MacGregor?”
Damn it. The man threw down challenges like there was no tomorrow. But that didn’t mean she had to keep rising to the bait…did it? She was about to answer herself with an emphatic “no” when a smirk crept over his face. There was no way she was letting him think he affected her as much as he did. Arching her own brow, she slowly pulled her legs apart as far as they’d go.
He didn’t even spare a second to gloat over what he surely considered a win. It was as if his cocky attitude had only been a facade needed to get what he wanted, and as soon as he had it, the mask slipped away to reveal the intense man underneath still intent on making her squirm with his verbal seduction.
Sinking into the water up to his shoulders, his face now loomed at ground level, squarely in front of her sex. She bit her lip and prayed he’d stop torturing her soon.
“Christ, Vanessa…” Her name sounded strangled, like his throat had gone tight. She watched his face for signs of his thoughts. His eyes focused on the apex of her thighs, his nostrils flared briefly, and the muscles in his jaw jumped every few seconds. He looked as if he was trying to maintain control. “You’re so wet it’s soaking through your shorts.”
“It’s been a long time for me.” Her voice sounded breathy and unstable. Almost unrecognizable from her usual tone of conviction. “A kangaroo could make me horny at this point. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Uh-huh,” he said sarcastically. He leaned in until the vibrations from his deep voice almost sent her over the edge. “Say the word, baby, and I’ll take care of that for you.”
“N-no.”
“Come on. It’s not breaking a rule, it’s just bending it a little.”
“It won’t kill us to show some restraint. We can handle this. We’re adults.” She sounded about as convinced of her words as she would claiming she believed in Santa Claus.
“Hell, yes, we’re adults. That’s my point,” he said sharply, standing up again. He cursed under his breath and slapped the pavement next to her, making her flinch. “We should be able to do what we want, when we want. We’re not kids with curfews and bedtimes.”
His clear disdain pulled her the rest of the way from her lust-induced stupor. She scooted back and pushed to her feet. “Look, whether you think this is stupid or not isn’t the point. The point is that it’s important to me . So if I come with too much baggage for you, that’s fine. I have no issues with making use of my vibrator. It satisfies my needs just fine.”
In one fluid motion, he used his hands on the side of the pool to launch himself out of the water. He towered over her, dripping water and oozing anger and sex. “The day a vibrator satisfies my lover more than me is the day I make myself a eunuch.”
He crossed to where his towel sat in a heap in one of the Adirondack chairs and ran it over his body in short, hurried strokes before pausing at the doors to the bedroom. “Enjoy your last few hours of being in control, V. Because after that…you’re mine.”
…
Jackson took the longest, coldest shower of his life and even jerked off under the icy water, and he was still hard just thinking of sinking into the woman who lay in that monster-sized bed all alone, mere feet from him. He was going insane with waiting. The fact she slept peacefully right now told him she expected things to start when they woke up.
She expected wrong.
Looking over at the clock on the wall, he smiled to himself. In five minutes it’d be midnight. Officially Tuesday, and he wasn’t about to waste any time before starting their three-day excursion into the wild and kinky.
As the minutes ticked down, he went over his plan in his mind, thought of what he wanted to do first, what he wanted to do after that. It was almost too hard to decide. He wanted to do everything with her all at once. The first time wasn’t going to be a lingering and slow experience. They were
Damn it. The man threw down challenges like there was no tomorrow. But that didn’t mean she had to keep rising to the bait…did it? She was about to answer herself with an emphatic “no” when a smirk crept over his face. There was no way she was letting him think he affected her as much as he did. Arching her own brow, she slowly pulled her legs apart as far as they’d go.
He didn’t even spare a second to gloat over what he surely considered a win. It was as if his cocky attitude had only been a facade needed to get what he wanted, and as soon as he had it, the mask slipped away to reveal the intense man underneath still intent on making her squirm with his verbal seduction.
Sinking into the water up to his shoulders, his face now loomed at ground level, squarely in front of her sex. She bit her lip and prayed he’d stop torturing her soon.
“Christ, Vanessa…” Her name sounded strangled, like his throat had gone tight. She watched his face for signs of his thoughts. His eyes focused on the apex of her thighs, his nostrils flared briefly, and the muscles in his jaw jumped every few seconds. He looked as if he was trying to maintain control. “You’re so wet it’s soaking through your shorts.”
“It’s been a long time for me.” Her voice sounded breathy and unstable. Almost unrecognizable from her usual tone of conviction. “A kangaroo could make me horny at this point. It has nothing to do with you.”
“Uh-huh,” he said sarcastically. He leaned in until the vibrations from his deep voice almost sent her over the edge. “Say the word, baby, and I’ll take care of that for you.”
“N-no.”
“Come on. It’s not breaking a rule, it’s just bending it a little.”
“It won’t kill us to show some restraint. We can handle this. We’re adults.” She sounded about as convinced of her words as she would claiming she believed in Santa Claus.
“Hell, yes, we’re adults. That’s my point,” he said sharply, standing up again. He cursed under his breath and slapped the pavement next to her, making her flinch. “We should be able to do what we want, when we want. We’re not kids with curfews and bedtimes.”
His clear disdain pulled her the rest of the way from her lust-induced stupor. She scooted back and pushed to her feet. “Look, whether you think this is stupid or not isn’t the point. The point is that it’s important to me . So if I come with too much baggage for you, that’s fine. I have no issues with making use of my vibrator. It satisfies my needs just fine.”
In one fluid motion, he used his hands on the side of the pool to launch himself out of the water. He towered over her, dripping water and oozing anger and sex. “The day a vibrator satisfies my lover more than me is the day I make myself a eunuch.”
He crossed to where his towel sat in a heap in one of the Adirondack chairs and ran it over his body in short, hurried strokes before pausing at the doors to the bedroom. “Enjoy your last few hours of being in control, V. Because after that…you’re mine.”
…
Jackson took the longest, coldest shower of his life and even jerked off under the icy water, and he was still hard just thinking of sinking into the woman who lay in that monster-sized bed all alone, mere feet from him. He was going insane with waiting. The fact she slept peacefully right now told him she expected things to start when they woke up.
She expected wrong.
Looking over at the clock on the wall, he smiled to himself. In five minutes it’d be midnight. Officially Tuesday, and he wasn’t about to waste any time before starting their three-day excursion into the wild and kinky.
As the minutes ticked down, he went over his plan in his mind, thought of what he wanted to do first, what he wanted to do after that. It was almost too hard to decide. He wanted to do everything with her all at once. The first time wasn’t going to be a lingering and slow experience. They were
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