“I don’t think so, Mac.” She smiled sweetly. “I have too much to do tonight to play games with you.”
She was pushing it and she knew it. Pushing his arousal, pushing her own boundaries. She was tired of the restlessness, tired of the tension growing within them both, the knowledge that there was more left to explore, that there was more pleasure, more adventure in his arms than he had ever let her see so far.
“But I want to play games, Kei,” he informed her with dark amusement as the ends of his belt released.
God, that was sexy. Just the belt open, the heavy bulge of his c**k straining beneath the denim.
“We don’t always get what we want.” She pursed her lips in mock sympathy. “You should know that by now.”
His chuckle was deep, shadowed with a hidden power that she knew she had yet to glimpse. Who was this man she had married? She thought she knew him so well, but she was beginning to realize that perhaps she only knew a shadow of his sexuality. The hunger lurking beneath the controlled exterior had excitement racing through her veins. She could see it now. His eyes weren’t stormy; they weren’t dark with shadows of a hunger he wasn’t revealing. They were clear, bright, heated by an inner flame that reached out to burn her as well.
She could feel her breathing growing rougher, heavier. Her br**sts became swollen, the ni**les so sensitive that their rasp against the lace of her bra was incredibly arousing. And between her thighs, her cl*t was swelling, her sex spilling its slick moisture, preparing her for him.
“I’m going to get what I want in this case,” he promised, moving too quickly for her to evade, catching her wrists and drawing them behind her back as he jerked her against him.
His erection dug into her stomach, pressing hot and hard against her as he held her wrists at the small of her back and arched her into his hold.
“Now what?” she challenged him, struggling against him, feeling her pulse racing at the knowledge that he wasn’t letting her escape.
She loved this. It sent a spike of heat tearing through her, clenching her womb and spasming through her vagina as he lifted her from her feet.
“Now we play my way.” His tone warned her that what was coming could be more than she had ever anticipated. “We show you exactly what the meaning of true pleasure can be, sweetheart.”
“We.” Him and Jethro.
Keiley breathed in roughly as he lifted her from her feet, still holding her wrists while the other arm wrapped around her h*ps to move her from the kitchen, through the foyer into the open, dimly lit living room.
“Dinner,” she whispered, suddenly uncertain, nervous as Jethro moved from the shaded window, doing as Mac had done and loosening his belt first.
“Scared, baby?” Mac cupped her face with his hand, turning her head until he was staring into her eyes, the heavy dominance in his expression stealing her breath.
She could feel her lips trembling, fear and hunger and uncertainty clouding her mind.
“I—” She whimpered as his lips lowered to hers, tears dampening her eyes as the ramifications of what they were about to do began to pound into her brain. “I love only you,” she whispered against his lips. “I love only you, Mac.”
His head lifted, his expression at once gentle and filled with lust. She could see the love in his eyes, the hunger and the promise. But fear began to edge into her mind. No other man had ever touched her, had ever taken her.
“And I love only you, Keiley,” he promised her. She heard the promise in his voice, the emotion, the need.
“We need to talk about this,” she protested again as his lips lowered to hers once again.
“The time to talk is over,” he told her firmly. “Unless you say no, then all I want to hear are your cries of pleasure.”
“If I say no?” But did she want to say no?
“No means no,” he agreed, his lashes lowering over his eyes as his thumb smoothed over her lips. “But is that what you really want to do?”
Was it what she wanted to do?
Mac’s hand slid down her neck then, over her chest, to the buttons that secured the knit shirt. Keiley fought to keep her eyes open, to hold onto her senses as she felt Jethro moving behind her.
“Mac—”
“It’s okay, sugar,” Jethro whispered then. “Nothing too heavy this time. We’re just going to play a little bit.”
His voice was a breath of sound at her ear, the warmth of his body heating her from behind as Mac held her steady against his body.
“Feel how hot it can get, Keiley,” Mac told her then. “That’s all. Do you think I would force you?”