To make sure he definitely forgot what they had been talking about, she sashayed her hips as she stepped out of her trousers and said, “I have sexier underwear.”
His mouth fell open. Snapped closed. His eyes darted to hers, dark with hunger.
“I want to see it.”
She bet he did. “Be a good boy and you will.”
He rose to his feet in one sexy, fluid motion and clutched her hips as he pressed his front to her back, as he brought his mouth to her ear and whispered into it. “I can be very good.”
He lowered his mouth to her shoulder and kissed it again. Her eyes slipped shut as he pressed his hips forwards and slipped his hands over the front of her hips.
“I can also be very wicked,” he purred against her skin. “Do you have a preference?”
Boy, did she.
“Wicked,” she panted and arched against him, pressed her hands to the black wall and moaned as he rubbed between her buttocks. She wanted wicked like she had never wanted it before, craved it and him.
Hartt softly chuckled and kissed her shoulder, shifted his hands to the apex of her thighs and teased her through the lace of her panties. She had wanted to chastise him for finding her desperate need of him so amusing, but it died on her lips and came out as a moan as he slipped one hand beneath the material and into her soft folds to tease her bud.
“Gods,” she muttered, unable to hold it back as she clung to the wall.
He swept his lips down over her shoulder as he eased back, as he stroked and tormented her, had anticipation building inside her as her mind raced, thoughts spinning. His gaze seared her as he raked it down her back, ignited fire in her veins.
That fire became an inferno when Hartt tore her panties from her, when the soft rustle of material hitting the floor reached her ears, and he pulled her hips back. Dampness bloomed between her thighs, an aching need forming there that had her raising her hips, eager for him to fill her.
He didn’t make her wait.
She shuddered and moaned as the blunt tip of his shaft pressed between her thighs and he sank deep into her in one swift thrust. His front pressed to her back and he growled as he caught her under her right thigh, lifted her leg and angled his hips. He drove her into the wall with a brutal plunge of his cock.
Mackenzie turned her head and pressed her cheek to the wall, sank against it as he took her, as he pounded into her, as wild and desperate as she felt. She groaned with each meeting of their bodies, her breath sawing from her as the ache condensed, as it boiled down into a tight ball of need inside her that had her rocking against him, lost to sensation.
She cried out as release rolled over her, as it hit her out of nowhere and sent fire sweeping through her.
A moan fell from her lips as he slammed to the hilt inside her, as he throbbed and spilled hot seed, his fast breaths skimming across her back. Rather than loosening his hold on her thigh and hip, he tightened it instead.
Another moan slipped from her as he moved inside her, long and leisurely thrusts that roused the heat and hunger again, had it slowly rising within her to overshadow the haze of her climax. She waited for him to stop, expecting him to be spent, but he didn’t, and satisfaction hummed in her veins as she felt how hard he still was and grew aware they weren’t done.
That satisfaction morphed into a dark beast as he kept things slow, stoking her need of him. A need that rapidly grew and began to rip control from her, tearing it down to allow a feral and primal urge to fill her.
That urge made her want to growl and claw at him when he pulled out of her, to snarl at him for denying her what she wanted. The hunger to lash out at him was swift to abate as he turned her, as he lifted her and filled her. She groaned as she wrapped her legs around his bare hips, as he gripped her backside and thrust into her, faster now.
Mackenzie cupped his nape with her left hand, pressed her right one to his hard chest and stared into his eyes as he