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McKenzie stiffens beside me, but I don’t care. There’s no way in hell I’m going to watch my woman waltz off in my brother’s arms. She’s mine andonlymine.
Tyler guffaws. “That was far too easy,” he says. He pats me on the back, tells McKenzie to have a great evening, and then wanders away.
“What was easy?” McKenzie asks.
“My brother likes to play stupid little games,” I tell her, my temper settling down as I realize what an idiot I’m being. “He’s very good at them.”
Of courseTyler hadn’t been making a move on McKenzie. We brothers like to poke fun at each other, but we’d never do anything that crossed a line. One of those lines is to not poach on the others’ territory. Female territory. It’s never been done, and it won’t ever be done.
“Okay, then...” she says, but she backs off and doesn’t complete her sentence.
I turn and look in her eyes. I want no misinterpretation of what I’m about to say. She sucks in her breath as I pull her against me and bring my mouth to within an inch of hers.
“We’re very much on a date, McKenzie. We’ll leave here and go back to my place, and we’ll wake up in the morning very happy. Very relaxed. Very laid-back. Verylaid.”
Her face heats and her breathing deepens, but she doesn’t say a word. I wait several heartbeats before I bend and brush my lips against hers. If she’s going to tell me no, it better be now.
The flavor of her lips makes my mouth rejoice, and I pray to anything that will listen that she doesn’t suddenly decide she doesn’t want this. I’m now — more than ever before — ready to leave and take her to bed. The desire I’ve lived with from the moment we first kissed is flowing like molten rock through my veins. It’s been almost a week since I’ve had her, and my need to possess her is so overwhelming I don’t know if I’ll make it back home.
“Tell me you’re ready to leave, McKenzie.” She licks her lips, making my need for her skyrocket.
“Take me home,” she whispers so quietly I barely hear. But hear I do. I don’t waste any more time.
Chapter Twenty-Six
McKenzie
Pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure. They’re the same, yet so very different. Byron’s lips glide down my throat, circle my peaked nipple, and trail down my body to suck where my throbbing is centered, and I cry out.
The pleasure is to the point of pain — agony and ecstasy. If I don’t come, don’t have release, I might actually wither, vanish from existence. He makes my body sing as no other man has done for me.
I thought sex was designed solely for men, with no real enjoyment in it for women, but in Byron’s arms this is untrue. He’s a demanding lover, but he gives much more than he takes. I can’t get enough of his touch, his kisses, the power of his lovemaking.
“Let’s play, McKenzie.”
“What?” I gasp, not recognizing the sound of my voice.
“I want to play. I want to put your body on display — for me, andonlyfor me — and do whatever I want with you,” he says, his lips winding their way back up my body. “Do you trust me?”
Do I trust him? No. I’m well aware he’s going to break my heart. But do I think he’ll hurt me? No again. I know he won’tphysicallyhurt me.
“Yes,” I sigh as he sucks my nipple into his lips and scrapes it with his teeth. My back arches into the air. He raises my hands above my head and binds them so I can’t move. Panic fills me and I struggle. “What are you doing?” My eyes shoot open and I look into his passion-filled gaze.
“I’m taking you to a whole new realm of pleasure, McKenzie. Trust me.”
“No, not like this.” I keep wrestling to break free.
“Give me one minute. If you still want your freedom in one minute, I’ll undo you. You can take the reins. You can ride me to your heart’s content. Hell, I won’t object — not for an instant.”
Desire burns in his gaze, but something else too, something I’ve never seen before. If I were a fool, I’d think it’s affection, but I know that can’t possibly be. He desires me, but he doesn’t in any way care about me.
I can’t speak, so I nod, and his mouth descends, his lips ravishing mine as he runs his hands up my sides and cups my breasts, tweaking my nipples with eager fingers, and I cry out again, forgetting about the way he bound my hands.
He licks down my stomach until his mouth is on my core, his tongue moving rhythmically against my quivering flesh. My arousal grows and I nearly explode. As he slides his tongue down my soft folds and slowly draws it up again to the place I want his touch most, he somehow knows each time I’m on the verge of release and backs off.
“Please, please...” I wail, but I can’t grab his head, can’t keep him where I so desperately need him to be.
“Not too fast, McKenzie,” he growls, his words vibrating against my thigh.
