Page 15 of Tempting the Tender Guy: Imperfect Heroes

“So you’ve always been talented.” She heaves a sigh. “I’m so envious of people with natural talent. I don’t have a creative bone in my body.”

I shuffle closer to her. “And how many other people were top cookie sellers in their girl scout troops three years in a row?”

With a laugh, she shoves at my shoulder. “Stop. You’re just picking on me now. I’m serious. I can’t draw, sing, or play an instrument. I’m hopeless at most things.”

“Everyone has different talents. You’re warm, friendly, and vibrant. That’s a talent too, you know.”

She scoffs. “Not much of one. That’s just me not knowing when to shut up.”

My smile fades. “Whoever told you to shut up is an idiot.”

Sadie stares at me, her eyes wide.

In the blink of an eye, she launches herself at me, taking me off-guard and I pitch backwards, landing on my back with Sadie on top of me. Her mouth attacks mine in the sweetest of assaults.

With a moan, I wrap my arms around her, banding her tightly to me and realizing I never want to let her go.

CHAPTER EIGHT

SADIE

Mack said about taking things slow and I somewhat agreed with him.

Now I’m simply too overwhelmed not to act on my instincts and they’re telling me to grab hold of this man and love the hell out of him.

I’ve always been a chatterbox. All my life people have commented that about me. Talkative, wordy, babbling, long-winded, chatty, rambling. I’ve been called it all. And yes, I’ve been told to shut up more times than I can count.

Mack truly doesn’t feel that way. He’s interested in what I have to say and in me.

I was turned on by him before and now I need to express how much I want him. Going by the sizeable erection poking into my thigh, I think the feeling is mutual.

His fingers tunnel through my hair, pulling out the elastic band holding my hair back in a ponytail. He grips the loose strands as his mouth moves hungrily against mine, his hips thrusting and grinding desperately.

He tastes like pineapple. I suck on his tongue, glorying in the taste of him and the feel of his hard body underneath mine. He’s older than me by a decade, yet his body is strong and fit. I want to strip the clothes off of him so I can kiss and lick him all over.

Pushing on his shoulders, I use them for leverage and sit up as he releases my hair. His erection jabs into my ass as I straddle his taut middle. His eyes are wild and wide as he stares up at me with parted lips, his breath panting out unevenly.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growls.

Reaching down, I trail my fingers over the soft whiskers of his beard. “I was thinking the same thing,” I whisper.

I grind my pussy down on his stomach, feeling the hard buck of his dick against my ass. “I want you, Mack.” Trailing my fingers down his chest, I pluck at a button on the front of his shirt. “Are you going to let me have you?”

His eyes, more brown than green, are latched onto my mouth and something like disappointment fills them.

Confused, my body goes still, and I wonder how I completely misread things.

Mack’s Adam’s apple bobs. “I don’t have any condoms.” The words are slow to come and filled with regret.

My body sags in relief. If that’s the only thing stopping him, I got him covered. Literally and figuratively.

I reach into my back pocket and pull out a condom, waving it merrily as I grin. “No worries.”

Mack’s hands drop to my hips, his long fingers gripping my ass and wrapping around to the front of my hip bones. “You’re sure, Sadie?”

Laughter bubbles up in my chest. I’ve never been more certain of anything before in my life. I’m afraid that might scare him, so I simply nod and say, “Yes.” Then my lips crash into his again and all my thoughts fly away.

His hands guide me as I rock on him, my breasts crushed into his chest. The friction is wonderful with my clit throbbing between my legs as desire dampens my folds. If I were wearing panties they’d be soaked. I’m more of a commando gal so my jeans are the only thing between my naked pussy and Mack.

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