With a startled cry, she realized he was undoing her hair from its twist.
"One hair clip, no longer in place." Mack tossed it over his shoulder and drove his fingers into her hair.
It hurt a little. He wasn't gentle and the hair tugged and pulled, but Kindra barely noticed, so arousing was the look on his face.
Mack was murmuring, "I love your hair. I've been dying to see it down. I just knew it would have red streaks in it."
Her hair could be purple and green for all she cared. Kindra boldly reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck, urging him toward her mouth.
Mack brushed her lips, his tongue flicking across her quickly before he pulled back. She stumbled again as he let her go.
"Let's see what else your friend has to say."
Kindra stood in fascination, watching Mack scroll down through her e-mails. He was serious about this. He was going to act out Russ's e-mails.
Mack was going to touch and tease and stroke her until she either died from pleasure or begged for mercy, whichever came first.
Either of those worked for her.
"Here we go." Mack stood up straight again and read, " 'I bet you have great tits, Kindra.' "
Mack glanced at her tank top. "I can attest to that."
Kindra rubbed her hands on her skirt and tried not to cross her arms over her chest. She didn't remember those exact words from Russ, so she didn't know what was coming next. That was both frightening and arousing.
Mack went on. " 'They're probably round and full, with hard, taut nipples that want to be sucked. I'll suck them hard and fast, my tongue tasting you everywhere.' "
His mouth quirked up at the corner. "Hard and taut are redundant, and I don't think your nipples have a mind of their own, but we get the point."
He closed the distance between them, and before Kindra could even think, his mouth was on her. He was sucking and pulling through her shirt, without warning or preparation.
"Oh my God!" she said, then closed her mouth in mortification at her words.
Mortification quickly gave way to pleasure.
His hands were on her waist and he pushed the tank top up, the arm on his hair tickling her skin. Another second and he had tugged her bra down, and her breasts were spilling out.
His firm, wet tongue flickered across her. Kindra gripped his shoulders and whimpered. He wasn't being gentle, but was raking across her with his tongue, before pulling her breast back into his mouth.
Oh, yes.
Teeth nipped her and she felt an odd mix of pleasure and pain that was new and downright interesting. When he stood up, she rocked back toward him. She didn't want him to stop, not now when she was hot and aching and desperate for completion.
Mack's eyes were dark, the normally ice blue a lustful royal shade. He wiped the moisture from his mouth and said, "He said to suck hard."
Likely excuse. Kindra was starting to suspect Mack was getting off on this just as much as she was.
Which was a lot.
"Hard and fast," she repeated, tossing her hair back out of her eyes.
Mack was damn near to exploding. He wanted Kindra and he wanted her yesterday, but he was having a fucking good time turning her on like this, nice and slow.
It was obvious no man had ever bothered to take the time to get Kindra good and ready, and Mack was enjoying watching her. She looked shocked, but damn if she didn't look like she was basking in it.
Those green eyes were round and stunned, glazed with passion. She kept making little sounds of encouragement and pleasure, then looked embarrassed to realize she had. And she was completely letting him take the lead.
He was doing, and she was taking.
Until today, Mack had thought he'd had a lot of great sex in his life, even if his reputation had been exaggerated. He did date a lot, but there hadn't been that many women he had actually slept with. But he had considered those times to be damn great sex.
He had been wrong. That had been good sex. But nothing had made him this edgy, this eager, this nervous to please, this out of control.
Sex in the past had ultimately always been about him. Sure, he'd prided himself on pleasing his partner, but he had been in it for him.
This was a new thing, this pleasure from pleasuring someone else. He wanted to get Kindra off all night and just watch.
He turned back to the computer screen. Kindra seemed to like this method of acting out her online fantasies.
" 'Take your bra off for me.' " He smiled at Kindra. "Oh, I like this one."
She stood still in front of him, her rich auburn hair sliding across her shoulders. Her hands rubbed across her skirt again.
"It doesn't say anything about taking your top off, so leave that on."
Hands on the bottom of her tank top, she said, "You can't watch."
Laughing, he closed his eyes. "Fine." He was going to see it all anyway. He'd already had his mouth on her nipple, but hey, if she wanted to be shy, he didn't mind.
Eyes shut, he leaned back against the computer desk and crossed his feet.
"Have you ever had great sex, Kindra?"
Kindra, busy wrestling with her bra straps, said without thinking, "No."
She mentally groaned. She hadn't meant to say that out loud. She didn't want Mack to think there was something wrong with her, or that she was difficult to please.
He said, "That's not your fault, you know. That's his fault, whoever he was."
Tugging her bra down her arm and freeing it from the tank top, Kindra watched Mack leaning there, eyes still closed. Could he see somehow? He looked like he was smirking.
"Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I'm hard to please." She didn't know why she said that, her private fear, but once out there, she couldn't take it back.
Mack's mouth curved up. "I don't think so. You seem to be enjoying yourself so far. Are you? Enjoying yourself?"
"Yes." It was so much easier to be honest when he wasn't staring at her. And she was enjoying herself. More than she had thought possible.
"Good."
His eyes popped open. "Have you ever had an orgasm?"
With a man in the room? She froze, her bra dangling in her hands, the urge to laugh overcoming her. Let's see, she could count the times on one hand… no, make that one finger.
Once. And she was convinced it was a pure accident, since it had yet to be repeated.
"What do you mean?" she hedged, twisting her bra between her hands.
He laughed. He straightened up. Shoot. He was coming toward her. She took a step back.
"It's a simple question. Have you ever had an orgasm?"
"Yes."
"During sex? Were you on top, the bottom, from behind maybe?"
Her face started to burn. From behind? He could not be serious. "None of the above."
He stopped right in front of her, and his fingers wrapped around the bra and yanked it away from her. He dropped it on the floor.
"With his finger then? His tongue?"
There was no way she could answer that. Not with him standing so close her breasts were rubbing across the softness of his shirt. Not when his erection pressed lightly against her mound, then pulled back.
Forward, back, forward, a soft light rhythm that echoed the primal urges she felt.
She couldn't admit out loud that she seemed incapable of an orgasm. He might give up and go home. So she whispered, "I don't think that's in the e-mails, is it?"
His eyes darkened. "Oh, good point. So let's see what's next, shall we?"
When he turned, she breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't think when he was that close to her. Her body was heavy and feverish and she was starting to feel the pangs of desperation.
Mack looked like he could play like this all night. For twelve hours.
Kindra didn't think she could take much more. Mack was going so damn slow, and he was teasing her with more fore-play than she'd had in a year-long relationship with her ex-boyfriend.
It was now a fact in her mind that she had been robbed. To have made it to the age of twenty-six and never felt this kind of pleasure before was a crying shame. She had a mind to call up the three different men she had slept with and tell them they'd been doing it wrong.