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“I like your place,” she says breathlessly.
I lift my head from her throat, her eyes as glazed as mine must be. “This is just the entryway.”
“Shut up and keep kissing me,” she huffs.
I thought I might have imagined it, might have made it seem in my head somehow more than it was—how sweet she tastes. Herhoneysuckle scent is just that against my tongue, like chasing that one bead of sweetness from the flower and left wanting more with each little drop.
I feel her fingers in my hair, her nails scratching lightly at my scalp as she turns her head to allow my lips better access to her throat. “Did you”—she shivers as my teeth scrape across the trail my tongue has made—“really want me to show you my place?”
“After.” She sighs.
I feel my heart thumping in my chest, my lips pressing under her jaw. “After?”
“Bedroom is fine for now,” she clarifies.
She squeals when my hands curl under her thighs to lift her up and against me, her legs wrapping around me as if by instinct as her mouth finds mine. I would like to say that my hands curving on her ass are for her benefit, that I’m simply holding her tighter while I walk to my bedroom—but that would be almost entirely untrue.
Not that Mackenzie seems to mind.
Jesus Christ, I cansmellhow aroused she is. It’s something I could never get used to. What it does to me.
I want to be gentler with her this time, to be able to focus more on her sounds and taste and her body. But even as I’m laying her across my bed, one that has always been large but feels so muchlargerwith her small frame sprawled across it—already I can feel that same strange sensation of being lost to something taking over. Will it always be like this?
Not always,something whispers in the back of my head.Only temporarily.
I push those thoughts far away as I crawl over her.
It takes me by surprise, as it has many times since we made this arrangement, just howstunningMackenzie is. For what must be thehundredth time since she agreed to this insanity, I wonder why in the hell she would evenneedthis fake relationship. How in the actual fuck has someone with half a brain not snatched her up?
And how is itmethat ended up being the one who she came to for help?
“You just gonna stare at me or are you going to take my clothes off?” Her fingers tease my tie that hangs between us, her lips tilted in a smile as she winds it around her fist. “I know it’s just scrubs. But use your imag—”
“I don’t have to imagine anything,” I murmur, sliding my hand under her scrub top. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
I bend to press my lips to her stomach, the gentle slope of her belly quivering under my mouth as I push her scrub top higher. This close, the sweet fragrance of her slick is stronger, more potent, making the blood rush in my ears. I peek up at her as my mouth trips over her hip bone, finding her lips trapped between her teeth and her lids heavy with anticipation as I hook a finger into the waistband of her scrub bottoms.
“Last night I...” I have to close my eyes as her scent makes my head spin. “I didn’t—I want to—”
“You can do anything you want, Noah,” Mackenzie says huskily. “Just touch me.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
Her skin is soft—so fucking soft—and I find myself kissing every inch that I can reach as I roll her scrubs down her thighs and over her legs to toss them aside. The lime green of her underwear is darker between her legs, a glistening shine on the insides of her thighs as her slick threatens to drive me insane.
I hear her breath hitch when I duck to press my tongue there, licking a wide stripe against her thigh and shuddering as the flavorof her explodes across my tongue. It’s a tempting thought to remain like this, to keep tasting her skin just as I am—but I want more. I’m as careful as my trembling fingers will allow, peeling her underwear off her, and she lifts her hips eagerly to assist me until there is nothing but her scent and her skin and the slick wet between her legs that makes my cock ache.
“Fuck, Mackenzie,” I rasp. “Look at you.”
It’s still a little frightening, the urges that roil inside me to make my emotions murky and my senses turbid when I’m with her like this. It’s almost like there is another person inside me trying to claw its way out and touch more of her, taste more, just...more.
I hear her breath catch when I nudge my shoulders between her thighs to settle there, my fingers curling around each one to hold her close as the aroma of her slick only worsens the feral urges that I’m doing my best to bridle down. My breath is ragged, and I can feel my eyes roll back as I breathe her in, barely able to contain myself as I lean in to let my nose nuzzle against the patch of dark blond curls as I tentatively tease my tongue through her wet center.
“Ah,” she gasps. “Noah, that’s—”
I do it again, with less hesitance this time. My tongue passes through her folds as the taste of her makes me dizzy. The front of my slacks is stiff and uncomfortable, and I flex my hips against the bed for some relief as I swirl my tongue around the little bundle of nerves at her apex. I like the sounds she makes, like the way her fingers card through my hair to tug—all of it only spurring me on, only making me want more.
I grip her thighs tighter as her heels dig into my shoulders, focusing my attention on the swollen bud of her clit even as her slick wets my chin. I close my eyes as I let the soft sounds of her hitchedbreath heat my blood, teasing her with the back-and-forth swipe of my tongue before I wrap my lips around the most sensitive part of her to suck. She cries out in a quiet, almost wordless way—as if it’s trapped in her throat. Her hands falling to my shoulders and the scratching of her nails against my shirt say more than enough though.
