Page 67 of Calling the Shots

I thread my fingers through his hair, messing up the perfectly slicked style, freeing the waves.

This is the Mack I know.

More wild, unfettered.

A soft moan falls from my lips as he slides his fingers into me, finds my most sensitive spot. The one that makes me see stars, all buzzy inside.

Gripping his shoulders, I ride his face as he sucks me. Feasting like he’ll never get enough. His tongue flicks at my clit and he grips my hips, holding me tight and forcing me to feel everything. The heat, the pressure. There’s no escaping the waves of pleasure rolling down my spine and I spasm around his fingers.

Legs trembling, I come for him.

After a long moment, I catch my breath.

“I need you.” I moan the words on an exhale, pulling him up off the ground.

Wordlessly, we stumble into the dark bedroom, kissing, my arms wrapped around his strong neck. He reaches around and unclasps my bra, freeing my breasts.

“Fuck, Gracelyn.” His thumb traces the outline of my curves, teasing the nipples into sharp points.

“Get naked.” I work to unbutton his shirt, the pace frantic as I undress him as quickly as possible, the tiny round circles standing between me and more bliss. I want to see him, feel his muscles undulating as he rides me. He drops his pants and boxer briefs, pulls off his socks, while I peel the shirt from his body.

“Much better.” I run my hand up and down his chest, admiring the ridges of his abs, the defined pecs.

“I agree.” His eyes rake over my naked body as he walks me backward to the bed, laying me down gently before climbing on top. “I want to fuck you bare again. Nothing between us tonight.”

I don’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

Pushing a stray hair from my face, Mack locks eyes with me, and it’s as if our very souls connect in this moment. My heart pounds, each beat for him and only him.

He pushes into me, joining us together, skin to skin.

Nothing between us. No space, no air.

We are one, moving together in perfect rhythm.

Heat builds, the friction increasing. Muscles tighten, both of our bodies slick with sweat. Our breathing syncs, rough and ragged as we dance closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” Mack murmurs, his lips soft against my neck.

His words push me over, and I shatter around him.

“Mack—” I grip the cords of muscles in his shoulders, digging into his skin as he pistons harder and faster, going impossibly deeper, exploding inside me.

We move together as long as we can, a horizontal dance only the two of us know. Staying joined as long as possible, drawing out the bliss.

Finally, he lays down next to me, pulling me onto his chest.

Neither of us say anything, struggling to catch our breath. I feather my fingers over his chest as I wrestle with all the swelling emotions.

I love this man.

“Thank you,” I whisper into the dark, so quiet I’m not sure he’ll even hear.

His hand smooths over my back, tracing up and down my spine.

“Thank you, baby.”

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