were pushing me into a corner, it struck me like a knife in the gut.”
“Don’t say that just because you’ve had a bad night,” she whispered. “Don’t say anything unless you mean it.”
“I won’t promise not to be an ass again before this thing is over, but I will promise to try hard not to be. And to assure you it is not personal.”
“I’ve had promises before,” she told him, her voice still soft and low. “They were empty words, and in the end I was the one who got hurt. I put myself out there for you even though I’m afraid of making yet another mistake. But—”
“If I’m an ass,” he interrupted, “you can give me a swift kick, okay? But please don’t walk away from me.”
He brought his mouth to hers again, firmer this time, licking her lips gently with the tip of his tongue before pressing against the seam. With no further urging, she opened for him and welcomed the taste of him inside. The heat of him, the flavor of him warmed her clear through her body, sending jolts of pleasure to her nipples and to her sex. She still clung to his wrists for stability, her legs weak from the power of his kiss. When he broke the kiss and trailed his mouth along the line of her jaw, down her neck and back up to the sensitive spot behind her ear, every nerve snapped in response.
“I think we need to move this to the bedroom.” His voice was low and rough with need.
Nida could only nod. He swept her up in his arms much the same way he had the other day and carried her into her bedroom. She was glad she’d already turned back the covers, leaving the sheets soft and inviting.
Mac stood her beside the bed long enough to tug off her nightshirt and toss it to the side and give each throbbing nipple a light pull with his mouth. Then he lay her down, opening her legs. His eyes never left her body while he stripped off the rest of his clothes. She flicked a glance at the condom he pulled from one pocket and dropped on the nightstand.
“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered. Then he gave her a tiny smile.
“I don’t—I mean I’ve never—” she stammered.
“Touched your pussy? Your clit?” His gaze locked on hers. “I think you’re telling me a fib.”
“I— Not in front of anyone.” The words came out on a whoosh of breath.
“Then the other men in your life were stupid if they didn’t make you comfortable enough for this.” He narrowed his eyes. “If I say please will you do it for me?”
Swallowing hard, Nida nodded and slid her hand down over her tummy until she reached the soft curve of her mound. Splaying her hand, she slipped two fingers into her slit, already wet and juicy with need and stroked herself up and down until her fingertips came to rest on her clit. The minute she touched that hot button of nerves, electricity jolted through her entire body.
Mac knelt between her outspread legs braced his hands on either side of her and bent closer to watch her, his eyes burning with sexual hunger. She watched him watching her, watched its effect on him, focusing on that as she moved her hand in the familiar rhythm she used when she was alone. The rhythm she’d especially developed over the past four years. She stroked herself and rubbed her clit, feeling the tremors in her inner walls grow with intensity.
Her breathing became choppy and the clawing need scrabbled its way up from deep inside her.
“That’s it, darlin’. Yes, just like that. Pleasure yourself while I watch. Your pussy is getting so wet and pink, your clit so swollen. I couldn’t get it out of my mind after the other night, how sweet you tasted on my tongue, how that little bundle of nerves felt when I rolled my tongue around it. How good your juices tasted.”
“Mac.” She breathed the word as her climax spiraled its way up through her body.
“Yes, sugar. Make yourself feel good. Make yourself come.”
His words were all the trigger she needed. She erupted, planting her feet on the bed to lift her hips,
“Don’t say that just because you’ve had a bad night,” she whispered. “Don’t say anything unless you mean it.”
“I won’t promise not to be an ass again before this thing is over, but I will promise to try hard not to be. And to assure you it is not personal.”
“I’ve had promises before,” she told him, her voice still soft and low. “They were empty words, and in the end I was the one who got hurt. I put myself out there for you even though I’m afraid of making yet another mistake. But—”
“If I’m an ass,” he interrupted, “you can give me a swift kick, okay? But please don’t walk away from me.”
He brought his mouth to hers again, firmer this time, licking her lips gently with the tip of his tongue before pressing against the seam. With no further urging, she opened for him and welcomed the taste of him inside. The heat of him, the flavor of him warmed her clear through her body, sending jolts of pleasure to her nipples and to her sex. She still clung to his wrists for stability, her legs weak from the power of his kiss. When he broke the kiss and trailed his mouth along the line of her jaw, down her neck and back up to the sensitive spot behind her ear, every nerve snapped in response.
“I think we need to move this to the bedroom.” His voice was low and rough with need.
Nida could only nod. He swept her up in his arms much the same way he had the other day and carried her into her bedroom. She was glad she’d already turned back the covers, leaving the sheets soft and inviting.
Mac stood her beside the bed long enough to tug off her nightshirt and toss it to the side and give each throbbing nipple a light pull with his mouth. Then he lay her down, opening her legs. His eyes never left her body while he stripped off the rest of his clothes. She flicked a glance at the condom he pulled from one pocket and dropped on the nightstand.
“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered. Then he gave her a tiny smile.
“I don’t—I mean I’ve never—” she stammered.
“Touched your pussy? Your clit?” His gaze locked on hers. “I think you’re telling me a fib.”
“I— Not in front of anyone.” The words came out on a whoosh of breath.
“Then the other men in your life were stupid if they didn’t make you comfortable enough for this.” He narrowed his eyes. “If I say please will you do it for me?”
Swallowing hard, Nida nodded and slid her hand down over her tummy until she reached the soft curve of her mound. Splaying her hand, she slipped two fingers into her slit, already wet and juicy with need and stroked herself up and down until her fingertips came to rest on her clit. The minute she touched that hot button of nerves, electricity jolted through her entire body.
Mac knelt between her outspread legs braced his hands on either side of her and bent closer to watch her, his eyes burning with sexual hunger. She watched him watching her, watched its effect on him, focusing on that as she moved her hand in the familiar rhythm she used when she was alone. The rhythm she’d especially developed over the past four years. She stroked herself and rubbed her clit, feeling the tremors in her inner walls grow with intensity.
Her breathing became choppy and the clawing need scrabbled its way up from deep inside her.
“That’s it, darlin’. Yes, just like that. Pleasure yourself while I watch. Your pussy is getting so wet and pink, your clit so swollen. I couldn’t get it out of my mind after the other night, how sweet you tasted on my tongue, how that little bundle of nerves felt when I rolled my tongue around it. How good your juices tasted.”
“Mac.” She breathed the word as her climax spiraled its way up through her body.
“Yes, sugar. Make yourself feel good. Make yourself come.”
His words were all the trigger she needed. She erupted, planting her feet on the bed to lift her hips,