Page 61 of Body Checked By the Defenseman

“He isn’t going to be happy. I should’ve told him from the start I had feelings for you.”

“We were just exploring things and you were giving me new experiences. We needed this time for ourselves. You were helping me with my issue. . . it had nothing to do with Hayden,” I reiterate. As much as I love and respect my brother, there is certain information he doesn’t need.

“It’s not an issue, Periwinkle.” He chuckles. “You’re right. It has nothing to do with him, but he’s going to feel like I stabbed him in the back. It doesn’t sit well with me.”

“I don’t want us having sex causing you guilt,” I retort, feeling my stomach sink.

“There’s a lot of things I’m feeling right now but guilt isn’t one of them,” he assures. “I feel bad for not keeping Hayden in the loop, but I’m looking forward to taking you to bed.” He leans in and gives my lips a peck.

The waffle maker beeps. He places the first steamy waffle on a plate. We wait for the second to be ready.

“That lingerie is seriously sexy.” He checks me out appreciatively.

I open the silk robe and do a twirl. “You think so?”

He groans. “Fuck, those panties are hot. And that bra or corset thing. Fuck.” He holds his fist up to his mouth like it’s taking all his self-control not to touch me.

“Breakfast first,” I remind with an evil laugh. “And if you’re good, I may eat some of that whipped cream off your dick.”

“Fuck, Periwinkle. I’m going to have to eat breakfast with a semi.”

“That isn’t so bad. I’m pretty wet myself,” I confess, knowing exactly what I am doing.

“Who would have thought that little Ruby would grow up to be a seductress?” he teases as he takes the plate piled with waffles to the table.

“You bring it out in me.” I smile and spin around, taking a seat at the table.

“This looks seriously delicious.” I grab a plate and fork.

Macklin builds his waffle with the berries and whipped cream.

I take my first bite and groan. “Mmm.” I try to be mindful of my carb intake during the season, but the next two weeks are vacation time. I know how to indulge a little.

Macklin nods and stuffs his face.

“What do you think Abuela will say about us?” he asks.

“Uh, uh, we aren’t talking about Hayden or Abuela anymore. This is our day. Let’s focus on us.”

“Sorry, I’ll get out of my head,” he assures. “And I’ll give you a good time.”

“I’ve never doubted that. Every time with you has been amazing,” I affirm to him. “Because it’s you, Mack. There is no one else I want to be doing this with. Is that too much?” I ask, feeling like maybe it isn’t a good idea to lay all my feelings on the line.

“It isn’t too much. It’s exactly what I need to hear,” he replies.

We both finish our breakfast with Macklin eating two waffles during the time I’ve eaten one.

He insists on clearing the table and takes the can of whipped cream. “Just in case.” He grins.

I laugh. He takes me by the hand, and I think we are going to walk up to his room hand in hand together, but he swipes me off my feet and cradles me in his arms.

I squeal, not expecting the move. I’m laughing hard but it dies as we make it to his room and he lays me softly on the bed. He moves to the end of the bed and crawls above my legs. He lifts one leg up and begins to spread slow soft kisses up my calf. He then moves to my other leg and does the same. I realize he is showing me how much he revers me. This isn’t going to be one of our hungry, fast make-out sessions. This is going to be slow and deliberate. He moves up my thigh, kissing the inside. My robe slips open. Everything about this moment feels erotic, including the soft fabric of my robe rubbing against my skin. My senses are heightened. When Macklin reaches the apex of my thighs, I anticipate that maybe he’ll want to lick my pussy, but he moves back down to my other leg and spreads soft kisses moving up my other thigh. My heart is beating fast and my breaths are coming quick as he makes me wetter and wetter by his calculated seduction. He is torturing me at a languid pace. Until he isn’t and he lies beside me and kisses me. The kiss is tender. It holds so much emotion. Years of hidden feelings rush to the surface like a tsunami bursting through me. He breaks the kiss, moving to my neck, sucking at my sensitized skin, licking his way down my nape.

His fingers slowly roll over my nipples. “This corset is so hot, Periwinkle. You look so damn pretty it takes my breath away.”

My breathing picks up at his words of endearment. I don’t know how I was expecting Macklin to be. He’s been with enough girls. I wasn’t expecting him to be this sweet and patient.

He takes off the corset and then his mouth is on my nipple. He flicks his tongue across one nipple as his hand kneads the other.

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