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He slid two fingers inside her and slowly rotated them, curving upward, massaging, stroking—and he never took his eyes off her. Not even when he followed his fingers and kissed his way up her thighs and settled between her legs.
When his tongue darted inside her, Lily jerked, but he held her steady, his eyes on her as he licked and suckled and stroked her. The sight of him down there, his mouth on her most private part, was something she would never forget. The look in his eyes was feral, erotic, and primal.
Pressure from deep inside began to pull. It clawed and spread out in a blanket of heat that had everything clenching.
“Mackenzie,” she whimpered, gyrating her hips.
His tongue flickered over her clitoris, and she jerked again, her hands finding their way into the thick hair on top his head as she struggled to hold it together. But when he kissed her there…when he licked and then suckled the engorged nub, she lost it.
An animalistic sound erupted from inside her, and she bucked her hips, body fueled by desire as she sought release.
Her fingers gripped him, and she began to shake.
“Come for me, Boston,” he said roughly.
Lily arched into him and threw her head back, crying out as the pressure inside erupted. Everything went tight and hot and electric. Her body shook with convulsions as she shattered against him. Into him. Over him.
For several moments, she stared up at the night sky, panting and feeling as if her bones had liquefied. If he let go, she would slide into the water and drift away.
And then she felt his wet hands on her thighs, tugging her toward him. He was saying things, dirty things, his voice low and thick as his hands gripped her. Lily slowly righted herself and let him pull her into the water. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him, her mouth seeking his hungrily.
She kissed him. She tasted herself in him.
Holy. Hell.
She groaned when his tongue slid inside her mouth, but he had a hell of a lot more control than she did…he took his time, kissing her gently and then suckling her tongue hard.
Crushed against him, the cool water was like silk on their skin, and they kissed until her head spun. Jesus, Mackenzie Draper could kiss. Never had a man taken his time with her and fed from her mouth as if it was everything he needed.
Mackenzie held her as if she was the most precious thing in the world, his mouth taking and giving, murmuring erotic things and driving her crazy her with his hands, tongue, and mouth. They were in the water for hours it seemed, but she knew it had only been a few minutes.
And she never wanted it to end. They were skin on skin, and it was the hottest thing ever.
She loved the way his hands slid up and down her body, the way his mouth worshipped her, gliding along her collarbone. Settling against her breasts. Nestling beneath her earlobe.
When he took one turgid nipple inside his mouth and blew hot air over her before suckling her hard, she felt the pull shoot all the way down to the center between her legs.
“Mac,” she whimpered, gyrating against him. She felt the heat of his erection just below her butt, and she knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Say it,” he said gruffly.
“Say what?” she asked, barely able to get the words out.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I want you inside me,” she answered without hesitation.
Mac dropped another kiss onto her mouth, a slow tantalizing tease as his hands kneaded her butt cheeks. He turned and slowly walked out of the water, Lily clinging to him with her legs and her arms, their mouths fused together as he headed up the path to the cottage.
She felt his strength, the muscles in his shoulders and arms, the heat in his kiss, and by the time they reached the porch, they were both breathing heavy. Slowly she slid down the length of him, and when she would have grabbed his cock, he stopped her and shook his head.
“Don’t. Babe, I’m too far gone. If you touch me now, it will be all over and, Boston, I’ve been dreaming of sinking inside you since New Year’s Eve.”
He fused his mouth to hers again, pulling her into the cottage, and they didn’t stop until they were in his bedroom. They didn’t stop until she was on her back, on his bed, spread out like a banquet feast. Her legs were wide open, and she didn’t care at all. In fact, when his heated gaze settled there, she smiled and slipped her fingers over herself.
“Jesus, Lily. Are you trying to kill me?”
“No,” she answered. “I need you very much alive and inside me.”
