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“That it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen? That after you passed out, I had to rub one out in the shower before I went to bed? That I was still so hard after climbing in the guest bed that I had to empty my balls again?”
He could speak so easily about such things.
“I kicked you out of your bed?”
“You’re powerful, you know that?” he asked.
I frowned, pushed my glasses up. “How?”
“You make me lose that much control. That I have to jerk off twice to stop the ache just to fall asleep. No way was I sharing a bed with you.”
“That was last night,” I said as an excuse. “It was probably my satin bra talking, not me.”
He picked up his own mug from the counter, took a sip.
“Oh, that bra sure the fuck spoke to me. Hardin, too. You think I want you less because the sun’s up?”
I shrugged, said nothing.
He set his mug down, stepped closer. “I want to push you up against the fridge and kiss you senseless. Get those scrub pants off you, set you on the counter, drop to my knees and eat your pussy for breakfast.”
Suddenly I felt hot all over. Eager. He really did want me. Still. And the way he wanted me. No guy had ever been like that before. The idea of Mac’s head between my thighs, his morning stubble scraping my delicate skin… “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“Why didn’t you last night?”
“We want you sober, sweetheart. We want you to remember everything we do with you. Especially if it’s your first time. We’re not assholes.”
“Both of you? I mean, Hardin’s not here.”
“Both of us. Hardin went home and, I’m sure, busted a nut a time or two just thinking of that red bra and watching you make yourself come. Trust me, he wants you.”
My heart skipped a beat at his words. “Two times you’ve said want in the present tense. Not past tense.”
“That’s right. I’ll say it again. We want you.” He grabbed my mug and set it on the counter beside his, all without looking away. His hands went to my waist, and he steered me so I walked backward into the fridge. Nervously I pushed my glasses up my nose again.
He leaned down and kissed me. The last thing I saw was his mouth lowering to mine.
Oh! We’d kissed the night before, but it hadn’t been like this. Liquor made things easier, but they also made them blurry. This kiss was in sharp focus. I felt the softness of his lips brushing over mine, the press of his body, the feel of his T-shirt beneath my fingers where I grabbed and held on. He tasted like coffee and mint, his scent of soap, manly and dark.
When he took the kiss deeper, his tongue finding mine, plundering, I whimpered, then moaned. I’d been kissed before, but it had been foolish nonsense. Guys who wanted to get somewhere with the geek. I’d spurned them all.
Now I knew why. I’d been waiting for this. For Mac. And Hardin.
I had no idea how long we kissed, but he finally stepped back, his gaze darker than before.
“You’re going to eat me for breakfast now?”
He turned away, set his hands on the counter and appeared as if to be counting. “If I get those pants off, they’re not going back on for a long, long time. Tasting you for the first time, making you come all over my mouth, it won’t be enough. When we fuck you, sweetheart, it won’t be in a rush, it won’t be on a counter, and it won’t be just me.”
I craved him, what he’d told me he wanted to do. My nipples were hard, and it seemed he and Hardin were the only ones who made me want. From just a kiss, I wanted more. I missed Hardin, wished he were here to kiss me, too.
“Hardin, too?”
“You think Hardin would walk away?”
“He went home last night.”
