Page 50 of Call It Home

“Please what?”

“Stop teasing me.”

The soft, low rumble of his laugh vibrated along my already-sensitive skin as his mouth trailed across my stomach, and he dropped to his knees before me. His traveling fingers hooked into my leggings and pulled, taking both the pants and my panties with them until they joined my shirt behind him. He raised my ankle to his shoulder, then moved slowly back up, placing a kiss on my ankle, the back of my knee, my inner thigh, and then…

He stood up.

I gaped up at him. “Mac, if you quit, I swear to god I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

“I’ll finish this myself.”

His eyes narrowed. “No, you won’t. You’re not getting any credit for my work here.”

“Then finish, damn it.”

“You want to come?” he asked with a cocky smirk.

I glared.

“Lie down.”

My breaths grew even shallower as I crawled backward onto my unmade bed, propping myself against my pillows as I watched his eyes dip between my legs.

“You’re soaked for me, aren’t you?”

I didn’t need to answer. It was there for him to see.

He fell to his elbows and held my thighs open as he leaned forward and swiped his tongue over my clit, nearly making me lift off the bed.

“God, Mac. Again,” I demanded.

I fisted my hand in his blond hair as he did it again. And again. I whimpered and arched off the mattress as he gave me what I asked for, then he slid a finger inside and curled it just in the right spot.

It was the match to the powder keg. I exploded, every muscle clenching as I writhed against his mouth. Sparks blurred behind my eyelids as my orgasm overtook me. I was weightless, a feather floating in a current that took me to unimaginable heights before slowly drifting back to reality.

I dragged some extra oxygen into my lungs and forced my eyes open. Mac was watching me with a smug grin.

“Better?”

“Much.”

So much better, yet I wasn’t done. I sat up on my knees and reached for the button on his jeans. He practically popped off the bed when I grazed the hard length of him behind the zipper.

“Hey, that was my job.” I pouted as he disposed of his jeans and underwear, at least until his dick bobbed long and proud once it was released. “Damn.” I reached my hand out to touch him, but he pulled back.

“Don’t move,” he said, as he slipped out of the bedroom, returning seconds later and tossing a condom beside me. His knee pressed into the mattress as he climbed onto the bed again, settling between my legs. “You’re sure about this?”

I nodded eagerly. “Come here, big guy.”

“You talkin’ to me or to my dick?”

I grinned. “Does it matter?” He was impressive either way. I grabbed the condom, but he plucked it from my fingers.

His jaw clenched as he tore it open. “If you touch me, it will all be over before it starts,” he said, his voice gruff and laced with need.

He rolled on the latex, then dragged his length through my wet core, causing me to hiss as he let it rub against my sensitive clit. “A little needy tonight, aren’t you?”

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