She makes a sound of surprise and want mixed together and opens for me immediately. Her hands fist in my flannel shirt, pulling me closer, and I back her against the counter.
"Mac," she gasps against my mouth.
I'm already trailing kisses down her neck, tasting her skin. "Tell me we should have that tea."
"Fuck the tea." Her head falls back, giving me access. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
I lift her onto the counter, stepping between her legs. She wraps them around me instantly, and the feel of her pressed against me makes me groan. I'm hard already, since she touched my face, and she can definitely feel it.
"Upstairs," she breathes. "I live upstairs."
I pick her up, she’s perfect in my arms, and she directs me to a door at the back of the shop. Stairs. An apartment that smells like her. And then a bedroom.
We're on each other the second I set her down. Shirts hit the floor, then jeans. She's wearing black lace that barely covers anything, and I tear it off her. When we're finally naked, I push her down onto the bed.
"Fuck, look at you." I take in every inch of her—soft curves, flushed bronze skin, dark curls spread across the pillow. "Been thinking about this since Tuesday."
"Then stop looking and touch me."
I lower myself over her, taking her breast in my mouth. She arches into me, her hands fisting in my hair. I use my teeth, just enough to make her gasp, then soothe with my tongue. Her dusky nipple is hard against my mouth, and I can feel her squirming beneath me.
I work my way down her body, kissing and biting. When I settle between her thighs, she spreads wider for me.
"Mac!"
I drag my tongue through her, and she nearly comes off the bed. She tastes perfect, and I work her with my mouth until she's shaking, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. I slide two fingers inside while I suck on her clit, and she cries out.
"That's it," I growl against her. "Let me hear you."
She's close, I can feel it in the way she's clenching around my fingers, but I pull back before she can come. She makes a frustrated sound that goes straight to my cock.
"Not yet, baby. I want you coming on my cock."
"Then fuck me already."
I line myself up and push inside. She's so tight I have to force my way in, inch by inch, until I'm buried inside of her. The way she feels around me, hot and wet and gripping me, nearly ends me right there.
I hold still for a moment, letting her adjust, watching her face. Her eyes are dark, pupils blown wide, lips parted as she breathes hard.
I pull almost all the way out and slam back in. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. I set a brutal rhythm, taking her hard and deep the way her body is begging for.
"God, yes," she moans. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I hook her leg over my shoulder, changing the angle, and she screams. I'm hitting deeper now, each thrust making her whole body shake.
"You feel so fucking good," I tell her, my voice rough. "So tight around me. Taking me so well."
"Harder," she demands, and I give her everything.
I pound into her, the headboard slamming against the wall, both of us beyond words now. Just breathing and gasping and the slap of skin on skin. I reach between us, find her clit with my thumb, and rub circles while I fuck her.
"Mac, I'm—I'm going to—"
"Come for me." I lean down, bite her neck. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
She shatters, her whole body going rigid as she clenches around me. The way she's gripping me, the sounds she's making, the way her nails rake down my back—it's too much. I thrust three more times and follow her over, burying myself as deep as I can go as I come.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We're both breathing hard. My arms are shaking from holding myself up.
