grabbed the leather pants and peeled them even farther past my knees and my ankles. “We don’t want that.”
“Me to lose my pride?” I rasped as she leaned over my body, her hair creating a curtain across half her face.
“Your pride could take a few hits—I was talking about this.” She lowered her head.
“Slade!” Matt knocked on the door.
“Open that door and I’m killing you!” I roared.
Mack’s breath was hot against my burning skin, my dick strained toward her mouth in a painful way that had me lifting my hips toward her.
“Seriously, Slade?” Matt hissed.
“Matt . . . I just need some privacy.”
“Yeah, yeah, I bet you do . . .”
Mack snorted out another laugh while I was in serious pain. “It’s not funny, I need you. I don’t know what good deed I did in this lifetime to deserve your mouth on my cock but—I’ll take it. I’ll take it every damn day.”
Her smile lit up the room as I gripped her by the shoulders, tugged her forward, and kissed her soundly, making sure she knew without a doubt that I was hers—she was mine.
Mack broke away. “Did you mean it?”
“That I was going to lose my erection? Yes. Every word.”
She rolled her eyes and then looked away from me. “You said you loved me.”
“Love,” I corrected. “Present tense. Not past.” I cupped her face between my hands and forced her to look at me. “I meant it. And I’m sorry that you had to see me with another woman. I’m sorry that my hands were on her even though they wanted to be on you. I’m sorry that I’m the guy that used to feed off the attention—which just proves how wrong my ex was for me, because I didn’t care when she was standing there watching, I didn’t care that women threw themselves at me. But with you? I would have walked away from this job and not looked back. I would burn every fucking bridge in this industry for you. I hope you know that.”
Tears filled her eyes. Mack gave a jerky nod then pressed another kiss to my lips. It was softer this time, it tasted right. It tasted perfect. I never wanted to stop exploring her. There was always new skin to taste, new angles to try, new ways to make her cry out with pleasure.
And the more she gave.
The more addicted I became.
The more I needed.
I shoved her leggings down at about the same time she positioned herself over me.
“Look at me.” I held her face again. “Only me.”
She slid down my length, her lips parting with each inch. Filling her was a new experience each time—along with a feeling of coming home.
Mack braced her hand against my shoulder as I tugged her leggings the rest of the way to the floor, sat up, and picked her up by the ass, making it so either leg straddled me on the couch. I took her deeper.
A look of vulnerability crossed her features as she wrapped her arms around my neck, seeking another kiss. One I was more than happy to give her.
I ached for her in a way that bordered on painful.
And she was the only cure for it.
I felt my body throb inside hers, felt every breath she took like it was my own, experienced each wave as she rolled her hips.
Her lips trembled when I kissed her again, an ethereal feeling soared through me when it was me she clung to, when it was me she trusted with everything.
When I had no right for it to be me.
I dug my hands into her backside as her body started to shake.
No words.
I didn’t want words between us.
Words you could misunderstand.
But this?
Our bodies joined together?
No misunderstanding. Just trust. Love. And completion. I withdrew from her then welcomed another open-mouth kiss as I drove home.
I felt her whisper my name across her tongue.
I smiled when she came apart all over me.
Body limp, she collapsed against my chest. “Now we’re both sweaty.”
I ducked my head against her perfumed neck, a mixture of sweat and the lavender body wash she kept at my house.
“Mack?”
“Slade?”
“Don’t ever give up on me.”
She probably didn’t realize how hard that was to say out loud.
Or how much I needed her to replace the one person in my world who had promised to always have my back.
“Promise,” she whispered. “As long as you never wear leather pants again.”
“I’m burning them later, thought we could celebrate with some wine—since you go back to your