Page 64 of Tempting

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good.” He jackknifes up and wraps my legs around his waist so we’re chest to chest. Nix’s strong arms band around my waist, and he takes back all control.

“My good girl...” he whispers as his lips press against mine, and I melt, loving the way he controls me.

“Only yours,” I murmur against his lips and let him shift my body however he wants, unable to do anything but give myself over to him completely.

“Tell me, baby,” he whispers in my ear. “Tell me what you want. Tell me how it feels. Tell me you’re mine.”

Oh. God.

This isn’t what I should want. I want a career, not a man. We were supposed to be no strings. Instead, they’re wrapping around us in a million directions, and instead of running, I just want more.

“You, Nix. I want you,” I whisper back, relieved to give life to the words.

“I didn’t say stop talking, Mac,” he demands, and there’s that growly voice I love. He changes our angle just enough to hit a whole new spot, and I see stars.

“More of this. More of us. I want you closer,” I gasp. “Deeper. I want to feel you every time I move for fucking days.” I lean my forehead against his and inhale his breaths.

His strokes are slow and measured. Controlled. Just like Nixon.

One hand grips my chin with rough fingers and holds my face while he takes my lips. He licks into my mouth as he fucks me harder. Faster. Our bodies moving together in an intricate dance. Moving against one another to our own beautiful choreography until I don’t know where I stop and he starts. I just feel him. Everywhere.

“So fucking good for me.”

His praise is like a lit match being thrown into a pool of gasoline.

A fire rips over my already hypersensitive skin, leaving a blazing inferno in its wake. It’s too much but won’t ever be enough.

“That’s my girl,” he growls against the hollow of my throat as his hips pick up speed and grinds his cock inside me, creating the most decadent friction against my clit and hitting the most delicious spot inside, and I know without a doubt I’m not going to last much longer.

A whimper is ripped from my lips on a sexy cry that even I can recognize as a beautiful sound.

“Shh, baby. I’ve got you.”

I nod, unable to form words. Lost in my lust. Chasing the high.

Nixon drags his mouth over my peaked nipple, sucking and biting and scraping his teeth over my skin until the edges of my vision darken, and I think I may pass out.

Overstimulated . . . Overwhelmed.

“Gonna need you to come for me, Mackenzie.” The flames lick higher and higher with each desperate word.

Every thrust of his hips against mine.

Each stroke of his fingers and cock. His teeth and tongue.

The look in those baby blues I could get lost in for days. It’s all there. The lust. The need. The want. It’s all reflected back at me, right there.

He’s giving it to me in his words. His actions.

He’s giving me him.

And as I wonder whether I can take it... take him, he thrusts up and slams me down against him, and I shatter in his arms. A silent scream falling from my lips as my body shakes violently, uncontrollably. There’s nothing soft or gentle about it. It’s world-defining and body-draining, but Nixon doesn’t stop. He fucks me through my first orgasm, his strokes never stopping. His voice and body and actions holding me tightly while he pounds into me, adding a finger to play with my clit, then gripping my ass and opening me to him so he can play with that too.

I jerk with a mix of fear, anticipation, and pure need.

Willing to try whatever he wants.

To take whatever he’ll give me.

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