Page 24 of Tempting

“Friends who’ve seen each other naked,” she says softly, but goddamn, those words pack a powerful punch.

I lean her back against the brick building, fucking desperate for her, and slide my hand up the warm, soft skin of her creamy thigh.

Mac’s head drops back against the brick as she sucks in a breath.

I run a finger over the damp lace of her panties, and she rewards me with the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “Friends who share orgasms, Mac. And I want your first one now.”

KENZIE

My body trembles with anticipation and for once, I try not to overthink.

Hell, I don’t want to think at all.

Not this time.

I close my eyes and just feel... Everything. Nixon’s body against mine. His rough hand moving over my hot skin. Skin I shaved and buffed and moisturized to within an inch of my life earlier. Oh, God. His big, blunt finger runs over my lace panties through my sex as my breath catches in my throat, while he... Ohhhh...

“Don’t tense up on me now, beautiful,” he coaxes as he buries his face in my hair. “So fucking wet for me already, Mackenzie.”

He teases me gently at first while I cling to him, strung tight enough to snap at any moment. “Nixon,” I breathe out. “We could get caught.”

“No one will catch us, Mac. I will never let anyone see you like this.” His voice is tempting and possessive, and panty-meltingly sexy. “I’ve got you, Mac.”

He presses his lips at the hollow of my throat and drags his hot mouth up my neck.

Goosebumps cover my overheated skin.

My breath catches in my throat, and my entire body tightens beneath his touch.

“Why are you holding back on me, Mac?” Good lord, that voice. This man. He’s barely touched me. Lace still separates our skin, and yet he can already read me like a book. He tugs on my lace panties, and the friction is unbelievable. “I’m not giving you what you need until you give me what I want, beautiful.”

“What do you want?” I sigh, trying to sound in control, but so far removed from it, it scares me. I shift my hips to get closer to what I think I need.

He pulls his hand back, and the tips of his fingers skim along my lips, painting them with my own excitement, and I swear I practically come when his baby-blue eyes darken to the deepest navy, need staring back at me like a demon possessed. “I want to make you come.”

Nixon grabs my face with both hands and runs his thumb along my jaw. He stares at my lips like he’s going to kiss me, but changes his mind at the last second. “But I’m not going to give you that until you let go, Mac.”

When he pulls back, I can barely breathe, clueless as to what to do next.

Nix drags his thumb along my bottom lip and groans. “What are you thinking, Mackenzie? I can see it all over your face right now. Tell me why you’re holding back?”

I close my eyes, not wanting to talk about this, but knowing if I’m going to trust this man with my body, I have to be honest with him. How is it a second ago, he was teasing me through my panties, and now I’m about to discuss something I know is going to be humiliating?

One hand cups my throat, and the shiver it sends down my spine is nearly violent, it’s so powerful.

“Because I don’t know what I’m doing, Nixon.”

“What do you mean?” he asks, obviously confused, and the tiny flicker of my humiliation grows.

“You don’t get it, Nix. My analytical brain doesn’t even know how to have this conversation.” At least not without completely humiliating myself.

“You’re going to have to try for me here, Mac. Because this only works if we’re honest with each other.”

Damn it.

I know he’s right, but that feels like the only thing I know at the moment.

I push back against Nix’s chest, hoping space will give me back a little of my common sense, but instead, my fight or flight instinct kicks in, and I ball my hands into tight fists until my nails score half-moons into my skin, reminding me that I’m here. I’m safe. And I’m in control.

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