“Mackenzie.” He whispered her name as if to start a confession she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear. Not right then. So she silenced him with her mouth.
Cupping his face, letting the soft stubble of his beard slide through her fingers, she poured everything she felt but was afraid to say into that kiss. He got on board immediately, cupping her butt and lifting her up, only to slide her back down the length of him.
“So good,” she said at the sensation.
“I was aiming for fucking perfect,” he corrected, lifting her and letting her fall back down. Only this time he rose to meet her and ... perfect indeed.
“Again,” she begged, tightening her arms around his neck.
Always the overachiever, Hunter did it several times, and the combination of the friction and pressure had them both groaning in pleasure. Before long, their bodies were slick with heat, sliding against each other, ramping up the anticipation of what was to come until she thought she’d die from the pleasure.
“There,” she moaned. “Right there!”
And there they went, finding their perfect rhythm. So in tune with each other, it pushed her up, and up, and up.
And ladies’ choice was now her first choice because the anticipation didn’t even come close to preparing her for the sensation that followed, rocking her world and sending her over the edge into a Hunter-induced explosion of bliss.
Hunter continued to pump, sending more little tremors through her. Continued to harden inside her until he followed her over with an explosion of his own, his entire body shaking around hers as he reached his release.
“God, Trouble,” he groaned, his head arching back before coming to rest on her shoulder.
Her body wrapped limply around his. Both breathing hard, they held on until she felt the cool spring air roll over her heated skin, leaving goose bumps.
He lifted his head and kissed her forehead. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she said with a goofy grin on her face.
“Then you want to repeat what you said back there?” he asked, and her smile vanished.
“It’s not polite to ask a lady what she says in bed,” Mackenzie said, letting go and sliding to the floor.
“Good thing we aren’t in bed.” He took her hands, preventing her escape. “And I wasn’t talking about your dirty talk, although the ‘God, Hunter’ part was pretty hot and will play in my head for years to come. I was more interested in what you chose.”
She remained silent, and he lifted her hand to kiss the inside of her wrist. “No going back, remember?”
Oh, she remembered. And now that she wasn’t in a lust-driven state, she didn’t know what she’d been thinking.
“I’m pretty sure you said you choose me.”
“I can’t remember, I wasn’t thinking clearly.” Had she been, she never would have admitted that. Not to the guy who needed to be everyone’s personal hero.
“Well, I hope you’re listening clearly,” he said, placing her hands on his face, encouraging her to feel. Instead of the shocked horror she expected, he wore a genuine smile that gave life to the bead of hope she’d buried deep inside. “Because I choose you back, Mackenzie Hart. Freely and willingly, I choose us.”
