Page 103 of The Gingerbread Bakery
‘This damn dress,’ he growled into her mouth, lifting one of her legs and pushing the dress up over her thigh, wedging himself there. Annie clung to him, her hands fisted in his suit jacket, years of tension and hurt and longing finally surging to the surface.
‘Mac,’ she gasped as he pushed against her, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.
‘I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve wanted you forever,’ he said, sucking the delicate skin of her neck, her ear.
It wasn't until they heard boots crunching in the snow toward them that Annie paused, pressing her hands against Mac's chest.
‘We can’t do this here,’ she hissed. ‘We have to go.’
Mac blinked like he was returning to reality, only now realizing they were in a snowy field between parked cars.
The night sky was cold and dark behind his head.
‘We have to go,’ Annie said again.
He kissed her again one more time, quickly, and when he pulled back his face was lit up like the stars.
‘Yeah, okay, let’s go.’ He went around to the driver side while Annie got in. Luckily, they weren’t blocked in by anyone and were able to maneuver out of the field pretty easily. Annie snuck a peek at him in the driver seat, and he glanced back with a smile.
‘Don’t chicken out now, Annabelle,’ he said, putting a hand on her thigh. He left it there, tracing little circles with his fingers.
‘I’m not chickening out,’ she said as his fingers inched higher.
‘Are you really not wearing panties?’
Annie swallowed hard. ‘I told you I can’t with this dress.’
‘Show me.’
Annie’s heart rate ratcheted up, her pulse quickening, her blood turning molten hot.
‘I can’t. You’ll drive off the road and kill us both.’
Mac let out a low chuckle and Annie wasn't sure how she had resisted him for this long, because right now she felt like she couldn’t wait another second.
‘Okay, then I won’t look.’
Annie made no such promise and watched as Mac pulled up her dress little by little, his fingers tugging up the fabric while his eyes stayed on the road. When the hem was high enough, he slipped his hand under her dress, and she gasped at the sensation of his skin on hers.
That hand traveled up her thigh until it met the crease between her leg and her hip. The place where Mac discovered she was not lying.
‘Jesus, Annie,’ he rumbled ‘Completely bare.’
Annie’s whimper echoed through the car. She didn’t look at Mac's face, couldn't meet his eye, but she kept her focus on his hand. His hand that had now found the apex of her thighs, one finger dipping down to where she was wet and aching. She squirmed in her seat.
‘Spread your legs for me,’ Mac rasped.
And she did. Didn’t even fight about it. Didn’t evenwantto fight about it. It was nice to not have to think about it, to not worry about what the next step should be. She just did it.
And was rewarded with Mac’s fingers on her clit. She grabbed onto his forearm. He pressed harder, his fingers making tight circles, winding her up.
‘I’ve dreamed about this,’ he groaned.
‘You dreamed this exact thing?’ she asked, incredulous even in her pleasure.
‘Annie, I’ve dreamed about having you in every possible way,’ he said, quickening his pace.
Annie’s head dropped back on the seat, her legs beginning to tremble as they made their way down dark back roads to Mac’s house.
