Page 91 of Forged By Sacrifice

The worst would be that we would find out that we couldn’t live without each other. That those strings tying our bodies together would be hard to sever without cutting holes in our hearts.

He licked my skin, and my knees completely buckled, and he caught me. “You taste like golden sunsets.”

My heart skipped a beat.

His hand found the zipper on my dress and tugged at it.

“Tell me no, Georgie.”

But I couldn’t. “I can’t. I bought it imagining you doing just this.”

He groaned, and I swallowed the groan with my mouth on his.

The zipper went down, his hand caressing as it went.

Our mouths fitting together as if they’d always been together.

Our bodies pushing closer.

The zipper stopped, and I pulled away enough that I could drop my arms, allowing the dress to fall from my shoulders, cascading around my hips before slipping all the way to the floor. Mac’s eyes darkened at my braless breasts and the black lace underwear I’d worn.

“Georgie,” he breathed out my name, saying it as if it was the word stunning or beautiful or gorgeous like he’d called me earlier.

He pulled me back to him, hand to my breast, caressing. Then, his mouth took command of mine. Tongue and lips and teeth, teasing and pulling and twisting together. Hearts and pulses pounding.

He lifted me up, and my legs encircled his waist. I was in my heels and my black underwear and nothing else. With him in too many clothes that rubbed along all my sensitive parts. He carried me down the hall. We’d gone halfway when a tearing sound stopped us, pulling our lips apart with wide eyes.

He smiled at me. “Damn. Now I’m going to have to pay for this tux.”

My hands flew to the back of the jacket and found where the arm and back seam had split apart, and I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me. “I guess this is the reason Russell buys his own tuxedos.”

His smile faded. “I don’t want to talk about Russell.”

He finished the journey to his room before setting me down. I tugged at the buttons on the tux, pushing the jacket away while he pulled at the tie, our movements, which had been slow and heady, picking up pace as we tried to remove his clothes while still kissing. His chest was bare before the rest of him, and I kissed it slowly, moving down his abdomen until he was groaning again.

I undid the belt and the button on his pants, and he was tripping over them before he could remove his shoes. I sank down on the masculine, gray comforter that was on his bed. I pulled up one foot and removed the strap on my stilettos.

He stopped me once I had the shoe off, grabbing my foot and pulling it to his mouth, kissing the side and the sole, sending shivers down my whole body. He then pulled the other foot up and slowly undid the strap himself, the fast pace edging back toward the languorous one we’d had in the limo.

We were both in our underwear. His were tight, showing every part of him that wanted me, while mine were ready to slide from my body with desire. He put his hands down on either side of me on the mattress, leaning in to take my mouth in his. To take my breast in his hand.

We moved our way back on the bed, Mac trailing kisses up my leg, placing a hot kiss over the thin fabric of my underwear, making me moan. He journeyed up my stomach to each breast, giving them each their fair share of attention before trailing kisses up my neck and finally to my lips. My hand caressed his back and journeyed over the defined lines of his abdomen and down until a guttural groan escaped him when my hand touched him, making me shiver again, longing enveloping me.

“Mac,” I whispered, having to say something before I couldn’t.

“Don’t,” he said, kissing my neck, and my chin, and the corner of my lips.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say anything. Don’t stop us. Just don’t.”

“Just need to set the ground rules.” I gasped as his tongue returned to my breast, a hand journeying down and tugging at the fabric of my underwear.

“No rules,” he said, switching to the other breast. My body burned, fighting to get the words out.

“Rules.”

His tongue and mouth stopped the caress of my breast, and he looked up at me from his position there. The desire I saw in his eyes stopped my breath, made my words almost disappear.

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