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I grin, raising a brow. “Oh, yeah? He drank whiskey, huh?”
Mackenzie nods. “Mostly on holidays. The ice cubes would clink together as he lifted it.” She pauses, cocking her head slightly as she stares into my eyes. “Every Christmas, he drank a glass while we opened our presents. Once he passed away, I missed him relaxing in the chair, sipping his drink.” Her hands are on my shoulders, digging into my skin through the fabric of my sweatshirt. She raises on her knees slightly, adjusting her weight, and lowers right onto my cock.
Jesus Christ.My breath hitches inside my chest as I struggle not to react. But I can’t control my cock, which lengthens and thickens. Mackenzie’s apple-scented lotion mixes with the perfume she sprayed on her before she left the house. It smells alluring and so damn feminine, a mixture of raspberry, amber, and roses.
She bites her lip, her cheeks flushing the most beautiful shade of pink. Her face is so close to mine, the warmth of her body making my temperature rise even higher than it already is from her sitting on my dick.
The darkening forest blankets us, pulling us beneath its spell as we stare at one another. Everything around me disappears as I fall beneath her heady spell.
When she shifts her weight, a whimper leaves her lips. Her warm breaths feather over my skin. I can barely restrain myself from closing the slight distance and tasting her.
Mackenzie’s head lowers, her lips moving closer to mine. My breath hitches as I anxiously await her next move, my fingers digging into her hips. I forget that we were just involved in an accident and crashed into a tree. I forget anything exists except the two of us.
She hesitates, amber eyes flickering back to mine. I wait with bated breath, afraid to move for fear the moment will pass. If she presses her lips against mine, I know damn well I won’t be able to resist her.
“Chase.” My name is a reverent whisper floating from her lips. A feral groan rumbles from my chest from the tone of her voice. The hunger in her eyes is surreal. I nearly pinch myself to prove this is real and not a dream.
“Are you okay, Mackenzie?”
She gives a quick nod. “I think so.”
I’m immediately concerned for her well-being, all thoughts of kissing her flying from my head as I cup her face. “What’s wrong?”
Soft eyes stare at me for another long beat before dropping to my lips. “I… Oh, fuck it.” She closes the distance between us, pressing her lips against mine.
With a groan, I take over the kiss, exploring her mouth with mine. Her sigh goes straight to my lonely, broken heart, piecing the fractured shards together, mending me as her hands slide from my shoulders to the back of my neck, clinging to me.
Moaning against her lips, my thumbs stroke her silky cheeks as I turn her head, changing the angle and deepening the kiss. I’m drunk off her sweet scent as I breathe her in. My thoughts are hazy, but one is crystal clear.If this is my one chance to kiss the girl of my dreams before she pulls away, full of regrets, I’m gonna make the most of it.
I memorize the way her lips taste and feel against mine. My hands leave her face, sliding down her back to the curve of her ass, squeezing it gently. Doubt courses through me, wondering if I’m moving too fast.
But Mackenzie shocks the hell out of me by grinding herself on my lap.
“Jesus, Kenz,” I whisper against her lips, my eyes opening, examining her hooded lids and the desire burning in her eyes when she opens them. She looks dazed, drunk with desire, as she continues grinding against me. “Fuck, that feels good.” I capture her lips again, swallowing the moan that leaves her lips.
Her fingers rub the short hairs at the back of my neck as she presses harder against me, a desperation in her lips.
We kiss until we are breathless and have no choice but to pull apart to breathe. My forehead presses against hers, basking in the emotions racing inside me.
Mackenzie stuns me again when her breathless, raspy voice says, “I’ve dreamed of kissing you. It pales in comparison to the real thing.”
My heart squeezes inside my chest as I devour her mouth again. As though this will be the last time I ever get the chance. There’s a real possibility it is.
Her hips start moving again, grinding against my lap like a stripper. I don’t want to frighten her, but I can no longer control myself around her. “Goddamn, sweetheart. I know you’re a virgin, but the way you’re moving your hips over my cock is impressive as hell.”
Her face glows as she shoots me a flirtatious smile. “No idea what I’m doing. I’m just going with what feels good.”
“Oh, angel, that feels good. Too good.” I’m about to protest that she needs to stop before I do something foolish when her lips slam against mine, her body pressing so tightly against mine that there’s
no space between us. Despite us being fully clothed, this is the most erotic experience I’ve ever had.
“Chase,” she whispers against my lips, her voice strangled as though she’s in pain.
I immediately break the kiss, blinking rapidly as I take her in, trying to ensure she’s okay. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” My concern for her overshadows my need for her.
Mackenzie emits a breathless whimper. “I’m fine. My panic attack is gone. But I think I’ll die if you don’t touch me.” She grabs my hand, moving it to her breast, her eyes locking with mine. “Please.”
“Fuck.” I begin kneading her breast, her breathing accelerating. She throws back her head with a moan, circling her hips on my lap, making me feel like I’m about to explode. “Angel, we should stop. I’m barely holding onto my control.”
