paid her back by sinking the tips of his fingers into her bottom and thrusting up against her, rubbing her.
Gods, she needed more.
She kissed him, tangled her tongue with his and possessed his mouth as her hands fell to his chest, as she made fast work of the buttons of his tunic. She shoved it open as the last button gave, peeled herself off him and dropped her gaze to his body.
Shivered as she saw delicious bare flesh rather than his armour.
She slowly skimmed her hands up the perfection of his stomach, traced gentle lines around his six-pack and trembled as it tensed beneath her questing fingers. He leaned back into the chair, his head tipped back against the blue cushion, the tight cords of his neck tempting her to tease them with her teeth, to nibble and lick her way from there down to his navel. A hot, achy feeling bloomed inside her as she flattened her palms against the square slabs of his pectorals, as she pressed against them and felt the hardness of them.
Felt his strength.
His heart drummed against her palms, hammering a rhythm that matched the pace of her own, singing to her and telling her she wasn’t alone. They were one in this moment.
Mackenzie raked her short nails over his chest, earning a wicked growl from him. He sat up and seized her again, clutched her backside with one hand and the small of her back with the other, and dragged her against him. He kissed her hard, taking the lead again. She fought him, savoured the tug of war as they battled for dominance.
He cheated.
She gasped and rose up on her knees, quivered as his fingers brushed between her thighs again, caressing her bare flesh. He brought his hand around from behind her and pressed his thumb to her most sensitive spot, gently stroked it in a maddening way that had her forgetting kissing him, forgetting everything but the delicious feel of him touching her where she needed him most. She felt the heat of his gaze on her face as her eyes slipped shut, as she gave herself over to him and rocked against his hand, seeking more.
Needing more.
A need to touch him too mounted inside her, but she couldn’t move as he stroked her, as he teased her towards the edge before slowing again to pull her back from it, stealing control from her in a way she discovered she loved. She had never enjoyed being at someone’s mercy, had always fought it in the past, but the masterful way he teased her captivated her, rendered her immobile.
She moaned and her breaths came hard, faster, as he dipped his hand between her thighs, as he groaned and circled her core. That breath hitched as he eased a finger inside her sheath, as she clutched his shoulders to steady herself, or possibly anchor herself. She felt as if she was soaring higher as he pumped her with one finger and then two, his rumbling groans of pleasure sending sparks tripping through her, the thought that he was enjoying touching her only heightening the bliss she felt.
He withdrew his fingers and she muttered a curse, one that drew a chuckle from him before he kissed her again, pulled her down against him and took her mouth as he had taken her body, demanding she submit to him. She did so willingly, surrendering to his kiss, but only because she wanted him distracted.
Her fingers nimbly untied his trousers.
Hartt gasped into her mouth as her palm met the hot, hard steel of him, as she shivered and stroked him, felt him trembling against her too. She wrapped her hand around him and fisted him, released him and feathered her fingers over the blunt tip, smearing moisture into it. An ache filled her, a primal need seizing hold of her and stealing control.
She needed him inside her.
He didn’t resist as she grasped his shoulder with one hand, shoved him against the back of the seat and leaned over him. He kissed her again, nipped at her lower lip and sucked it into his mouth. With her other hand, she eased his cock lower. She shuffled forwards, groaned as the head slipped through her folds to tease her and then gently nudged inside.
Hartt growled, grasped her backside and raised his hips, eased his length inside her inch by inch, stretching and filling her.
She moaned and sank onto him, shivered as she sat on him, deeply aware of him