“See,” Macey said, throwing her hands in the air. “That’swhat I’m sayin’.” She shook her head and smiled again, but this time it was a smile of relief. I knew what it was for; she’d just spilled her guts to me, told me something she probably hardly ever talked about, and that was okay.
It was better than okay. It was just what I’d been waiting for.
“So, there’s my screwed-up family dynamic,” she said sheepishly, finishing off her beer. Before she could get up to get another, I rose from the stool and went to the fridge, grabbing a second for both of us.
“Screwed up?” I repeated, popping the top on hers before doing mine. I handed her bottle over, and we clinked over the counter. “Macey, my douchebag father walked out on my mother and me when I was ten years old. It was the most devastating moment of my life, but I was raised by an amazing single mother who lifted me up when she could barely lift herself. I think it’s safe to say that I’m what one would consider a mama’s boy with daddy issues.”
Macey grinned at this, that adorable dimple appearing on her left cheek. “A girl could do far worse than a mama’s boy,” she said softly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth to nibble on it. She looked shyly away, a pink tint rising to her neck and cheeks. I took a final drink of my beer and slid it aside, then turned my body towards hers, reaching for her, skimming two fingers up her thigh and then down again. Macey shivered with pleasure and closed her eyes, tongue flicking out to wet her lips, unconsciously craving me. Craving me like I craved her with every fiber of my being.
Macey leaned forward, and I met her halfway, meeting my lips against hers with a small groan. Her tongue slipped between my lips, and her ass slid off the seat of the stool and onto my lap as she wrapped her luscious legs around my lower back and kissed me, kissed me harder than I’d been kissed in a long, long time.
With Macey’s legs still around me, I stood from the stool and began to make my way back to where I assumed the bedrooms were, but we only got halfway before the burning, fierce desire I had for her consumed me completely. Macey’s feet worked my pants down until they slid to my ankles, and I pushed her up against the wall, and she gasped, her head falling back, that stunning braid rolling gently over her shoulder. I took her lip between my teeth and pulled, and she moaned, slipping her tongue between my lips with unyielding desire.
“Wait,” she whispered, breathless and trembling against me. “We need protection. My bedroom.”
“Well, aren’t you a sly minx,” I murmured, once again leveraging Macey’s legs around my waist as I pulled her off the wall and proceeded to her bedroom. Slamming the door shut with my foot behind us, Macey and I fell onto the bed, still molded together, tongues exploring each other. Our mouths. Our lips. Necks. I couldn’t stop kissing her. It was bordering painful, but only the kind of pain that was worth it in the end; such desire, such antagonisticneedthat consumed one’s body mentally, physically, and emotionally.
It was everything at once but really nothing at all.
It was just...perfectlyus.
“Top drawer,” Macey gasped. Still kissing her, I pulled Macey over with me, lips planted firmly on hers as I reached for the top drawer, yanked it open, and blindly fished around for a condom. Feeling one between my fingers, I grabbed it and pulled it out, but before I could open it myself, Macey yanked it from my hand and smiled at me, bringing the foil to her lips to slowly rip it open as my body pulsated on top of hers. I’d left my pants back in the living room, and the only thing standing between Macey and me was the thin fabric of my boxers and her lacy underwear. So, as I hovered over her, my body almost, just barely, pressing into hers, she slipped off my boxers with her feet, then reached her hand down and rolled the condom onto my prick. I grabbed Macey’s undies, kissing her from her lips and down as I pulled them off. Her neck, her chest, her stomach, further down until my lips pressed against her sex. Macey moaned, and her hips shot in the air as if begging me.
I flicked my tongue out and braced Macey’s thighs with my hands, lowering my head between her legs as her knees bent, and I forced them apart, hungry for her, ravenous.
“Oh, Jesus,” Macey whimpered, and one hand shot down to tangle fingers in my hair. Her grip tightened, but I didn’t mind. It only drove me further into her as Macey’s gasps became controlled screams, and then she let loose, throwing her head back against the pillow in an overwhelming moment of release.
We lay there panting for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. Macey’s cheeks were flushed red, skin subtly frosted with a glimmer of sweat, strands of wild hairs falling out of her braid.
“Wow,” she said, wiping her hand across her forehead. Grinning, I kissed her, allowing Macey to taste herself on my lips, savoring in the moments afterward that we didn’t want to lose. As I started to close my eyes, Macey trailed her lips down my neck and then my abdomen, rolling her tongue over me. “Thanks for that,” she whispered. “But now it’s your turn.”
Chapter 14
Macey
“Ithink you probablyshouldn’t stay here.” The words trickled out of my mouth like word vomit, and I almost choked on them. Here I was, lying naked in bed with a guy who was not only charming, handsome, and funny but fantastic under the sheets as well, and the first thing I could think of to do was kick him out.
