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His eyes crinkle slightly in the corners as if he can read my thoughts. “You still in your head, Kate?”
“Mm-hmm.” My tongue darts out and moistens my bottom lip. “Maybe I need something else to focus––”
He kisses me, cutting off my snarky response. It’s soft. Sweet. Perfect. Straight out of a freaking romance novel. Gently, he rubs his thumb against my cheek, then drags his tongue along the seam of my mouth, and I part my lips, lost in his touch. How? How is it so different with him? It isn’t fair. Deepening the kiss, Mack slips his tongue into my mouth, and I gasp softly.
Yes.
This. This is what I want––times ten––but I’m not picky. As long as he doesn’t stop kissing me, I’ll be a happy little porcupine. I smile against his mouth, relishing the feel of his lips on mine. Because itisdifferent with Mack. More intimate. Less about a physical connection and more about an emotional one.
And this is only a kiss.
Making love to Mack? My breath hitches, and my pulse goes wild against his pinky resting on my neck. He can probably feel it drumming away, rivaling a hummingbird’s. But he keeps kissing me, driving me wild while slowly lying me down on my back. And I’m ready. So freaking ready. Because I feel like we’ve been stuck in foreplay since the moment we met, and there are only so many steamy scenarios I can play out in the darkness of my own room before growing impatient and desperate for the real thing.
And right now, the real thing is on top of me, his weight pressing into my thighs and stomach. A hard ridge rubs against my pubic bone, and dammit if it isn’t the best thing I’ve ever felt. But I need more. I need Mack.
His arms cage me in on both sides as he pulls away slightly and looks down at me, his light eyes bluer than ever. “They also recommend worshipping the girl with your mouth. Mind if I give it a try, Kate?”
“I mean, if it’s what the romance novel says,” I whisper. It takes everything inside of me not to squirm beneath him at the idea alone, no matter how terrifying it is. It shouldn’t be. I’m a grown-ass adult. And I want this. I want this with Mack. I wanteverythingwith Mack.
As if I’ve thrown down the gauntlet, Mack grins and kisses me again. He’s peppering kisses along my throat when he slips his hand beneath my T-shirt. It’s warm as he slides it along my soft abdomen. He stops on my biggest insecurity. I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut.
Keep on moving, buddy,I want to tell him. Instead, I freeze.
“You have no idea how sexy you are,” Mack rasps, leaving open-mouthed kisses along my stomach. I don’t look at him. I don’t want to. Not when he’s zeroed in on the least favorite part of my body.
“Was that in the novel too?” I whisper, looking up at the ceiling. “Complimenting a girl’s biggest insecurities?”
Lifting his head, he stares at me, his brows stitched in confusion. When he realizes how uncomfortable I am, he murmurs, “You don’t have any idea, do you?”
My lips part, but I can’t say anything.
“Look at me, Kate.”
I grit my teeth and tilt my head toward him.
Determination flashes in those blue eyes. “Don’t worry, my prickly little porcupine. I’ll help you see what I do anytime I look at you.”
With a light laugh, I mutter, “That nickname.”
“Is it growing on you yet?”
I shake my head, not giving him a reply. I’m too lost in the feel of his hand as it trails north, leaving my stomach alone. Finding my breast, he squeezes it through my cotton bra.
“Those, you can touch,” I announce. My back bows off the couch as I get lost in the feel of his hand on me. Because it feels so freaking good.Hefeels so freaking good. Touching me. Kissing me.
With a groan, he palms me harder, and a gasp slips out of me. “Yes.”
“Fuck, Kate. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch these.”
I laugh and look up at the ceiling as he pushes the cups of my bra down and touches my bare skin.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls.
His mouth replaces his hand, and my back arches even more. He nibbles my flesh, sucking on my nipples and driving me absolutely crazy. The heat of his tongue against me is out of this world, and my clit pulses as I tangle my fingers in his hair, savoring the feel of his mouth and the way his hand slides up and down my side like he’s committing my shape to memory. Every curve. Every divot.
With another groan, he lets go of my breast and moves to unbutton my jeans, tugging them off. Once I’m bare from the waist down, my shirt still shoved up to my armpits and my breasts on full display, he drags his hands along my bare thighs. I keep them closed, my insecurities getting the best of me.
Brows pulled low, Mack lifts his head, pins me with his stare, and waits.
