Page 40 of One More Time

While I didn’t offer more, I couldn’t imagine letting my heart be open to anyone, not when my brother was dying, not when my job didn’t leave room for more. That’s what I always told myself.

“So what are we doing?” Her question landed in the space between us like a lit fuse.

“We’ve agreed that neither one of us wants anything serious. And we’re neighbors.” She circled her hand in the air impatiently when I paused to consider my words. “We’re going to have more then. Do we need to discuss anything further?”

A corner of my mind thought this was ridiculous as if we were having some kind of rational discussion when all I wanted was to be buried inside her.

McKenna shook her head. Before I could think, she leaned forward and brought her lips to mine. The soft press of her lips was a fiery shock to my system.

Maybe my doubts banged around inside my mind, but my body knew exactly what it wanted. Instinct took over the moment her lips teased against mine.

I shifted closer, giving a subtle tug on her hand. Seconds later, she was a bundle of softness on my lap. She made this sweet little sound in the back of her throat. It was like being struck by lightning, the sound itself sizzling down my spine with sparks leaping in its wake. Our kiss went from a languid, sensual exploration to devouring with our teeth banging together at one point. We broke apart, staring at each other, wide-eyed and shocked at the power of the combustion between us. It had a life of its own.

“McKenna,” I rasped. Her name slipped out unbidden.

She started to move, but her knee banged into the coffee table, sending her half-empty bottle of mead tumbling over. “Oh hell!” She stood swiftly.

She hurried into the kitchen, returning with paper towels. I carried the bottle to the sink and rinsed it while she wiped up the spill. A moment later, she stood beside me in the kitchen, tossing the paper towels into the garbage under the sink before rinsing her hands.

My heart had barely even slowed from its rampaging beat. She looked up at me.

Seconds ticked by. It was as if there was a clock in my body. Too much time had passed since we’d kissed even though it’d maybe been two minutes.

She stepped closer, her eyes lifting to mine as she placed a palm on my chest. Her touch was electric. I considered myself a deeply practical person. Chemistry was chemistry; kissing was kissing. It felt good and was simply a convenient attunement of pheromones.

Yet McKenna made me question just how practical I really was. Because this chemistry with her was like nothing I had ever encountered. It felt like capturing lightning from the sky and spinning it around us, like a burning fire when the wind catches in it.

I dipped my head, letting my forehead fall to hers just as she asked, “Where were we?”

“Right here, sweetheart.” My last word was the beginning of our kiss. I cupped both of her cheeks, angled my head to the side, and let my need take over. It was a rushing force, a river breaking through a dam in spring and obliterating anything in its path.

McKenna’s palms mapped my chest, one sliding down and stroking boldly over the aching length of my cock. I groaned into our kiss before I broke away and sucked in a deep breath. We stared at each other, the air so charged it felt like it might catch fire.

Her deft and swift hands unbuttoned my fly. The zipper sliding down fed into the electricity sizzling through me.

Another moment later, I gritted my teeth and let out a growl. Her bare palm slid into my boxers. Her touch was sure, and I clung to the thinnest thread of control. I ached. I scrambled mentally for purchase, something to hold onto to regain control.

She slid her thumb over the tip of my cock, lifting her hand. I could feel the beat of my heart in my swollen length when her lips closed around her thumb, and she moaned a little.

My voice was tight when I bit out, “McKenna.”

She bit the corner of her lips. The next thing I knew, she leaned down to shove my boxers out of the way as my cock sprang free.

I felt her mouth close over the tip of my cock, her tongue swirling as she created a subtle suction. Burying my fingers in her hair, I held on, letting myself savor every second of this.

She teased me, her tongue lazily circling before sliding down along the underside of my cock and up again. She drew me into her mouth, bringing me in deep. I felt the curl of her palm around the base of my cock when she drew away. I nearly cried out. My release threatened, sizzling hot at the base of my spine as my balls drew tight.

“McKenna,” I gasped.

She rocked back on her heels. “Yes?” Her lips were glistening and puffy.

I wanted to come inside her, but I couldn’t even manage to say anything.

“Too late,” she added.

I felt the warm suction of her mouth closing around my length again. My grip tightened on her hair as she drew me deep inside. Heat blasted me in a fiery jolt before my release spurted into her mouth.

It was a damn good thing I had a counter behind me because my knees nearly gave out from the force.

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