“Mace,” I grit his name, “please.”
I grip his hair tighter as he sucks my clit harder, and his fingers push so deep, it shoves me over the edge.
Fireworks explode behind my eyes as my body shudders. All the energy held behind the dam inside me flows in torrents, and my voice sticks to my throat as wave after wave of pleasure assaults me.
Shit… shit…shit…
It almost borders on pain as my pussy contracts savagely around his still pumping fingers, and finally, my throat relaxes enough for a feral moan to escape.
He holds me tight as my legs tremble and my thighs quiver. I’m unsure whether I want to clamp them tight to stop the sensations washing through me or part them farther to heighten it.
Unable to hold my weight, I collapse into his lap as my legs give out, and he hoists me over him, his cock brushing against the underside of my pussy as my thighs spread around his body.
It would be so easy for him to slip inside me, but he doesn’t try. Instead, he pulls me down on top of his chest and kisses every inch of my mouth, my neck, and my face. He reveres me in a way no one ever has and I’m not sure anyone ever would be able to emulate.
“You are so fuckin’ beautiful when you come,” he tells me as I settle against his chest.
I can only imagine how we look in our various states of undress, and it should feel awkward, but it doesn’t.
I slide my hand under his shirt, skimming my palm over the soft skin of his side. I can feel his heart pounding beneath my cheek, matching the crazed beats of my own.
He brushes my hair back from my face, his expression lazy and happy. I’m so used to Mace scowling that for a moment, I can’t tear my gaze from the sight in front of me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, and I’m not sure why until he captures a tear from my cheek with his thumb.
I’m crying.
What the fuck, Maylie?
I can’t stop them from flowing now they’ve started. I’m so overwhelmed by everything that just happened that my emotions choke me. I don’t know how to articulate what I’m feeling, so I just stutter nonsense at him.
The concern on his face lances through my chest. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, completely embarrassed to admit anything to him. “No. Everything was so perfect.”
“You’re crying.”
“I know.” I try to sit up, and he helps me, even though I can tell he doesn’t want to let me go. I lean my back against the headboard while he settles next to me. “They’re not bad tears, Mace.”
“I don’t understand.”
I swipe at my wet face. “I never thought I would have this with anyone. I resigned myself to the fact my life would be spent taking care of my brother and my sister. I never dared to dream I could date.”Oh, shit.My eyes flare wide at the assumption I’ve made. “Not that we’re dating. I don’t mean to say that. Licking someone’s kitty doesn’t exactly mean were together, right? I’ve never even been in a situationship before, so I don’t know exactly what the rules are, but?—”
He covers my mouth with his fingers. “Babe, this thing between us ain’t a situationship.” His hand wraps around the back of my neck. I love it when he does that. I’d found it hot when Steve did it to Bella, though I never imagined it happening to me.
“Right. So, we’re dating?”
“I’ve never dated in my entire life, Maylie.”
Disappointment floods me. Was this just a quick fumble and done? My stomach sinks as his finger hooks under my chin. “I don’t like that look in your eyes.”
“It’s fine. I’m fine. Of course, I don’t expect anything more from you, Mace.”
He grabs my arm before I can shuffle off the bed. “Don’t run from me. I’ve never dated, and this thing between us is so much more than dating, babe. You’re fuckin’ mine.”
The possessive tone of his voice is like an electric switch in my body. Heat swirls in my belly at the ownership that word implies. I should be pissed, but fuck, I want to be his.
He kisses me before I can form coherent sentences, and his mouth on mine is fast becoming my favourite thing.I’m not afraid to admit that I am smitten. Truth be told, I’ve been smitten from the moment he stepped between me and his club brother that first night in Temptation.