Tawny climbs off of me, licking her lips like a cat who got into the cream.She holds her hand out to me, I take it, and stand up beside her. Lifting up on her toes, she pulls my head down close to her.
“That was fun, but I need you to fill me, Mac,” she whispers before leading me down the hall to her bedroom and the sight of her hips swaying in front of me calls to me like a siren’s song. Even though I just came a few minutes ago, already I can feel my dick stirring with need. I’m insatiable when it comes to Tawny Michaels.
Once we’re in her room, she turns and wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me in close. She lays her head on my chest and we simply stand there for a moment. The feel of her naked body pressed against mine is intimate and arousing, and it doesn’t take long for my cock to harden all the way. I can sense her smile against my skin and she glances down, then up at my face.
“Ready for more?” she asks.
“I’m always ready for you.”
I hold her head in my hands and kiss her deeply. We walk backwards until we hit the bed. She lies down and I move over top of her. My arms are on either side of her head, her hands slip around my waist again, and I’m sliding into her heat like I’m coming home.
Slowly we move together, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts. Our kisses are languid; our bodies know we have all the time in the world. But this relaxed lovemaking can’t last forever, not when it’s fueled by the fire that burns between us.
Soon her nails are scratching my back and I’ve got one hand clenched on her hip as we thrust and grind into each other, going deeper and deeper until there’s no end and no beginning. Time stands still until Tawny arches her back and cries out my name as her orgasm takes over, and I come roaring after her, this second release taking everything out of me.
I fall onto the bed beside her, panting.Damn that was a workout, time to up the cardio.Tawny’s breathing heavily, too, and when I turn to look at her, strands of hair are sticking to her sweaty skin. Her eyes are still hooded with desire, but the grin she gives me is playful.
“Shower with me?”
As if she even has to ask.
Somehow, we manage not to fuck in the shower, but you better believe I go down for another taste of her.
Afterward, as we get dressed, Tawny faces me and puts her hands on her hips.
“We might as well rip the Band-Aid off, Shawn Macdonald. You’re taking me out for dinner tonight. In town.”
My hands freeze in the middle of buttoning my jeans. She’s chewing on her lip, but I see courage underneath the nerves. I walk over to her and with my thumb, gently pull her lip free before kissing her.
“Isn’t the guy meant to ask the girl out for their first date?” I murmur against her lips.
She snorts in reply before we both start laughing.
“It’s hardly our first date, Mac,” she says.
“It kind of is, T. Think about it. We’ve never actually gone on a real date.”
I can see her thinking back to before, when we were younger, and when she reaches the same realization a look of shock comes over her face.
“Jesus, you’re right! I can’t believe I’ve had sex with a guy I haven’t even dated. I don’t put out that easily, you know.” Her eyes are dancing and when I grab her around the waist with a mock growl, she shrieks with laughter. I toss her on the bed and climb over her, my fingers tickling her waist while she laughs and shrieks my name. Eventually I stop and lean down to nuzzle her on the neck. Slowly my lips make their way up to her ear, making her shiver. I trace light kisses over her jaw until I reach her mouth.
“You’ve been anything but easy, Tawny. And every moment has been totally worth it to get us here.”
Her hand comes up to hold my cheek and love is brimming in her gaze. I’m so distracted by her beauty that she actually manages to get the best of me when she rolls us over and jumps off the bed with a laugh.
“Sweet words will only get you so far, Mac. Feed me,” she teases as she dances out of the room.
Looks like we’re going public.
Chapter fourteen
Tawny
“It’s the moment of truth, T. You ready for this?”
I nod and let the love I hear ringing in Mac’s voice wash over me. It might be foolish of me to hope no one will make a big deal out of us walking hand in hand down the street, but I can’t help it. I don’t want the attention, but I do want Mac.
He helps me climb down from the truck, but instead of simply holding my hand he wraps his arm around my shoulders, tugs me into his side, and kisses the top of my head.
