Page 44 of Tempting

“What?” she squeaks, and there’s my Mac, right back to her old ways. “I’m on the counter.”

“Lie down,” I tell her again, leaving no room for question, only this time she listens and leans back on her elbows.

Her tank rides up a few inches, baring a strip of her toned abs above her panties.

Her greedy gaze licks my skin. “You take your shirt off, Nix.”

“You gonna accuse me of using steroids again?”

She shakes her head slowly and watches while I reach behind me and pull my shirt over my head. “What do you want tonight, Mac?”

“Umm... whatever you want to teach me,” she murmurs.

“Not how this works. I need you to tell me what you want. The more vocal you are, the more I can give you what you need. The better this is for you. And this is all about you, beautiful. I want you to know just how good it can be with the right person.”

She sucks in a breath. “And you think you’re the right person?”

The idea of there ever being another person has me seeing a red mist in front of my eyes, but I don’t tell her that. “I am tonight.”

“I want your mouth on me.” She hesitates and looks away. “And maybe my mouth on you,” she adds, a little less sure of herself.

“Good girl. Now take off your shirt.”

Again with those damn doe eyes that’ll be the death of me. “But I’m not wearing a bra.”

“Good, baby, because this is going to get messy.” I scoop a spoonful of ice cream from the carton, then suck in my fucking breath when she peels her tank over her head, and my fucking God. There is nothing in the world more perfect than Mackenzie Hayes in nothing but black silk lace.

Fuck... My cock is leaking in my boxers.

“Say something, Nix . . .”

I want to say mine, but I can’t.

That’s not fair to either one of us.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Mac.”

The flush that lights up her cheeks creeps down her chest, and I decide to follow it with the cool ice cream. I drag the spoon down her body, tracing her curves. Learning each one. Leaving a trail of cool, sticky sweetness that I lean in and lick off her neck. Her collarbone. The pulse point that’s thrumming rapidly at the base of her throat.

When I look up, her golden eyes look lust drunk, and fuck if it’s not a pretty look.

I dip my spoon back in the softening ice cream and love the way her back arches off the cool granite counter when I circle her tits—one, then the other, trailing lightly over her tight, pink nipples, eliciting a gasp as they harden even more.

Her belly trembles as I slide the ice cream over her toned stomach, dipping into her belly button, then licking it off her slowly. Savoring the taste of her skin and the tiny, jagged breaths leaving her lips.

“You doing okay, Mac?” I ask between sucking and licking and dragging more ice cream over her hip bones.

“Don’t... Don’t stop. Please,” she manages to say before her hands reach down and grab my shoulders.

“Not a fucking chance, Mac.”

“Oh, thank God,” she whispers, and I smile to myself before I run the spoon along the edge of her black lace cheeky panties. The fabric covering her perfectly waxed pussy is soft and sheer, and fuck me... it’s drenched.

She’s so responsive, I want to rip them from her body.

But not yet.

I need to taste Mackenzie first.

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