Page 16 of Flashpoint Feelings

As if he knows exactly what I need, Mack lowers himself, flattening me against the white comforter. The pressure is exquisite, better than any sensation I’ve ever felt. I’m wedged between the cool, slick bedding and his warm, hard body. But he’s holding back, not giving me his full weight, not trusting me to take it.

“Crush me,” I murmur against his lips, pulling him down toward me.

With a chuckle and a slight shake of his head, he drops one more kiss onto my lips then releases his elbows and knees, letting his entire frame trap me. The breath is squeezed from my lungs, and I close my eyes, relishing the sensation of being pinned, helpless under him. It’s not something I would have ever imagined I’d love, but with Mack, I do.

After a minute, he presses up, shifting to one side to regard me.

“Like that, did you?” he asks, although I can tell he already knows the answer.

I lift a shoulder. “Who knew?”

He licks along my collarbone to the pulse point at the base of my neck. “Mmm, Maya, you ceding control, your tight little body under mine? I liked it, too, but we’re just getting started.”

“Just getting started?” I ask. “We agreed…one and done.”

“One night, not one time,” he says, the delicious correction murmured against my skin as he shifts down, making quick work of removing the rest of his clothes and mine.

Oh, okay.

“After all, I’ve gotta get you ready,” he adds, crawling back toward me.

He’s right. A single glance at his generous length has me wondering how I’ll ever fit all of him inside me. But before I can give it another thought, his mouth is gliding up my thigh, heading toward the slick seam between my legs.

“Mack,” I cry as he buries his face, his tongue licking its way to my clit and settling in as if he’s not going anywhere, anytime soon. But I will not last long, especially when he adds a single thick finger, then another, sliding them deep and massaging against me until I’m clawing at the sheets, my toes curling as I fight against the powerful orgasm building in my core. A climax I’m powerless to stop.

Within seconds, I’m bucking against his face, his arm clamped across my stomach holding me down as he keeps going, licking and sucking and not letting up for even a heartbeat, despite my pleas, until finally, he’s wrung every last tremor from my body and I’m a quivering puddle.

It takes a minute for me to return from the orbit Mack rocketed me into.

“That was…” I start, trailing off because I can’t find words to describe the way I, for the first time ever, completely lost myself in the moment with a man.

I gaze down at him through lowered lashes and find Mack looking entirely too pleased with himself as he swipes his mouth with the back of his hand but then seems to sober as he plants a kiss on my inner thigh. “You’re the one making my dreams come true, darling.”

My heart hammers in my chest but rather than respond, I reach down and take hold of him, enjoying the way he sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes squeezed shut. I wrap one hand around his hot, throbbing length, my fingers and thumb barely meeting as I stroke from base to tip.

His hips rock, and through clenched teeth, he murmurs, “Sweetheart, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Tell me about it.” I bend, wanting a taste of him, but as if I weigh nothing, Mack lifts me and presses me back, against the mattress.

I frown, but he shakes his head. “I couldn’t take even a kiss from you down there right now.”

Power surges through me at how this giant of a man is coming undone at my touch, and it’s intoxicating.

A flurry of cool air skates across my heated skin and the bed shifts as he rises, digging in the pocket of his jeans for a foil packet.

“I hope you got extra large,” I tease, watching him squeeze the tip and roll the condom down his length.

He chuckles and flashes me a grin. “And here, I thought I was the funny one.”

I lift a shoulder. “I have my moments.”

“Darling,” he says, gazing down at me, his eyes holding mine with an intensity that steals my breath, “You’re a lifetime of moments.”

Oh.

Oh, no.

Surely, he’s just caught up in the moment, right? But I’m still trying to ignore the way my heart pounds at his words when he climbs back over me and presses a kiss to my parted lips, bringing me back to the present. I’m eager to fill the ache throbbing in my core and wriggle against him, my legs wrapped around his ass. But I freeze when I catch sight of the lines of tension on his face, revealing how hard he’s working to hold back.

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