Stop thinking and feel… What did I want?
Chapter Nineteen
Better be worth it, McKenzie
“Iwant to experience all the things I missed.”
I would never regret having Piper.
NEVER.
Even when I graduated high school, and people were out partying and going on adventures. I loved her and loved being around her. But no matter how strong that love was, the reality was… I did miss things. I chose to miss them, and now I had a chance to make up for that.
And I had been in small ways. I wasn’t aiming to be the center of attention with a lot of friends or party. I just wanted to figure out who I wanted to be once I got home.
Maybe that version of Temperance had a fling at Magic School.
“And what did you miss?” His fingers caressed my arms, and my grip tightened on the railing.
Vacations without a child. Staying out dancing all night. Not sharing your snacks. All things I could have said, but none of which came out of my mouth.
“I never had sex in a gazebo.”
“An easy request,” he rumbled, and I bit back a moan.
For one night, I could let the resident billionaire show me a good time.
“Better be worth it, McKenzie,” I teased.
Insecurity blossomed in my gut. His hands delicately followed the path of my arms up to my shoulders. His hard stomach pressed against my back. My throat bobbed. My stomach fizzed again then dropped.
I should have tried to get laid in the past decade. I stood before a man who could eat women with his breakfast every morning if he wanted. I didn’t have experience handling someone like him.
His breath touched my neck, and shivers broke out across my body.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Temperance.”
Could we get that in writing?
“Why me?”
My lips trembled from the sheer pleasure of his lips and tongue on that spot beneath my ear.
“I’m attracted to you.”
Such a simple answer, and yet my brain refused to relax. People who found each other hot fucked all the time. There didn’t need to be anything more.
“That’s it?” I hated my brain and mouth at that moment.
He chuckled against my skin as his hand peeled mine off the railing to place it up and into his soft, perfect hair. I ran my fingernails over his scalp, down to his neck, and then pulled his head closer to me. My body knew what to do even if my brain complicated each thought.
My hips flexed into the hardness behind me as his strong hand wrapped around my rib cage. A thumb grazed the underside of my breast.
“You need me to talk, Temperance? Tell you that your body distracts me from everything around me?” he breathed, and my magic tensed in my gut. Curling, twisting, readying to explode.
“You fight your obvious attraction to me,” he continued. “And that intrigues me more.”
My fingers tensed in his hair, which earned me a flex of his hips, leaving no room between him and the railing.
