She shook her head jerkily.
“Good girl.” His smile was tight, hungry. “Now, let me show you part of what you could be saying no to.”
She expected his kiss. She expected the flaming, destructive hunger she had seen in the past few days. She didn’t expect his control. She didn’t expect Jethro to suddenly have possession of her wrists as Mac had both hands free to unbutton her shirt.
“I love these little buttons,” he growled. “Opening them up is like Christmas. Because I know the sweetest, plumpest ni**les are waiting just below it.”
The edges of the shirt slid open, revealing the lace bra.
Mac’s look was frankly sensual and filled with a wry humor.
“Armor, sweetheart?”
She shuddered in Jethro’s grip as she stared up at her husband. Of course, she might have been able to maintain a semblance of strength if Jethro’s lips hadn’t lowered to her neck.
Mac’s gaze was caught by his friend’s movement, his eyes darkening, deepening, as his jaw flexed with the effort it was obviously taking to maintain his control.
The feel of the soft kisses at the tender cord of her neck as Mac watched, the scrape of teeth as her husband drew the shirt from her shoulders and allowed it to drape over her bound arms, had sensation clawing through her womb.
“I’m going to have to punish you for this.”
Keiley’s gaze widened as he tugged at the little clasp of the bra between her br**sts.
“P-punish me?” she stammered. Why did the threat sound so damned erotic.
“I’ve never spanked you, have I, Kei?” He almost crooned the question.
“No.” Keiley swallowed tightly. “Never.”
Did she want him to? Why was her rear tingling as though in anticipation?
“I’ve been dying to watch your pretty ass blush.”
The clasp released with a flick of his fingers, the lace cups shielding her br**sts and their tight tips despite the release.
But they couldn’t hold out against Mac’s fingers. Fingers that peeled the lace back as though he were unwrapping a particularly delicate present.
“Damn. That’s pretty,” Jethro suddenly growled behind her, his hands releasing her wrists slowly before he drew the shirt and bra from her.
“Too damned pretty.” Mac’s voice was tight now, throbbing with lust. “Pretty enough that it’s a damned shame to cover them.”
His head lowered as his arms went around her, his tongue licking over a tight peak as she jerked and cried out. Pleasure whipped through her body. Nerve endings that normally required dedicated foreplay to flare to life were suddenly throbbing in welcome.
She was barely aware of Jethro stepping away from her. She realized his body was no longer there, but she didn’t care that it was gone. Mac was holding her, lifting her against him as his lips covered the tight peak of her breast and began drawing on it with tight, deep draws of his mouth.
“Mac. Oh God. It’s too good.”
She was going to orgasm. Her ni**les were so sensitive, so throbbingly aware of each brush of his tongue, each draw of his mouth, that she could feel the sensation tearing into her womb. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers pushing into his hair. All she wanted to do was hold onto him. To hold this exquisite pleasure inside her forever. To hold Mac inside her forever.
It was different. So much different that she could barely process the additional sensuality, the pure eroticism overtaking her.
She was different. She could feel the differences now. Something wild and uninhibited was rising inside her. Something she couldn’t define, couldn’t make sense of. Something that washed over her like a tidal wave of erotic heat and held her beneath its simmering waves.
“I love your ni**les,” Mac groaned seconds later as he lifted his head from one peak and went to the next. “How hard and tight they get. How they redden from my mouth. My tongue.”
He licked over the other peak, drew it in, sucked at it strongly as she arched into his arms and held tight to his shoulders. The world was rocking around her. Spinning around her in heat and arousal, stealing her breath and her senses.
His head lifted, his lips damp from his ministrations to her nipple, his eyes nearly black with arousal.