Page 48 of My Dearest Mackenzie

“Frances, I want to devour you.”

She giggled. “That’s quite the line to use in the kitchen…”

“I don’t give a fuck if you laugh because you’re about to be screaming.”

Before she could respond, I grabbed a cushion from the chair and tossed it on the floor, coming down on my knees and tugging her panties to the side.

I was fully clothed, and sweat beaded on my back as I swept my tongue along her most delicate parts, her moan more luscious than I imagined. Her growl ghosting every nerve in my body, I couldn’t get enough of her—every sensation, sound, taste, smell…

I went to work, noting when Frances tossed her head back. With one eye on her chest heaving up and down, her bra barely containing her and her body rippling at every touch of my tongue, I took her almost there and then backed her down.

“I’ve fucking died,” I told her.

“Mack,” she begged.

“You have been bossing me around since we met. Not today, Feisty Frankie.”

Being so close to the ocean, the air was already damp. But with every ooh and aah, the room filled with a heady sensation.

“Please, Mack,” Frances repeated, and I capitulated, picking up speed, applying pressure where I noticed she was most sensitive.

I inhaled every shiver and sensation from her, allowing her to ride the wave, my mouth never letting up. When her hand squeezed my hair and she pulled me up for a kiss, I was smitten all over again with her. With her taste on my tongue, we kissed, and she started pulling off my shirt, running her palms down my back and squeezing my ass through my jeans.

“This can’t be comfortable,” she said, looking down at my pants-covered length.

“I don’t want to do anything you don’t want…but I need you with every cell in my fucking body, Frances. I don’t even know how we got to this place, but we are here. And I never want to leave.”

“Have me—I have an IUD,” Frances whispered, urgent with desire and practical in sharing important information.

We weren’t kids. We knew what we wanted and we were going to take a taste of it.

Frances squirmed to bring our bodies closer, if possible. She didn’t echo my sentiment on never wanting this to end, but I was already unzipping my pants and shoving them off, along with the shoes on my feet, and pushing her back on the counter. My chest pounded as my hand ran up Frances’s soft abdomen, and I could feel her own heart beating a furious rhythm close to mine as I positioned myself to enter her.

“We can use the bed later,” was all I said. I couldn’t even wait in this moment—the kitchen felt like the only place to savor the delicacy known as Frances.

“Mack.” My name was once again a whimper on Frances’s breath, and I couldn’t help but indulge our desires, slipping inside her slowly, picking up speed as my palm traversed every inch of her skin.

She equally explored my chest and back as I guided myself in and out of her. Her breath picked up and tiny ripples spread through her body. She clenched me as she started to go off again, and I was only moments behind.

“Shit, that could have been a lot more romantic,” I mumbled while spread over Frances on my kitchen counter, my weight held up by my forearm and my free hand running through her hair.

“It was perfect, but the kitchen is definitely going to need to be sanitized. Hope the cleaning crew comes tomorrow.”

This woman. She had a way of making every moment the perfect balance of emotions.

The next morning, I woke in a tangle of blond hair and small limbs. I noted to myself that Frances slept as feistily as she lived. I spent a beat or two watching her wake up before whispering, “Hi.”

We’d fallen asleep after a second round in the sheets and a warm shower that followed.

“This is awkward,” the beautiful woman in my bed mumbled.

“You don’t do this often?” I couldn’t help but tease and fish for an answer at the same time.

“You know I don’t.” Her voice still raspy with sleep had me ready for more of whatever she was willing to give.

Gathering her close, I whispered, “Probably because they’re afraid you’ll kickbox them to death.”

“Very funny…and it’s distracting from how strange this whole scenario is. I mean, how many times have you ditched me? And here I am, in bed with you.”

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