasming with the need for release.
“Come here.” Before she could protest, he lifted her from the washing machine only to set her to her feet before pressing her to her knees.
There was no request. He was always considerate when he asked her to go down on him. But this time, consideration had gone to hell. One hand was buried in her hair, the other gripped his cock, and within seconds Keiley found her mouth filled with the wide, damp head of his erection.
He tasted earthy, like a storm coming over the mountains. Wild and irresistible, strong and determined.
“Suck it, Kei,” he ordered hoarsely. “Let me watch you take me, sugar.”
Her eyes drifted open, widening fractionally at the hard, savage cast of his expression.
In the back of her mind she knew that Jethro could hear it all. There wasn’t a sound coming from the kitchen. The only sounds in the house were those of her cries, muffled only by the slow, heavy thrust of Mac’s c**k into her mouth.
And she didn’t care. She knew he could hear. Knew he was listening. Lusting. She was driven by the knowledge glittering in Mac’s eyes and the hunger burning through her body.
The hand at the back of her head tightened, causing a slight, stinging burn to fill her scalp.
She loved it.
His hard flesh stretched her lips, filling her with a power and a hunger she couldn’t control.