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Mack moves and pushes me into the wall. I don’t know what step we’re on but I’m aware of a number of things. He’s very strong. He’s a big man. He’s hot, both to look at and to touch, and he’s very, very erect. My heart is practically melting and bursting at the same time.
“Macabre little thing, aren’t you?”
“You . . . oh . . .” He licks a path up my throat to my ear, and one hand palms my breast. “You started it.”
“I’ll finish it too. By staying in one piece and fucking your brains right out.”
“Yes, please . . .”
He takes my mouth again in a thorough kiss.
Mack lifts his head. “I don’t have a chariot, but I got a really nice bed.”
Moving his hand from my breast, he pulls me away from the wall and climbs the remaining stairs.
I’m about ready to scream,take me now. It’s the antithesis of what I’m like and exactly how I suddenly feel. I want to be that princess. Demanding, making him take me as any good—or bad—knight should.
I don’t know when I cast him in that role, but it suits. Prince is wrong for him. But knight, a man who can fight and protect, a man who takes what he wants, and the thing he wants is me?
That’s something I can get behind.
“I think that sounds like my kind of chariot,” I say between kisses as I try and devour him.
Mack laughs, and half untangles me. “I’m gonna make you fuckin’ fly and see stars.”
Suddenly, I fly through the air and land with a bounce on the wide bed. In the starlight that pours into the room from the large windows, his eyes glitter as he looks down at me.
“Sidney.”
I can’t breathe. At all.
“I’m having you,” he says. “Now.”
ChapterThirteen
Sidney
I don’t know what it is in me, but when he says that, like that, I’m flying. Every cell whispersyesanddo it.
I don’t know how we got here, and I don’t even want to question it. Not right now. Not when I’ve never been more alive, not when he looks at me like that. Not when this is more right than anything has ever been in my entire life.
I’ve had sex.
So why do I feel like I’m going into something new and exciting? Why do I feel like I’m about to walk through flames and come out the other side differently?
Mack.
Because of Mack.
He does that to me.
Just with a look, a touch, a word.
My heart is wild and fluttering inside me.
He leans over me, pulls up my Sid Vicious T-shirt, and tosses it, making short work of the lacy, serviceable bra beneath. There’s something about it that brings a glint of satisfaction to his face, even though it’s old and not overtly sexy.
Next, Mack pulls down the yoga pants and my panties and tosses them across the room. He sits back and goes still.
