Clicking off the TV, I watch her move toward the front door. The visual of her in my condo reminds me of everything I’ve overcome in the short span since watching baseball at Jonah’s. The usual weight that lives in my chest is still there, but only a fraction of what it was before. I take a deep breath and relax into the new freedom.
Damn it feels good. I’m greedy for more.
She’s at the door, bending forward to get her shoes, and I’m ready to push myself one step further.
My body responds before my brain registers it. In three quick strides, I’m at her back. She straightens, not knowing I’m right behind her, and the sweet island smell of her hair wafts beneath my nose.
I do the only thing I can.
I lunge.
~*~
Mac
“Oh my . . . shit!” I’m pressed face forward against the closed door of Rex’s condo. The cool wood seeps through my thin cotton tank while the heat of his body is at my back. A small prickle of fear crawls over my skin before I feel his lips at my neck.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He growls his apology against the tender flesh below my ear. “I had to touch you.”
I hold off a moan and concentrate on not falling limp in his arms. His hands find mine splayed against the door. He interweaves our fingers, fisting my smaller ones in his, and pushes them up above my head. I’m helpless. Incapacitated by his strength and the position he’s put me in.
“Rex . . .”
He flexes his hips against my ass as a reprimand of some kind, but it feels like a reward. A groan of pleasure falls from my lips, and my head drops back against his shoulder.
“You okay?” He runs his lips up and down the side of my neck, dragging that damn piece of metal along in strokes of pure torture.
“Yeah, just . . . more.”
The low grumble of his laugh rolls against my back, sending shivers of ecstasy and anticipation down my spine. I arch my back, requesting his touch.
“Aw, fuuuck.” He slams his hips into me, and the feeling of pure steel at my lower back robs me of breath.
He hasn’t even touched me, and we’re fully clothed, but a few more of those and I’ll fall apart in a blistering orgasm that’ll knock my legs out from under me.
“Here’s the way it’s gonna be, baby.” He drops a lingering kiss at my neck. “I need to be in control.” Another slow kiss at my jawline. “Nod if you understand.”
I nod quickly. Anything, whatever, just please don’t stop.
His hands holding mine flex. “These stay here at all times.” He nuzzles the nape of my neck. “You smell fucking amazing.”
“Rex—”
“No talking.” He growls against my skin, but this time there’s more than hunger laced in his response. It sounds like pain.
I nod again and roll both my lips between my teeth, biting down to keep from talking. This needs to be perfect for him. Whatever is about to happen, I owe it to him to put my own desires aside to make this easy on him.
“It’s not about taking pleasure from your body; I’m not alone in this.” He runs his nose from my temple to my ear. “You let me know if I’m doing something you don’t want. Then you speak.”
I’m lost in the feeling of his strong body pinning mine. Assaulted by mental images of what’s to come, anticipation floods my body. The sharp pinch of his teeth at my ear clears my thoughts.
“Nod if you hear me, baby.”
I nod again and he rewards me with a long firm thrust of his hips. “Atta girl.”
My head falls back and to the side, opening up my neck in submission to him. He takes my offer and dives in, licking and sucking until I’m writhing with need. Goose bumps race up my arms, and I imagine all the places I wish he’d move his attention to.
“Fuck, you taste so damn good.” He pulls my skin between his lips with a fierce suction that I feel in my nipples. “Bet you taste even better down here.” He bends his knees and thrusts between my legs.
“Yes!” I slam my mouth shut, biting back my reaction as it dissolves into a moan.
His hands flex against mine. “I was hoping you’d test me.”
He nudges my ankles farther apart and I gladly step them wide. His knee slides in tight between my legs with a firm pressure. So close to where I need him, but not quite there. The tease is maddening.
“Fuck, you’re burning up down here.” He presses in, slides his leg back then forward, creating delicious friction. “So damn sexy.”
Moving his hands together above my head, he grips both my wrists with one hand, freeing up one of his own. Please, touch me.
I rub my breasts against the solid door, hoping to relieve some frustration, but it only cranks me higher.
“I’ve got you.” His free hand slides at my belly between me and the door. He tucks his hand beneath my shirt and glides it up to my bra. “I knew your skin would feel like this. Soft.”
I want to scream at the top of my lungs for him to touch me, pinch me, hurt me. I don’t care. Just put me out of this misery. Instead I wait, panting to the point of hyperventilation as I give him control.
He glides his fingers along the wire cup of my bra, and just like with his knee, he’s so close.
A tiny growl of frustration escapes my throat, and he chuckles against my back.
“You trust me?”
I nod, over and over, big and exaggerated. Hell yes, I trust you! Put your damn hands on me!
He curves his fingers beneath the cup of my bra and pulls it up to completely expose one breast. I bite my lip to avoid crying out in pleasure.
He cups my breast with his hand, molding it and making it his. “Perfect.”
His powerful thigh is pressed in firmly between my legs, his big hand wrapped around my breast, held captive by him, and I’m overcome with sensation. I turn away from him at my shoulder and press my forehead against the door. He rewards me by scissoring my nipple between his fingers, back and forth, back and—Oh yeah, it’s coming.
I push back, rolling my hips against his thigh, searching for the right combination of pressure. He steps in tighter, probably trying to keep me still, but it’s too late. He’s brought me to the brink with his orgasm-inducing domination combined with his barely there touch. The contrast is intoxicating. Beautiful.
“Mac . . .” It sounds like a warning, but I’m too close to slow now.
His fingers grow tight around my nipple, and the shock of pain sends a blinding wave of pleasure between my legs. I arch my back, pressing into his hand for more while simultaneously shifting my hips so I can get his thigh where I need it.
Just . . . a little . . . closer.
I whimper in frustration, and in an instant, I lose his hand. “No—”
My protest is cut off by a gasp when he cups me between my legs. “You come when I tell you to.” It doesn’t sound like a demand, but a request. “I need it like this.” His long fingers dig in. So good, so, so good. “Nod if you understand?”
Was that a question? I’m desperate. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him, especially now.
I nod and immediately feel the pinch of his teeth at my shoulder. He groans against me as his fingers press against my jeans.
“More . . .” Dammit, I know he doesn’t want me to talk, but I’m so close.
His tongue glides up my neck to my jaw and his breath heaves. The thunder of his heart pounds against my back, and for the first time, I realize he’s just as worked up as I am.
My hands tug against his hold, but he doesn’t let them go. I grind my hips down onto his hand, rolling in waves. More. Just a little bit more.
He moans, low and primal and so damn hot. “Fuck it.” He pops the button of my jeans and slides his hand down first inside the denim and then beneath the lace of my panties.