by aching inch. She sucked in a breath of anticipation as his fingertips brushed the silky barrier between her sex and his touch.
“Do it,” she moaned.
His fingers shoved aside her panties. The first touch of his fingers against her hot, wet skin made her knees buckle. He caught her around the waist. “I got ya, honey,” he murmured.
It was sweet and tender. Too sweet and tender.
Keep it physical. Just physical.
She moved against his hand. Seeking. Seeking. He picked up the pace, rubbing where she needed it. “Oh God,” she moaned. “You’re really good at this.”
“I know.” He nipped her shoulder.
“Your arrogance ruins it a little.”
“Would you rather I be bad at it?”
She moaned an answer. He bit her earlobe, and she whimpered. He paused. “Did I hurt you?”
Her hand dove into her pants and covered his fingers. “Don’t stop.”
“That’s it, baby. Tell me what you need, Liv,” he whispered against her ear. “Boss me around.”
“Put your fingers inside me.”
He slid two fingers down her wet seam and plunged them inside her. Her nails dug into his hand as she cried out. Her body was the boss now, and he kept a firm arm around her waist as he did what she wanted. She rocked against his hand, and he met the pace of her hips with his thrusts.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” He rasped, because talking had apparently become as difficult for him as it had for her.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Tell me how to take you there. Tell me how to make you come.”
“Harder.” It was all she could get out, but he knew what she wanted. He used the heel of his hand to grind against her. She cried out and convulsed around his fingers. Her body went limp against him. Inside her underwear, he laced his fingers with hers. She turned her head and kissed him over her shoulder.
Mack scooped her up in his arms again, turned her, and set her on the bed. She molded into the mattress, her body limp and lithe, a satisfied flush on her skin.
“Now what?” he asked, towering over her.
“Take off your clothes.”
He did it slowly, taking his time to reveal skin and muscle to her hungry gaze. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He had the kind of sinewy muscles that came from jogging and genes, not hours in a gym. His chest was covered in thick, dark hair that narrowed to a thin line until it dipped enticingly into the top of his Levi’s.
She gulped.
He winked. “I get that reaction a lot.”
She shook her head. “I knew it. Your mouth is going to ruin this.”
“You have no idea what my mouth can do.”
“Promises, promises.”
Mack reached for her pants and yanked them off. They shed the rest of their clothes quickly, frantically. Then he lay down next to her, let out a growl, and slanted his mouth wide over hers. Hooking one arm around her waist, he pulled her onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. Straddling him, Liv gasped as the demanding throb of her desire met the hard bulge of his. At the intense pleasure, something took hold of them both, something primal, fierce, and unrestrained.
Mack’s hands slid down to palm her butt cheeks, squeezing and kneading and holding them steady as he lifted his hips in an erotic rhythm against her. Liv gripped his shoulders, dug her fingers into his skin, and rocked against the hard length of him. Their groans merged into one, so she did it again as he slid his hands up the front of her body. His thick, calloused fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts and then higher still until her pebbled nipples strained beneath his hurried exploration.
It wasn’t enough. “I need your mouth,” she moaned.
He leaned forward and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. Liv let out a cry and tilted her head back, her hands threading in his hair to hold him there. He lavished each breast with attention, sucking and licking until the pressure between her thighs became unbearable.
Liv might have been able to keep it that way—just physical, just her body responding to his body—if he hadn’t paused, if he hadn’t suddenly raised his gaze, if he hadn’t shaken his head and said with quiet wonderment, “I can’t take my eyes off you.”
She might have been able to convince herself this meant nothing if her heart hadn’t turned in on itself at his words, the look in his eyes, and the tenderness in his kiss when he tugged