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“That’s not…” I paused, feeling frustrated with myself. “No, that’s not it. But since you brought it up, I’m on the pill in case you were wondering.” I brought my hands together in an awkward motion as he studied me.
I thought about telling him the length of time it’d been since Curtis and I had been intimate, but I felt like I was killing the mood pretty decently already.
No need to do any more damage.
“Maybe because Curtis and I were more like friends, or maybe there’s something wrong with me, but I haven’t…” I let out a huff that sounded more like a groan.
He pondered over my words for a moment until at last, I looked up at him. “I haven’t had an orgasm in five years.”
It could have been a few seconds before he responded, but it felt like a millennium. Every second that went by was agony as I waited for him to respond.
Finally, I gathered the courage to meet his gaze. Macon looked at me as a wolfish grin spread across his face.
“Five years, huh?” He gently pressed me into the bed, his large body looming over me. “That’s a lot of time to make up for. Guess we’d better get started.”
My stomach flip-flopped as he bent down and kissed me. Slowly. Deliberately. I felt his teeth gently tug at my bottom lip, causing chills to ripple down my spine.
“Believe me, Marin, there’s nothing wrong with you, and I’m going to prove it. I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll see stars,” he whispered in my ear. No hesitance. Not an ounce of insecurity—as if he could summon my orgasm from his sheer will alone. “And then, when you’re so unbelievably spent that you feel like you can’t even move, we’re gonna do it all over again.”
My eyes widened as I felt something flutter deep in my belly.
Oh…oh.
Maybe he could, in fact, summon it.
His mouth crashed over mine as his body pressed me deep into the bed. I molded into all those hard lines, that muscle and warmth. I felt his hands everywhere, in my hair, gliding over the front of my blouse.
And then he was gone.
I looked up to see him at the foot of the bed, kneeling in front of me. Leaning up on my elbows, I watched as he carefully removed my boots, undoing the laces as I met that intense gaze. A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. It was arrogant and smug, as if he knew exactly what he was capable of.
And God, I couldn’t wait to find out.
My socks went next. He was slow and methodical, as if he had all the time in the world, trailing his fingers over the inside of my ankle before he rose to his knees.
He was dressed in simple jeans and a long-sleeved green shirt. The color made his eyes look more green than hazel, and I couldn’t help but stare.
“I’ve fantasized what it would be like to strip you bare,” he said, his voice rough. He gently pressed me back down against the bed, and his hand slid under my blouse. “I never thought I’d be so lucky.”
He cupped my breast through my bra, and I let out a gasp, quivering as his fingers skimmed the delicate skin. I felt myself grow wet between my thighs.
A grin played across his face, like he already knew.
His hand came away, lingering on my hip. “Unbutton your shirt, Marin. I need to see you.”
I obeyed his command as my hands rose to the blouse. I watched as he followed each button as the fabric gave way and parted, finally falling on either side of my ribs.
“My fantasies didn’t do you justice.”
I wouldn’t mind hearing about these fantasies—in detail.
He took his time again, trailing his fingers over my bare skin. He scattered kisses over my collarbone and down between the valley of my breasts, and then he found the front clasp of my bra. His eyes lifted to mine, and that wicked smile returned. With a twist of his fingers, my breasts were free, and his mouth closed over my nipple.
“Oh my God!” I yelled as his tongue swirled around my hard peek.
I tried to squeeze my thighs shut, but Macon’s large body kept my legs spread, and I could only lay there, pinned to the bed as he chuckled, knowing exactly what his touch did to me.
“See, the thing is,” he said, his hot breath against my bare skin as his lips kissed a path down my stomach. “I haven’t even started yet.”
