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Mackenzie took another step until he was between her legs. He bent over, his hand slipping into the hair at the back of her head, fingers massaging, warm breath on her cheek.
“You look so beautiful in the morning,” he murmured, swiping his mouth across her lips before settling near her ear.
Delicious sensations rolled over her skin and she shivered, breath held in anticipation.
His nose nuzzled just below her earlobe, and she groaned, wriggling her butt in the seat in an effort to alleviate the exquisite torture between her legs.
Mackenzie kissed her neck. He breathed hot breath onto her skin. He trailed soft
butterfly kisses along her jaw, teasing the corner of her mouth, as he sank his other hand into her hair, pulling her up a bit.
Lily’s hands crept to his shoulders and she made a sound—an impatient groan—and she felt him smile against her.
Which kind of pissed her off. Since when did Mackenzie think he was in control?
She opened her legs and settled them around his hips, moving her butt slightly so she could get as close to him as she could. And then she grabbed the back of his head, holding him in place as she sought out his mouth. Her tongue darted between his lips and she opened wide, her mouth seeking, tongue thrusting, hips moving in tandem.
She kissed him, long and hard, loving the hot wetness of his mouth. The taste of his coffee, the feel of his tongue.
With a growl, his hands slid to her hips, and in one move, he lifted her onto the counter, his mouth sliding from hers in a hot trail of sensation as he made his way down her neck, to the top of her breasts.
One hand held her in place while the other was already under her pajama top, his thumb against her hard nipple. He glanced up at her, hooded eyes filled with desire, and slowly pushed her top up exposing both breasts, eyes never leaving hers even when his mouth closed over one turgid nipple.
With a groan, Lily buckled. She arched her back and moaned as his hot, wet tongue slid over her breast and when he closed his mouth over her nipple once more, when he began to circle it with his tongue and then suckle her hard, she felt the tension between her legs begin to build.
“Oh my God,” she muttered, writhing in his hands.
Mackenzie moved to her other breast, his eyes still on her. “God has nothing to do with this,” he whispered wickedly before claiming the other nipple.
As he tongued and suckled her breast, his free hand slid down her stomach.
Lily’s eyes widened, and she opened her legs, giving him room. When his fingers made their way over her sex, when he slid a rough pad over her clitoris, she jerked so hard that she had to rest her hands on the counter in order not to fall over.
“You feel so fucking nice, Boston.” His hot breath was near her ear again and she was glad that he wasn’t looking at her. She didn’t want him to see how turned on she was and how close she was to losing control.
He slipped a finger inside her. “So fucking nice.”
And then another finger.
When he began to stroke her, she couldn’t help herself, and she began to rotate her hips, rising and falling as he massaged her clit with his thumb. The pressure that coiled inside her was fierce. It clawed at her insides, hard, with steel fingers that wouldn’t let go.
“Mackenzie,” she whispered. But there was nothing else. No more words to describe the sensations racing through her.
“Are you going to come for me, Boston?”
She nodded in wonder. Holy shit. She was going to come for him. Right here in her kitchen.
Her eyes stayed on him as he moved a bit so that he could see her face clearly. Gone was the fear of exposure, the fear of baring herself to him. All that existed was his fingers. His hands. His eyes and his mouth.
He bent forward, brushed his lips against hers, eyes open as he continued to finger and love her with his hands.
When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she gripped his shoulder and cried out, shattering against his him, her body convulsing, her mind blown.
It took a few moments for her breathing to calm down, for her body to stop shuddering, and for her mind to settle.
Mac let her top fall back into place. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her in close, his arms around her, his heat invading her.
“Well,” he said, his voice a little rough, “that was a good start, don’t you think?”
