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Mac brings his other hand from behind his head, rests it on his stomach, and begins tapping his abs with his fingers. I sense a hesitation in him that matches mine in every movement he makes. Both of us are afraid to do what we really want to. The electricity between us is overwhelming, and I know he feels it too. I want to do something about it.
Testing the waters, I drape my left leg across him and gently shift my hips against his. I’m wearing only an oversized T-shirt and a pair of cotton underwear, so there isn’t much between us. His large hand moves from his stomach as he grips my thigh. Hard. With bated breath, he whispers against the top of my head, “Harper…”
I shift my hips again. “Mac…” He quickly rolls us over so I’m beneath him. His arms rest on either side of my head, and I can feel his impressively hard length against me through his jeans.
Oh my God.
“What are you doing to me? I shouldn’t want you like this,” he groans, his forehead pressed against mine.
I can’t speak. Like, I literally can’t form any words. Mac has stolen my ability to communicate, and he hasn’t even kissed me yet.
One of his hands begins running through my hair and finally rests on the side of my throat as his lips gently brush mine. Not quite yet a kiss
With an uneven breath, his eyes search for mine in the darkness, whispering against my mouth, “What do you want, Princess?”
“You,” I whisper.
His lips instantly meet mine with more intensity than I’ve ever experienced. This is different from our moment in the elevator. There was so much uneasiness at that moment that neither of us was sure what was happening was a good idea.
Now everything’s different. The way he’s devouring my mouth tells me he wants every second of this, that our bodies together are what he craves. And I couldn’t agree more.
His tongue continues brushes against mine, and I melt against his touch. He moves his hand from my neck toward my hip, brushing the side of my breast as he goes. Once his fingers move beneath the bottom of my shirt, I tense.
I’m not exactly skinny. I’ve never been ashamed of my body, and love every curve and dimple. Yet, every man I’ve been with seems to try and avoid them. Almost like the act of touching a single curve or roll would make their dick automatically deflate. So, instead of appreciating my whole body, they’d skip to the parts they deemed worthy.
Instead of removing his hand, he freezes, “Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head, “No.”
“Is this okay?”
Yes, yes, yes. A million times, yes.
“It’s okay.”
He leans forwards and runs his tongue along the length of my jaw. A shiver runs through my body as he moves his mouth over that perfect spot on my neck, right next to my collarbone. Slowly, he moves his hand from where it was resting on my stomach to one of my already hard nipples. He growls deep in his throat.
He softly bites my neck while pinching my nipple, and I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. “God, Mac…”
He removes his hand from my shirt and sits back on his knees between my legs, breathing heavily. I worry I’ve done something wrong and can’t help the look of disappointment that sweeps across my face.
What? No, that can’t be it.
“What do you want, princess?”
“I want you, Mac,” I reply, slightly confused.
“You have me. I’m right here.”
Damn it, no. I want more. Is he going to make me spell it out for him?
“Say it.”
I see the look on his face, and I know exactly why he wants me to be so clear about what I want. He wants to make sure I feel safe. He wants to take care of me.
That’s why I asked him to stay with me… wasn’t it? Because I was afraid.
At this moment, I know there is something here. I’m not imagining it. If there wasn’t, he wouldn’t give a shit about what I want. This dangerous and beautiful man could have any woman he wants any day of the week, but right now, he wants me, and I want him… more than anyone I’ve wanted in my life.
