Meant to Be Immortal (Argeneau #32) - Lynsay Sands Page 0,94

it; we can always work you up again after and try a second round.”

Mac gaped at that announcement, his grip tightening on her hands to keep her from going back to work on his jeans. They struggled briefly, and then he rolled her on the bed, raising her hands over her head as he did and keeping them there as he kissed her.

CJ stopped trying to free her hands at once when his mouth covered hers. Opening to him like a flower to the sun, she took in his tongue, rasping it with her own, and then tilted her head slightly to a better angle. When he began to grind his hips into her, she wrapped her legs around him, urging him on, and when he finally released her hands, she reached for him, sliding the fingers of one hand around his head to tangle in his hair, while the other reached down to cup and squeeze his bottom and urge him closer still.

Mac couldn’t get any closer with their clothes on. He would have liked to remedy that situation, and planned to, just as soon as he’d sufficiently distracted CJ from trying to pleasure him. Once he had her so wound up she couldn’t think straight, he’d strip them both, pull on a condom, and finally sink into her depths. At least that’s what he told himself. The problem was, getting her that wound up got him that wound up too. He didn’t even get the chance to caress her more intimately; kissing her deeply, caressing her breasts, and tweaking her nipples along with grinding himself against her over and over again did the trick quite nicely. And before he could even consider stripping her or himself, CJ was tearing her mouth away to cry out as he pushed them both past that fine border between excitement and release and into the darkness that waited on the other side.

It was something cool and sweet smelling running back and forth over her mouth that woke up CJ. Opening sleepy eyes, she peered up into Mac’s smiling face and then noted the slice of orange he was rubbing across her lower lip.

“Hungry?” he asked softly.

She opened her mouth to answer and he slid the orange in. Tangy juice exploded into her mouth as soon as she bit down, and she smiled at the burst of flavor. But that smile faded slightly as her eyes slid over his body and she saw that he’d peeled away his jeans and boxer briefs as surely as he’d peeled the orange and was now completely naked. He was also fully erect.

A cool slice of orange running lightly across her nipple reclaimed her attention from his rather impressive erection and CJ shifted her gaze to his face again as he said, “I hope you don’t mind.”

She wasn’t sure if he was asking about the fact that he’d stripped while she slept, or about the orange he was rubbing her nipple with, but she didn’t mind either, so simply shook her head and then peered down at her chest with confusion when she felt a drop of liquid run down her breast to pool on her sternum. The orange he was rubbing over her nipple was only a half slice and it was the open end he was using. He’d also squeezed it so that juice covered the darkened area and as she watched he bent his head to lick up the small spot between her breasts, then followed the sweet trail up to her nipple.

CJ moaned as his tongue swirled over the tight bud, licking it clean with lavish attention before sucking it into his mouth. Her hands moved of their own accord to his head and the one shoulder she could reach, and she arched into his caress, her legs moving restlessly as a throbbing ache started between them.

As if drawn by the movement, Mac slid one hand down her stomach and over her jeans to cup her there and CJ gasped, and let her back drop in favor of bucking her hips up into the touch. The moment she did, Mac let her nipple slip from his mouth and sat up on his haunches to quickly pull her jeans down. The man was as fast as lightning. She’d barely registered what he was doing when her jeans were off and being tossed aside, and then Mac was shifting to cover her, his hips resting between her legs, pressing against her hungry ache as he