She managed a little snuffle.
“What did I do that frightened you?”
“The kiss just got a bit rough.”
“Okay, I think I got it.”
Brad took her hands in his and placed them on his chest.
“Do you want this, Macy, or would you rather I took you home?”
“I do want it, Brad. One night of passion, one night to experience all the things I have heard other women talk about.”
“Christ.” He managed a harsh bite of laughter. “Don't put too much pressure on me, honey, I may not be able to perform.”
“Something tells me you never leave a woman unsatisfied.”
From anyone else that would be a pickup line, but from this woman, it wasn't.
“Okay, so you want to take the lead?”
“Would you mind that?”
He laughed again. “You kidding me? A sexy woman doing whatever the hell she wants to me. It’s a fantasy.”
She was silent, and Brad could see she was thinking, trying to find the courage to overcome whatever the hell was going on inside her.
“Macy, let me take you home, honey. The park, where anyone could turn up or drive by, is probably not the best place for this experience.”
“No one will come. Everyone who lives out here is at the wedding.”
She then placed a hand on his chest and walked him backward so they were hidden behind some bushes. She urged him down onto the grass. Once he was seated, legs stretched out before him, she straddled his thighs and sat in his lap. Brad was sure he’d just combusted.
“Now,” she whispered as his body fired to life. “I want to look at your body.”
Her hands tugged his shirt over his head, and then her fingers were on him. She traced the top of his shoulder, then the ridge of the scar that was a reminder of Mark’s death.
“What happened?”
“An accident.”
His eyes closed as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the scar.
“I'll be gentle with you, I promise.”
“Appreciate it,” he managed, although the words sounded choked.
“You are a beautiful man, Brad Gelderman.”
This time it was he who felt fear. No one else, with just a small touch, had made him feel like he did at that moment. “Let me take you home now, Macy.” It was almost a plea.
She shook her head again, and her treacherous fingers moved lower, tracing his pecs, and then lower, to his stomach.
“You have so many muscles.” She was concentrating, her features focused on his body.
He could do nothing to bite back the moan of appreciation as she flattened her palm and stroked the taut skin.
“It's hard,” she murmured.
