Page 83 of Tempting

“Nixon...” I practically purr as he massages my neck. “I can try,” I promise him quietly, scared to pop this bubble and shatter this moment we’re lost in.

“Marry me, Mackenzie,” he breathes against my lips so softly I’m not sure I heard him right.

“Nix—”

“Don’t say no, Mac. Say not yet if you need to. I’ll wait forever for you. But it’s you and me, Mac, and I need you to know that. I don’t care if you marry me today, tomorrow, or next year. But you’re going to marry me because you’re mine and I’m yours. I will never be anything but yours.” He presses his lips against mine, swallowing my breath and stealing my soul.

We stay like that, just kissing, for what feels like hours.

But there’s no just about kissing Nixon. It’s so much more.

He’s so much more.

“I love you,” I whisper into the charged air enveloping us. “Only you. Only ever you.”

His hand coasts down my back and under his jersey, stopping on the ruffled panties with a grin. “Did you buy these for me, Mac?”

His finger slips under the edge, and his eyes morph into two pools of melted steel.

Smoldering and sexy and dangerous to my heart.

“I did,” I tell him as I raise up and tug his shirt over his head, then shove his sweats down enough to see my man is going commando. “Did you not wear anything for me?”

That sexy grin grows as he nods.

“Words, Sinclair,” I echo back to him, giving him the words he loves to give me. I kiss his lips. His cheek. The hollow of his throat. “I need to hear your words.”

Nixon slides my panties aside, and I guide him to my entrance.

“You want my words, baby?” he growls hot and powerfully, and my pussy clenches in response, desperate and needy and dying for him.

I slide down, taking him inside my body, and we both moan together at the utter perfection of the moment. At the feel. At us.

Nixon’s hands go to my hips, and he leans back in my chair, then watches me as I rock slowly against him.

“How’s this? Yeah, I went commando for you.” He shifts and hits that spot that makes me see stars instantly.

“I bought this jersey because I wanted to see you in my name.” His grip tightens on my hips, and I moan. “I wanted everyone to see my name on you, Mac. Everyone. Because I’m a greedy, selfish bastard who doesn’t share and doesn’t want any other poor fuck to think he even stands a chance.”

“Nix...” I leverage my palms on his shoulders and circle my hips, loving the friction on my clit as much as the way he hits my G-spot with every snap of his powerful hips against mine. “Everything I’ve done for months has been for you. You. You’re all I think about. All I want to think about. It’s you, baby. Just you.”

“Oh God.” It’s all too much.

His words.

His actions.

His love.

He leaves no room for doubt.

“Promise me, Nix,” I pant and slowly squeeze him inside my body, loving the look of near devastation on his handsome face. “Promise you’ll catch me when I fall.”

“I’m going to be carrying you the whole way, Mac.” His eyes glaze over, and I’m lost.

I’m his.

I always will be.

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