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We fit together perfectly, my soft curves against his hard ridges. I release a breathy, shocked laugh as he pulls one of my arms around his neck, bends forward, and picks me up.
Carrying me like a bride, he walks me into the station, down a long, wide hallway toward the sleeping wing. My heart is galloping inside my chest with each step he takes, bringing us closer to his private quarters. My fingers dig into the hard line of his muscular shoulders, and I sink into the grounded and steady feeling his warmth and strength.
Mack slows and pushes open a big gray door that has a Captain Mack placard on it. My lips curl at the notion that his first night spent at the station will be with me in his arms.
The room is sparsely decorated with a single bed, simple desk, chair, and nightstand. The small closet only has a few T-shirts hanging inside it with a few folded blankets on the top shelf. There’s a slight chill in the air, and the room’s growing dark as the sun dips and the moon rises. It’s perfect: We’re in a new space at the start of a new adventure, and the very first thing we’re going to do is a make a memory.
Mack bends and rests my feet back on the floor. “So this is my sleeping quarters. This usually isn’t part of the regular tour, but for you, I’ll make an exception.”
I roll my eyes, laughing. “Captain Mack, however can I thank you for being so generous with your time giving me a tour this evening?” I tease.
“I can think of a few ways,” he says in a low voice.
Mack’s eyes grow a shade darker, and he looks so damn sexy standing in his captain’s shirt, hair mused, tattoos beckoning for me to expose them, and my own traitorous body responding to every sweep of his eyes over my frame.
I launch myself at him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling his face down to my upturned lips, I press myself against the hard length of his body. My stomach flutters as I feel his thick shaft stiffen through his pants. His hands are everywhere at once, cupping my face, tracing the delicate length of my neck, and squeezing and massaging my sensitive and aching breasts through the material of my dress.
My sweater is pushed off my shoulders, down my arms, and drops to the floor in an unceremonious pile. Mack’s fingers find the back of my dress, and in one motion, he unzips me, and top portion loosens and falls open. With a flick of his fingertips, my bra is unsnapped, and the undersides of my heavy breasts start to slide free from its hold.
Mack suddenly pulls himself back, raking a hand through his hair, his breathing ragged. “Fuck.”
I stand, blinking, dazed with desire and concern. “What’s wrong?”
His gaze is so penetrating it makes me swallow. It’s as though he’s looking into my very mind, heart, and soul. “Honeybee, if we’re moving too fast, you just say the word. I’ll be the happiest man on earth if I get to wrap you in my arms and fall asleep with you tonight.”
I bite my bottom lip, feeling the blood rush through my veins. What a gentleman, giving me every chance to back down from the physical satisfaction we both crave but know will ultimately change things between us.
I shake my head, softly laughing. “How about we sleep after?”
His brows raise. “After?”
I nod, and my lips wobble with a smile. His eyes shine with amusement “Yeah, after.”
Mack steps forward, tips my chin up with a single fingertip, and brushes a soft kiss over my lips. “Hang on.”
He reaches into the sparse closet, pulls the blankets from the top shelf, and lays them over the bed before pulling back the sheets. When he turns back to me, his cock is fully engorged and is pushing at the fabric of his pants, but Mack is calm. His capable and confident hands slide my dress from my arms and over my hips, where it joins my sweater.
Having Mack undress me in his moonlit quarters is just about my undoing. Once my bra slides from my arms, he studies me.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before guiding me back to the bed.
I lie luxuriating in watching him quickly undress, revealing in the silvery shadows every gorgeous inch of his massive and muscular form.
His tattoos span from the tips of his shoulders to his elbows and remind me of inked armor. They suit him—underneath it all, he’s my warrior, my fighter, my protector.
Kneeling at the bed, he dips his face to my lap, kissing my thighs while he reaches for and pulls my panties slowly from my hips. I’m on fire now. Naked and exposed in front of the man that I’ve had between my legs so many times in the past yet feel as though this is a whole new world. A whole new experience.
Mack is different, and so am I. He’s a red- blooded male, and I’m a woman who wants to revel and bask in his arms while he fills me with his shaft, fills my mind with heated words, and fills my heart with passion and love.
My shoulders hit the sheets, and my legs spread wide and raise as he crawls over me. The weight of his form, packed with muscle, feels amazing. I gasp when he settles his hips between mine, and his hot, hard, cock presses against my wet and waiting pussy.
Mack’s growling curses under his breath until I tug at the back of his hair. He stops, and our eyes connect. I smile. “Make love to me,” I whisper.
A ghost of a smile plays at the corner of his lips. “I love you, Brooke.”
He presses his soft lips to mine and slides his thick, swollen, shaft inside my aching core. I moan into his kiss as he fills me, stretching my pussy. “Fuck, Mack, you feel so amazing,” I whisper, breathless with pleasure.
When his hips start to thrust, I lose myself to pleasure. I groan and moan and say things that aren’t ladylike until he picks up speed, pumping his length with long, hard thrusts until we both dissolve into a mind-numbing earthquake of pleasure. He starts to come, and my core pulsates around him.
