Page 102 of That First Flight

“This night was so fun,” she exclaims as we enter the apartment.

Yup. Confirmation it was, in fact, the best night.

Macey stops spinning around laughing when she turns to me in the kitchen. The smile wiped clean from her face in a matter of seconds.What the fuck.

“This night was just… it was perfect, Oliver.” She pauses as if she’s trying to think of the words she wants to say next. “Being around you, being in this city… It makes me feel alive. I’ve never felt more myself than I did tonight.”

I take slow, tentative steps toward her while she remains rooted in place.

Begging me to touch her again.

Hopefully, begging me to kiss her again the way we did at the restaurant.

When I get close to Macey, her hands fist my t-shirt at the waist line, forcing my body to press into hers.

“That night,” she breathes out on a shallow whisper. “When you touched me.”

“Do you want me to touch you again?”

She nods aggressively. “But…”

I raise a brow. “But?”

“I want to touchyou, Oliver.”

My heart thunders in my chest at her admission and the muscles in my back tighten at the thought of her hands all over my body, hands I've envisioned touching me more times than I care to admit.

I grip her chin with my thumb and finger, forcing her head upright. “Tell me what you want to touch, Macey.”

“Everything.”

My cock jerks at that, pressing into her stomach, and I hear her suck in a breath.

Her hands travel down to my chest as her nails dig into my skin through my shirt while her chin still rests between my fingers. I bring my face down until I’m practically grazing her lips. “So touch me.”

“I… I’ve never done this before.”

Fuck. I forgot about last week when Macey told me she’s never been with anyone other than the guy who ditched her when he found out she was pregnant. I couldn’t sleep that night thinking about that. What kind of person does that? Mackenzie doesn’t deserve that, and neither did Macey.

Macey’s hands moving along my shoulders to my biceps have me swallowing down any thought I was just having. She pushes her body into me, closing any distance that was just there.

She sucks in a sharp breath, no doubt feeling what she does to me.

My hands land on the counter behind me, allowing her to roam her hands over my body freely. I let her take control of the situation and move at her pace. With the silent invitation, she rakes her nails down my chest and stops at the waistband of my jeans.

My head falls back and I moan at just her touching me there.

I can feel her unbuttoning them, before she pulls the zipper down.

I should get a medal for holding as much restraint as I am right now.

But then Macey’s hands are no longer on me and my eyes land on hers as I snap my head down. She has her bottom lip between her teeth and her cheeks are glowing red.

I brush a stray strand of her hair behind her ear before pressing a quick kiss to her lips. I wrap my hand around her wrist as I guide her hand back to the waistband of my jeans. “Take out my cock.”

Macey sucks in a sharp breath, but pushes my jeans to the ground and reaches into my boxer briefs to grip my cock. I groan out in pleasure at the feel of her soft, delicate hand wrapped around the shaft. I could actually come right now from just that.

I help her out by pushing my boxer briefs down to rest on the floor with my jeans. stepping out of them to allow her full access to me. Macey’s eyes never leave my dick. She just stares down at it, wide eyed.

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