She licked her lips and shook her head. That fire I loved returned to her eyes.
Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel the weight of her presence, the heat radiating off her like it was daring me to lose myself. She tilted her head, green eyes flashing, lips just close enough to mine to make my teeth ache with want.
“I’m sorry. I think I have a little bit of a possessive crush on you,” she whispered, a soft, teasing smile on her lips.
The groan I let out was loud enough for her to hear.
She smiled. “You know. You’re cute when you try not to lose it around me.”
“Cute? I’m not cute. I’m tough like Batman, I’m?—”
What the fuck was I saying?
Her fingers brushed along my chest, up my arm, tracing theedge of the wrap where my tattoo was. I shivered, trapped in her pull.
She leaned in, brushing her nose against mine. She was just a breath away, and I could feel the slick tension of anticipation coiling through me. My hands tightened on her wrist. Every muscle was straining, every thought consumed with her.Her.Not anyone else.
Only her.
Her lips brushed my ear, soft and teasing. “Tell me, Batman…,” she giggled, and that sound sent an electric shock straight to the tip of my dick. “How far would you let me go if I wanted to push you over the edge?”
“Oh,fuck. Use me, Trouble. You know you want to.”
This was it.
Her eyes lit up, and I almost lost it right then. Almost. My fingers twitched, gripping her thigh, lifting it up around my waist. I forced myself to hold back, though the ache in my chest was raw.
Something primal ripped through me.
“I’m going insane for you,” I breathed, voice ragged. I swallowed hard.
“Maybe I want you insane,” she murmured. “I want you thinking about me when you’re alone. I want you to need me… want me more than you can handle. You’re not in control, Max. I am.”
She laughed softly, letting her hand slide down my side, cupping my ass and pulling me even closer. My chest pressed against hers with a thud. She was tormenting me.
Fuck me.
Was this really my best friend in front of me? Because I had to do a double-take. I didn’t recognize this mysterious girl in front of me.
I closed my eyes, heart hammering, chest tight. She already had me. Every glance, every brush of skin, every whisperedword, the entire world had shrunk to her. This Mackenzie. She was slowly becoming my favorite version of the woman I loved. I liked this possessive, fiery, untouchable Mackenzie.
I wanted to worship her.
“I… can’t…” I rasped, shaking my head, trying to regain control I didn’t even have.
Her lips twitched in a smirk, and I knew shelovedthe effect she had on me. I was high on this fantasy we were sharing. And I loved that she knew exactly how to destroy me and still made me crave more.
“Do you even realize what you’re doing to me?” I rasped, voice rough.
“I think I do,” she whispered, dragging her nails along my chest, teasing. “And I like it. How long have you wanted me, Max?”
I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone. I wanted to lose myself in her control. To let her consume me. To let her take what she wanted. And I wouldn’t fight it.
“A long fucking time,” I whispered, moving even closer to her face.
Every thought, every heartbeat, every inch of me was hers. I wasn’t supposed to like it. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy being at her mercy. But I did.
I pushed my hips into hers, and she gasped when she felt how hard I was for her. I rolled my hips, and she closed her eyes. My cock was about two seconds away from blowing through my jeans, and her shorts were so thin I might as well have ripped them apart.
