“Say it. Say you’re mine,” he orders as he drives deeper, setting me on fire.
“Yes,” I reply, holding on tight. “I’m yours.”
“Say you know I will be here waiting for you.” He plunges hard again and then again. I’m burning up.
“Yes.” There’s no stopping now.
“Say you trust me to wait for you, only you,” he pleads as he thrusts long and slow again, driving us both closer and closer to the edge of madness.
“Yes,” I whimper. “I trust you. I’m yours.”
The words are out of my mouth before I can even think about what I’ve said, but I know it’s true. I might not be ready to share the full depth of my feelings for Kyle, but I know what I’ve shared now is enough. And it’s also true.
There’s no going back. We’re too close to the edge of passion, and the steep cliff of commitment.
My words seem to break the chains he’s carefully holding onto his control with, and he just. Lets. Go.
Chapter Nine
Kyle
The one
I snap. That’s the best way I can describe it.
When MacKenzie tells me she’s mine, that she knows I’ll wait for her, and that she can trust me to do so faithfully while she’s gone, it just does something to me. I’ve never been the guy who wanted attachments or entanglements, but now I can’t seem to do anything other than demand them with MacKenzie. I need to have this claim on her and for her to claim me just as well. This possessiveness isn’t usually my thing but she just does something to me. She calls to the beast inside me.
She makes me crazy, and yet I want nobody else.
I press my lips to hers and pump into her, moving faster and faster. MacKenzie gasps, and I lick into her mouth, tasting her sweetness.
She rakes her nails down my back, and the sting only pushes me. It drives me higher. The need to possess her, to take her hard and fast, and make her mine is compelling me as I move over her and within her body. The tension that was riding me hard all week, wondering if I was pushing her too hard, too fast, knowing how skittish she is about relationships and her career, not to mention her family, it all just disappears, dissipating into the ether as she vows to be mine and places her trust in me in the palms of my hands. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t erotic as hell.
I will do everything in my power to show her that I am worthy of her trust, her body, and eventually her heart, because I now know without a doubt that MacKenzie Black is the one, and I just have to make her feel like she is safe to pick me. I need her to need me, to want me as desperately as I want her, because for the first time in all of my life, I’m the one who wants the relationship, who craves the connection. I need it like I need air to breathe and I’ll keep these memories close to the front of my mind while she’s gone.
And with every emotion, every feeling so close to the surface, I can do nothing but snap. I lose control, but as always with MacKenzie, she puts her trust, her blind faith that I won’t hurt her, that I will never hurt her, in me, and she follows me over the edge, holding on for dear life while we ride the knife’s edge of our passion together.
My lips on hers, her sweet breath coming out in pants and moans, and the sounds of our bodies coming together fill the room as I fill her over and over again. I can’t stop. I couldn’t if I wanted to, and thank fuck, MacKenzie doesn’t want that either. She holds tight to me, rocking her hips to mine as I plunge in and out of her harder and faster each time, letting me fuck her like we both need until we can’t breathe, we can’t move. Maybe then we’ll be too tired to fight the feelings that are welling up so fast between us.
“Kyle,” she says in a gasp as her pussy clamps down around my cock, and she digs her nails into the back of my shoulders. The sting only heightens my arousal and centers my focus on where our bodies are joined.
“That’s it, baby.” She’s close, and thankfully, so am I. I couldn’t last much longer if I wanted to.
“Yes,” she pants, and the bed rocks with the force of our movements, scraping softly against the wood floor.
“That’s it.”
“Yes.” She arches her back and closes her eyes as she comes.
I drive into her again and again as the walls of her pussy flutter and grip my cock in their tight heat until I can’t hold out any longer, and I plant myself as deep inside her as I can and follow her over the edge.
We lie like that in each other’s arms, panting, gasping for air, our hearts beating wildly in our chests. For how long, I don’t know. It could have been minutes, maybe hours. And then I place another kiss to her mouth, hot and wet but also short, and then I slide from her body and leave the bed. I tuck the blankets up around her and then move to the bathroom to toss the condom and wash up before making my way back to the bed. I slide under the blankets and immediately pull her to me. MacKenzie doesn’t disappoint. She rolls into me instantly, wraps her slim arm around my waist, and presses her cheek to my chest.
I hold her in my arms in the darkening room of the early evening and just listen to her breathe. I smell the scent of her and sex in the air and feel her smooth, soft skin pressed to mine before she finally breaks the silence.
“Kyle?” she asks tentatively.
“Yeah, baby.” I knew she was going to want to talk. We need to, but I hate that it’s so soon after the passion we shared. Part of me wants her to just know how I feel by the way I touch her, fuck her, or even just hold her. But I also know MacKenzie has a rational mind, and she wants to check all the boxes before she moves forward. So even though I don’t want her to go there, I also know that she can’t help it and it’s no surprise when she pops the bubble of our passionate interlude with her questions.
