She exhilarated in it.
“Your mouth is so damned hot. So sweet and tight,” he groaned, staring down at her as the gray shades of his eyes shifted and clashed together.
Her tongue flickered over the throbbing crest as he drew back, grimacing as she tightened her mouth on him.
Her hands slid over his tight abdomen as she began to suckle the broad head, moaning, fighting the dazed lust welling inside her as she tasted the pr**cum that greeted her efforts.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my dick. Show me how much you need me, Kei.”
Needed him? She was dying for him. Aching. She could feel her swollen cl*t pounding for attention, the juices gushing from her vagina in such exquisite need that it was agony.
She needed to be touched. Just one touch.
“I can’t touch you like this, can I, sugar?” He stared down at her with savage frustration. “How good would it be to have those pretty ni**les caressed? Lips at your neck, your back? Hands between those pretty thighs?”
His hand tightened in her hair to hold her in place as she tried to draw back, tried to escape the promise in his voice.
But she couldn’t stop the moan that fell from her lips. She could almost feel it. A phantom’s touch over her br**sts, between her thighs, the sharp aching need for those fingers between her thighs.
“I could give you that.” His gaze darkened further. His fingers tightened in her hair, tugging further.
And it shouldn’t have felt good. It shouldn’t have sent flames shooting from her scalp to her cl*t with devastating results.
“I will give that to you, Keiley.” His voice hardened, with determination, with approaching release. “All of it—all of it.”
He was thrusting past her lips, short, fierce thrusts that stroked his c**k over her lips as her tongue licked, stroked, spurring him on until with a shattered groan he exploded.
Keiley’s hands clenched in the material of his jeans as his se**n spurted into her mouth. Fierce jets of heated male warmth that only made her hungrier, only made her need more until he stilled, holding her still as he eased past her lips and stared down at her with blatant satisfaction.
She could barely breathe, her eyes clouded with her own arousal now as weakening sensuality burned through her veins.
“We’re not finished,” he informed her roughly, drawing her to her feet before fixing his jeans. “I think it’s time we both went to bed. Now.”
6
Keiley kept telling herself that she couldn’t do this. Not that she could force the words past her lips. Each time she tried, her throat tightened and the heated moisture between her thighs reminded her that she wanted this more than anything.
It was when Mac drew her through the kitchen, beneath the watchful eyes of Jethro Riggs, that Keiley began to tremble.
His eyes were glittering with lust as he lounged back in the kitchen chair. His obviously aroused body tensed, his expression as savagely hungry as Mac’s.
Then Mac stopped at the doorway, secured Keiley in his arms, and turned back to his friend.
“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” Mac asked the other man as his hand slid beneath her shirt, his calloused fingers caressing her stomach.
The touch was devastating, especially beneath Jethro’s gaze as he rose slowly from the table.
“Nothing planned.” Jethro’s voice was strained.
“We have the boat out at the lake,” Mac informed him. “I’ll take the day off tomorrow and we’ll go out for a while.”
Jethro stepped closer as Mac’s fingers stilled, and she felt the tension thickening in the room.
“Mac,” Keiley whispered, feeling Jethro’s body heat from the distance that separated them.
She couldn’t do this. Oh God, she needed to tell them she couldn’t do this. But all she could do was watch as Jethro neared them, his eyes suddenly on hers, the brilliancy of the blue color sinking into her.
“She’s scared, Mac,” he said gently as he stepped to her, his hand reaching out, his fingers touching her cheek in a brief caress.