Page 14 of Calling the Shots

“Bad ideas always feel so good, you know?” I trail my fingers over his sculpted pecs, glide my hand down his chest, and rest my index finger at the waistband of his jeans. His eyes flick down and he sucks in a shuddery breath, his stomach caving slightly.

Arms dropping from the wall, he grabs me by the ass and lifts me into the air.

“Mack!” I grip his shoulders tight, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me over to his work bench and sets me down gently.

Hands still resting on my rear and my legs spread wide, he leans in, closing the space between us. His warm breath a whisper on my face, a soft moan falls from my lips as he claims my mouth in a hot, possessive kiss. The kind of kiss that makes your toes curl and your thoughts drift away on a pink cloud of bliss.

The kind of kiss that leaves you panting and breathless.

The kind of kiss that lets you know who’s in charge.

Nothing about Mack is timid.

He’s strong, dominant, powerful.

I’ve never had a man take control like this. Guys my age defer to me and let me take the lead.

Not Mack.

He squeezes my ass and I inch closer to the edge of the bench, trying to get more contact with his tight torso. Wetness soaks my panties as he kneads and massages, caressing my curves. His hand dips beneath my shirt, the calloused pads of his fingers rough on my sensitive skin.

“Mack,” I breathe, his palm on my breast. A ripple of pleasure washes over me as he thumbs the sharp point of my nipple. Pinching the sensitive peak, a bolt zips straight to my clit and I bite down hard on my lip to keep from crying out.

“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, my eyes flickering up to his face. He’s watching me intently, studying my reactions.

“Mm-hmm.” I nod. I’m practically panting. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve been with a man and I’m out of practice. Every nerve in my body’s humming, strung tight and ready to snap.

“What were you saying about bad ideas?” His words vibrate against the column of my neck, chill bumps rising from his warm breath skating over my skin. With the tip of his nose, he nuzzles against me and I shudder. He licks and nips and I swear I might come right there in his garage, fully clothed.

“Um…” Blood whooshes in my ears and I’m hot all over. “That I like bad ideas.”

He sucks my neck and my body’s melting into him.

Buzz.

I ignore my cell vibrating in my pocket, fully transfixed on what Mack’s doing to me.

Buzz.

Damn, another text. Why now?

“Just a sec.” I inch out of his grip and fumble for my cell. Of course it’s my mother.

Cock block.

Mom: Are you coming back?

Mom: We need to talk about the game plan for Hoco

Annoyed as hell, I manage to suppress an eye roll and shove my phone back into my pocket.

“Everything okay?” Mack squints at me like he’s trying to read a playbook.

“Yeah. It’s just my mother, asking if I’m coming back.”

That kills the mood.

Mack steps away, unwinding himself from me. The wild, hooded gaze from moments earlier vanishes and he’s back to the laidback, casual Mack I know.

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