for Mackenzie to turn and straddle him. She wanted nothing more than for Connor to stop this overwhelming need she felt for him. She was hot, so hot. Her skin was on fire, and sensitive to his every touch.
She'd never felt this way about a man before, and she'd never let a man get so close to her before either. Not physically, but in a different way, Mackenzie felt closer to Connor than she had any of her previous boyfriends, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was the way he looked at her? It made her heart stutter when she stared into those blue eyes of his. He seemed slightly surprised when she'd turned towards him and shifted to straddle his bulging erection. She could feel the pent up desire in him but she also felt that he was holding tightly to his control.
"Don't" she breathed against his lips. He pulled back confused, and Mackenzie clarified, more boldly, "Don't hold back. That's not what I want."
His "What do you want, Mackenzie?" was whispered along her neck. He trailed his lips back and forth from the line of her jaw to her collarbone. Then he paused at the hollow of her neck, waiting, his lips hovering. He wanted to hear it. He wanted her to say it.
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"Oh, God, Connor, this. You. I want..." she couldn't finish the sentence because his mouth had taken hold of one of her nipples. He sucked, licked and scraped gently with his teeth until she thought she'd go crazy with need. And the heat...her whole body felt like it was on fire. She was instinctively rubbing against the trews he wore in a splendid agony.
Mackenzie didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she wanted this burning to end. She was playing with fire, but she wanted to burn. It was so acute, it was almost painful, but she didn't want him to stop. He knew what she wanted though, because his fingers that had strayed from her hips to her thighs, paused to brush against her. She stilled. Then he slipped one long finger into her and she gasped in the exquisite shock. Connor groaned. His one finger gave her more pleasure than anything she had ever experienced in her whole life!
She'd had boyfriends before, of course, but there had never been this kind of heat with any of them. He brought her so forcefully to climax, that she wanted to just lean against him for a moment. But he gathered her in his arms, and strode to the bed, placing her gently against the pillows.
When his hands dropped to the laces on his trews, a sharp rapping on the door startled Mackenzie. Connor growled in irritation. Mackenzie gasped. She was floating in fantasy one minute, the next she'd dropped like a stone back into reality, such as it was for her. Her eyes flew to his and then to her naked body. The panic started to build and she scrambled off the bed to wrap herself in his plaid once more, and she hid behind the door.
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When she'd knelt before him to show off the timepiece, he'd been unable to tear his eyes from hers, until the plaid she'd been clutching to her breast started to slip down. She had tucked one end into the other, and it had barely covered her. Then he'd been unable to tear his eyes away from the tempting ivory swells peeking above his plaid. When he'd collected himself enough to take her small clock, their fingers had touched and the attraction was undeniable. He knew she felt it too.
So with the fire glowing behind her, and Mackenzie kneeling in front of him, her little clock held no interest to him. It paled in comparison to the things he was thinking of her lips doing to him. When he'd pointed out that her plaid was slipping down, it was her blush that had killed his resolve. The color of her creamy skin with the pink touching the tops of her breasts; he almost groaned as he watched her reposition herself. And before he could think, he reacted; he pulled Mackenzie up onto his lap and kissed her until he was breathing hard. He wanted her skin against his; he tugged at the plaid until her hand released it, and pressed her against his chest. Connor trailed
She'd never felt this way about a man before, and she'd never let a man get so close to her before either. Not physically, but in a different way, Mackenzie felt closer to Connor than she had any of her previous boyfriends, and she didn't know why. Maybe it was the way he looked at her? It made her heart stutter when she stared into those blue eyes of his. He seemed slightly surprised when she'd turned towards him and shifted to straddle his bulging erection. She could feel the pent up desire in him but she also felt that he was holding tightly to his control.
"Don't" she breathed against his lips. He pulled back confused, and Mackenzie clarified, more boldly, "Don't hold back. That's not what I want."
His "What do you want, Mackenzie?" was whispered along her neck. He trailed his lips back and forth from the line of her jaw to her collarbone. Then he paused at the hollow of her neck, waiting, his lips hovering. He wanted to hear it. He wanted her to say it.
96
"Oh, God, Connor, this. You. I want..." she couldn't finish the sentence because his mouth had taken hold of one of her nipples. He sucked, licked and scraped gently with his teeth until she thought she'd go crazy with need. And the heat...her whole body felt like it was on fire. She was instinctively rubbing against the trews he wore in a splendid agony.
Mackenzie didn't know what she wanted, but she knew she wanted this burning to end. She was playing with fire, but she wanted to burn. It was so acute, it was almost painful, but she didn't want him to stop. He knew what she wanted though, because his fingers that had strayed from her hips to her thighs, paused to brush against her. She stilled. Then he slipped one long finger into her and she gasped in the exquisite shock. Connor groaned. His one finger gave her more pleasure than anything she had ever experienced in her whole life!
She'd had boyfriends before, of course, but there had never been this kind of heat with any of them. He brought her so forcefully to climax, that she wanted to just lean against him for a moment. But he gathered her in his arms, and strode to the bed, placing her gently against the pillows.
When his hands dropped to the laces on his trews, a sharp rapping on the door startled Mackenzie. Connor growled in irritation. Mackenzie gasped. She was floating in fantasy one minute, the next she'd dropped like a stone back into reality, such as it was for her. Her eyes flew to his and then to her naked body. The panic started to build and she scrambled off the bed to wrap herself in his plaid once more, and she hid behind the door.
97
When she'd knelt before him to show off the timepiece, he'd been unable to tear his eyes from hers, until the plaid she'd been clutching to her breast started to slip down. She had tucked one end into the other, and it had barely covered her. Then he'd been unable to tear his eyes away from the tempting ivory swells peeking above his plaid. When he'd collected himself enough to take her small clock, their fingers had touched and the attraction was undeniable. He knew she felt it too.
So with the fire glowing behind her, and Mackenzie kneeling in front of him, her little clock held no interest to him. It paled in comparison to the things he was thinking of her lips doing to him. When he'd pointed out that her plaid was slipping down, it was her blush that had killed his resolve. The color of her creamy skin with the pink touching the tops of her breasts; he almost groaned as he watched her reposition herself. And before he could think, he reacted; he pulled Mackenzie up onto his lap and kissed her until he was breathing hard. He wanted her skin against his; he tugged at the plaid until her hand released it, and pressed her against his chest. Connor trailed
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