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When I don’t say anything, he asks, “There a problem, Porcupine?”
“You don’t have to––”
“Sorry, but the romance novels insist.”
“We aren’t in a romance novel.”
“It seems you’re missing the entire point, Kate.” He cocks his head to the side. Waiting. For me to take the bait. For me to give in.
“And what point is that?” I finally whisper.
“You deserve the romance novel kind of love. The one where you can’t get enough, and you’re convinced a guy like that doesn’t exist in the real world when the truth is…” He pauses and lifts my hips, shoving a pillow beneath my ass until I’m propped up for him like a buffet. “My mouth is literally watering at the idea of tasting you.”
Fuck. Me.
I bite my lip, my entrance practically weeping from his words alone.
“Let me be selfish, Kate,” Mack begs. “Let me taste you.”
I look up at the ceiling again and part my thighs, my fingers gripping the edge of the leather cushion as the heat of his mouth brands my entrance. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me, shocking me to my literal core.
Ooookay.
His tongue laps at me, licking me over and over again as my eyes roll back in my head.
“Holy freaking…” My voice trails off, and my back bows, pushing my hips closer to this man’s magic mouth. It’s so good. The tempo. The pressure. The way he knows exactly where to go and what to do.
Wes went down on me once. It lasted about thirty seconds before he slipped on a condom and pushed into me. Don’t get me wrong. I understood. Going down on someone isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but Mack? Well, apparently, it’s his.
I’m not complaining. Nope. Not at all. In fact, I think it’s the new standard.
I clutch my thighs around his head, rolling my hips against him as one of his hands digs into my ass while the other finds my entrance. He pushes a finger into me, his mouth finding my clit, and I gasp. Because it feels good. Oh, so good. I don’t want it to stop. Not now. Not ever. Using the tip of his tongue, he flicks my sensitive nub over and over while dragging his finger against the bundle of nerves inside me, playing with me like I was made for him.
And in this moment, I think I might’ve been.
“Oh. Oh. Oh,” I chant, blown away by the fact I might actually have an orgasm while in the presence of someone else when before this? It was only in the privacy of my own bedroom with zero––and I mean zero––people around to witness it.
His groan vibrates against my clit as he licks my juices, adding another finger to my core, pumping them in and out of me in rhythm with his tongue.
“Mack,” I moan. “Oh, my gosh, Mack. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Squeezing his head harder with my thighs, I tug at his hair, holding him against me, and I come around his fingers and against his tongue.
So good.
So. Freaking. Good.
I swear I see stars, which is ridiculous but true. Either that or I officially blacked out from coming so hard. To be fair, it’s definitely possible, considering how amazing it felt to have his mouth on me. Regardless, my chest heaves as I stare at the ceiling, blown away at actually having an orgasm while a guy went down on me.
A few seconds later, Mack lifts himself up and climbs on top of me, kissing my neck softly. As I catch my breath, he relaxes against me, getting comfortable.
“What are you doing?” I murmur.
The weight from his body presses me into the couch cushions as he finds the crook in my neck and rubs his nose against it. “Snuggling.”
“I’m sorry, is this it?”
He pushes himself up and stares down at me. “Iswhatit?”
