Her breath hitched, though she tried to keep a straight face. “I told you before not to get possessive.”
“And you won’t be clingy,” he reminded her.
“Not clingy.” She moistened her lips.
Mack was only human. He leaned in for a kiss meant to be quick but that lingered instead. He threaded his hand through her hair, keeping her in place while he kissed her with a warm thoroughness that had him hard and aching and had Cass gripping his waist.
“Wow,” she whispered when he pulled back. “You’re really good at kissing.”
The innocence in her eyes, at odds with the heat from their embrace and passion from her kiss, did him in. Mack wanted to fuck her and take care of her. An odd feeling of protectiveness battled his lust. Cass Carmichael had the strangest effect on his senses.
“So are you,” he said as an afterthought, content to just look at her.
“Huh?” Her hands crept to the skin under his waistband, her touch lighting him up all over.
“Good at kissing,” he said, his voice low, gravelly.
She unsnapped his jeans, which sounded incredibly loud despite the gunfire on television. “About this favor…”
He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Are you trying to sex me up to get me to go on a date with you?”
She paused.
He fitted his hand over hers to get her moving again. “No, no. It’s working. I just wanted to be clear.”
She grinned and unzipped his fly slowly.
“Cass, I’ll go to dinner with you.”
She parted his jeans and reached inside, down past his underwear. “You’re not supposed to agree until after you come.”
He’d swear his eyes rolled back into his head when she gripped him with her hot hand.
She chuckled. “Let’s take a look at your bedroom this time, shall we?”
“Is this where you say you’re leading me around by my dick? Because you really are.”
She pulled free from him only to shriek with laughter when he lifted her in his arms and booked it down the hall to his bedroom.
He kissed her before she could say a word and continued kissing her before he tossed her down onto the bed and followed, quickly getting naked while she did the same.
The fun left as frantic need engulfed them both. Writhing together, touching, kissing, licking, they rolled around his neatly made bed like two combatants struggling to victory.
“In me,” she breathed as she pumped him, her clever hand stealing his ability to reason.
“Yeah.” He reached blindly into his nightstand and found a condom, thank God. “Put it on me.”
She hurried to do so, but before she could move back beneath him, he turned so that she straddled him instead. Mack wanted to watch her, committing this to memory.
She met his gaze as she positioned herself over him and slid down, one glorious inch at a time. Seated fully inside her, he gripped her hips as she began to move, up and down, riding him faster and harder.
He reached for her breasts, in lust with her curves, and palmed them, tweaking her nipples as she threw back her head and moaned his name.
Finding the sensitive spot between her legs, he rubbed, feeling her excitement build as she slammed harder onto him. Mack wanted to last, but watching her incredible body and feeling it at the same time, he simply couldn’t.
“I’m coming, Cass,” he warned, his body one giant supernova waiting to happen.
“Me too. Oh God, Mack,” she cried as she slammed down one final time and shivered.
