Lying there on his chest, her hot breasts pressed against him, and Mack still buried deep inside her, hard and throbbing, she knew she wanted to pleasure him the way he had her.
She thought she might know how.
There was something that she had noticed men seemed to gravitate toward. Her ex-boyfriend had preferred it. Of course, Rob had thrown hot sauce on his ice cream, so he probably wasn't the best person to set standards by.
But Russ constantly brought it up in his e-mails, with various themes but still the same main element. Even with such limited experience, it was safe to say that Mack might enjoy what she was thinking of.
She had the delicious thought that she might like it almost as much as Mack.
Chapter five
Mack let his hand rub lazily across Kindra's smooth back, still aroused but content to just lie there for a minute. It had occurred to him as Kindra had moved on his cock, her face flushed and excited, that he loved her.
That he didn't want this night to end. He wanted to spend each day loving her and showing her how special she was.
Would he make a total ass out of himself if he blabbered to her about his feelings? It would look a little suspicious, with them still joined, to be declaring love. If he were a woman, he wouldn't believe him.
In the morning, when it was time to leave and they were doing that weird "what do we say to each other" thing, he would tell her he was in love with her. That this didn't have to end.
They could be good together. Would be good together.
Kindra moved off him.
He turned on his side to watch her. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere." She was wiggling away from him and was eyeing the bed carefully.
Mack didn't trust the look on her face. Kindra was unpredictable, he'd found out. If she was going to try and make a break for it, she had another thing coming. He wasn't finished with her yet.
He sat up, ready to grab her if need be. So far she didn't look like she was trying to leave. She was doing a really interesting crawling sort of thing across the comforter.
It gave him a nice view of long pale legs and auburn hair tossing down her back. He grinned at the sandals still on her feet.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked her finally.
Her lip bit in concentration, she said, "I'm trying to figure something out. I want to do something from another e-mail. I'm not sure it will work, but we can try."
Hell. Kindra was coming up with positions she wanted to try on her own now.
Sexy little thing.
He was about to grab her and flip her onto her back and pump himself into her, when suddenly she went on her knees.
All fours, actually.
And wiggled her tight little ass in front of his face.
His mouth went dry. "What the hell are you doing?" he groaned.
Innocent eyes blinked at him over her shoulder. "Won't this work? I thought you could… you know, this way."
Oh, shit, fuck, damn.
Instead of answering, Mack got on his knees and grabbed her hips. With one fluid motion he sank into her moist heat.
"Oh!" she gasped. "It does work."
Oh, yeah, it worked all right.
The control Mack had been holding on to with all his might since he'd walked in the door of Kindra's house evaporated.
Her milky white skin taunting him in front, her hair sliding and bouncing, he rocked into her. Still wet and swollen, she met him thrust for thrust, her muscles squeezing on his cock.
One, two, three, hell, he was gone. He came with a groan, pushing forward so hard, her knees buckled and they collapsed on the bed.
His body jerked and shuddered as it finished its release. Still shaking, he said anxiously, "Are you okay?"
In the future, he needed to be more careful. He could have poked her eye out he'd rammed so hard.
"I'm fabulous," she said in a throaty voice that sounded nothing like the Kindra Hill he knew who rolled her eyes behind her coffee mug in staff meetings.
Of course he'd never been sprawled out on top of her before, with her face smashed down into the mattress. Maybe her voice sounded like that because she couldn't breathe.
He started to pull back.
"No, don't." She turned her head, laying her cheek on the bed, a smile dancing across her face. "Just stay like this for a minute if you can."
He could stay like that all night if she wanted. "I'm too heavy," he said gruffly. "I'm crushing you."
"No, the mattress sinks. You feel good on me. Hard. I can still feel you throbbing inside me."
Damn, there it was again. That inflated chest feeling. Definitely love.
Despite her reassuring words, he shifted a little so he wasn't lying flat against her. Still entwined with her, he stroked her soft hair.
"You're very beautiful," he murmured.
Her cheeks went pink. "You don't have to say that."
"It's true. You must know it too, or you wouldn't try so hard to hide it."
"It's easier that way, you know," she said, her finger playing with the fold of the comforter. "Then no one notices you."
Too bad it hadn't worked. "I noticed you. I've been noticing you since the day I started at MicroDesign."
She scoffed. "Yeah, right. You had to catch me having cyber-sex before you noticed me."
"No. Catching you having cybersex only showed me proof of what I had already guessed. That you're one funny, sexy lady underneath the boring clothes."
She didn't look convinced, though her eyes were wistful. "I don't believe you."
"Would you believe me if I told you that I know you always drink your coffee out of a mug that has wildflowers on it, and that you listen to classical music in your office? That every Friday you go out to lunch with Ashley and that you do at least half of Bill's work every week because he's a lazy shit." His voice softened. "That you roll your eyes at every asinine speech Mr. Parker makes, and that when Judy's son died, you brought her dinner for a week."
And maybe he knew Kindra better than even he had suspected.
"Oh," was all she said, her expression a little stunned.
She didn't say anything else and he didn't need her to. He wanted his words to sink in, and they lay silently for another minute.
When his stomach let out a loud growl into the quiet room, they both laughed.
"Sorry, but you know, I rushed dinner. My stomach's reminding me." He reluctantly eased himself out of her.
He gave one last stroke along her back, then, with a satisfied sigh, pulled the condom off. "Where should I put this?"
Kindra pulled herself to a sitting position, and started unbuckling the sandals from her feet. "In the bathroom right across the hall. Why don't I reheat our dinners while you do that?"
"Uh… because we left the boxes in my car." When he had been too preoccupied with getting Kindra into the house and naked to worry about bacteria growth. "I don't think it's a good idea to eat beef that's been sitting out for two hours."
"What a waste." She stretched her arms up over her head, kicking the sandals off the bed to the floor.
Her breasts rose and he admired the graceful curve of her neck and shoulder. "Oh, it was worth it," he told her truthfully.
Even as his stomach disagreed and growled again, rumbling long and loud.
She giggled. "I can fix you a ham sandwich."
Damn, that was cute. She'd offered to make him a sandwich. Mack knew it was only lunch meat, but hey, he must mean something to her, right?
"You don't have to do that. Just show me where everything is and I'll fix it."
With a smile, she put her hand on his knee and brushed with her fingertips. "Don't be silly. I don't mind doing it."
A fabulous idea came to him. "Would you mind making the sandwich naked?"
Kindra standing there, bending over to retrieve the ham from the fridge, spreading mustard… Now if only she would put the high-heel sandals back on, they would really be on to something.