“I think you were about to impress me with your multitasking skills,” she said.
He grinned. “Oh yeah, I remember now.”
Gage dipped his head, capturing her mouth with his at the same time he slowly eased himself inside her. She was wet and oh-so-ready for him, but it still made her catch her breath. He was just as built below the belt as he was everywhere else.
But he moved carefully, waiting for her to relax before going deeper. Mac was more than a little eager for him to pick up the pace, but he refused no matter how much she lifted her hips. Even when she wrapped her legs around him and urged him to giddyap with her heels, he continued his leisurely thrusts.
He definitely had the multitasking thing down, too. He kept up a perfect steady rhythm with his hips while kissing her so thoroughly she was almost dizzy from it.
She slipped her hands up his powerful arms, their muscles bulging from the exertion of holding himself perched above her, to his broad shoulders, and finally around the back of his head, where she got a firm grip so she could kiss him hard. Their tongues tangled, and she moaned at how delicious he tasted.
Letting out a sound that was half growl, half groan, Gage pumped his hips faster. With him pounding deep inside her like that, she found it impossible to keep kissing him, and she tore her mouth away from his.
“Who’s the one with problems multitasking now?” Gage asked huskily.
Mac would have answered with a snappy comeback, but her mind was a complete blank at the moment. Every time his cock bottomed out, little shocks of lightning shot through her body. She mumbled something unintelligible and squeezed him tighter with her legs, silently begging for more.
He gazed down at her, his eyes almost gold in the soft light coming through the bedroom window. “Do you need me to do it harder and faster?”
She nodded.
But instead of going harder and faster, Gagesloweddown, hesitating when he pulled out, then sliding back in inch by glorious inch. She whimpered.
“What’s wrong?” Gage asked softly.
She shook her head, unable to do more than mutter incoherently.
He kissed her again, sucking gently on her lower lip before trailing his mouth over to her ear. “Tell me exactly what you need, Mackenzie.”
She had no idea why, but the way he whispered her name—her full name—in her ear that way, demanding that she communicate exactly what she wanted him to do turned her on like mad. She probably wouldn’t have been able to say it, not if he’d been looking at her. But with his mouth by her ear like it was, that wasn’t a problem.
“I need you to take me hard and fast, Gage.”
He gave her exactly what she asked for, pounding into her with a powerful rhythm that threatened to break the bed.
On either side of her head, Gage’s arms were tense as he balanced above her in an effort to keep his weight from crushing her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down even as she lifted her hips to meet his. Instead of feeling smothered by his big, muscular body, she felt protected by it. And that only made the orgasm rolling through her even more powerful.
She buried her face in the curve of his neck and dug her nails into the rippling muscles of his shoulders. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but she was too far gone to do anything about it. She cried out, squeezing him so tightly with her legs she had no idea how he could even keep thrusting. But he did, and it transported her to a world of pleasure she hadn’t known existed until tonight.
When she felt him stiffen above her, felt every muscle in that spectacular body of his contracting at once, she knew he was coming with her.
It was amazing. It was beautiful. It was perfect.
Gage rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms. Mac snuggled up to him, throwing her arm possessively over his chest. This felt so completely right—like she’d won the boyfriend lottery. Gage was the guy she’d been looking for without even knowing she was looking.
She laughed at how crazy that was.
“What’s so funny?” Gage asked softly.
Since it might be a little early to confess she might be falling in love with him, she decided to fib. Men could get so squirrely about stuff like that.
“Nothing.” She traced her fingers over the perfectly sculpted muscle of his chest. “It’s just that was the best sex of my life.”
That hadn’t been a fib, though. Sex like that was probably illegal in some states.
It was his turn to laugh.
She tilted her head to look at him. “What?”
