Page 63 of Tempting

I lick her through her orgasm until her trembling body relaxes beneath me, then her knees loosen, and her thighs fall back to the bed.

Cradled between her legs, I reach for the condoms in my nightstand until her quiet voice breaks the silence. “Have you been tested, Nixon?”

“Last month, before practice started.” I don’t move, unsure of what she’s saying.

“Me too. Not last month, but before I left DC. I’m clean, and we both know I haven’t been with anyone else in years...”

“I haven’t been with anyone else since I was tested, baby. But we don’t have to do this,” I tell her, trying to wrap my head around the trust I think she’s giving me.

“I been on the shot for years, Nix... I’m clean. You’re clean. And I don’t want anything between us. Please,” she pleads, like I’ll ever be able to deny her a thing.

I gently run my thumb over her cheek. “Are you sure, baby?”

Mackenzie pulls my face down to her and presses her lips to mine softly as she wraps her legs around my waist. “I need you, Nixon. Just you.” She kisses me again. Harder and longer. “Nothing between us. Just us.”

And just when I think I’m starting to get where she’s coming from, she bites my bottom lip, then sucks it into her mouth. “Don’t be gentle.”

KENZIE

Agust of wind cracks the shades against the windowsill as the feral look in Nixon’s eyes darkens to something beyond sexy.

I’m not sure when it happened. Was it quickly or years in the making?

It doesn’t even matter when. This man owns me.

My body, my orgasms, and I think he might just own my heart too.

I’m not sure how it happened or when it happened, but it happened, and it’s scary as hell.

With a wicked grin on his firm, full lips he drags the thick head of his cock through my drenched sex, covering himself in my arousal. Sliding up and down. Pushing in the tiniest bit, then pulling right back out and smacking my clit until it throbs in time with my heart.

My blood thrums through my veins, flowing just under my skin, excitement and arousal and something else fighting for dominance.

“Nixon...” I beg, desperate to feel him inside me. My nails score his skin as they dig into his shoulders, and I try to pull us closer. “Please. I want more.”

My next breath is stolen from my lungs when he rolls us over and grabs behind my knees. “Straddle me, baby. I want to watch you ride me.” His hands grip my hips. “But don’t go thinking you’re fucking me, Mac. It doesn’t matter what position we’re in. Your orgasms are mine.”

“God, yes they are.” Excitement courses through me as my body clenches, and I lean down and kiss the edge of his lips. “I was responsible for my own for far too long, Nix, and I want you to make me come. Just you.”

I moan as he bucks beneath me, hitting my clit again.

“Tell me, Mac. Did you get yourself off this week?”

I shake my head and wrap my hand around his erection. “I tried. But nothing lived up to the memory of you. You’ve ruined me,” I whimper.

“That’s it. Up on your knees, beautiful. I want you to slide down my cock nice and slow. Feel the stretch, Mac.” We both suck in our breaths as I do what he said and notch the head of his dick against my soaked entrance.

I lean forward and brace my hands on his chest, loving the feel of him. Of his strength. His power. The way he focuses it all on me. My God... it’s too much.

Pleasure and pain spark like a bright bolt of lightning in a dark night’s sky as he stretches me until I feel like I might just tear in half.

I move achingly slow as I take him deeper, and my eyes close as I soak it all in.

Every delicious sensation.

“Eyes on me, beautiful.”

My eyes fly open and lock on his baby blues. I get lost in the emotion there as I take him deeper. Until I’ve taken all he’s got to give me. I rock my hips, wanting this to last but chasing the high I’ve been missing since the last time I was in his arms.

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