Page 105 of The Gingerbread Bakery
‘Now you,’ she said, and Mac was happy to oblige, quickly pulling off his undershirt and kicking off his dress pants.
‘Keep going,’ Annie said with a smirk, waiting for him to shuck his boxer briefs. He tucked his thumbs in the elastic waistband and held Annie's gaze as he pulled them down, letting his cock spring free. Annie tipped her head to the side like she was assessing the situation. Like she hadn’t seen it up close and personal this morning.
Mac couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Jesus Christ, Annie, did you scare the absolute shit out of every other guy you slept with?’
Annie shrugged. ‘Probably.’
He stepped toward her. ‘Lucky for you, you don't scare me.’
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his and Mac nearly blacked out.
‘You're absolutely fucking gorgeous. You know that, right?’ he whispered against her ear.
‘Thanks for noticing.’
‘I've always noticed.’
His cock pressed against the delicate skin of her stomach and, if she kept kissing his neck like that, he was afraid that little preview might be all she got tonight after all.
‘Get on the bed.’ He didn’t recognize his own voice. Who was this man who made demands like that? But he wanted Annie like nothing he’d ever wanted, and this felt like his last chance. Like if he didn’t convince her tonight, he’d have to give her up forever.
By whatever miracle was working in his favor this weekend, she did get on the bed and the sight of her there nearly killed him. She practically shimmered in the moonlight coming in through his window. She was like a dream.
He crawled on top of her, needing to feel her skin on his, needing to know she wasn't a dream. Not anymore. This time she was real.
He kissed her. Every inch, every gorgeous expanse of skin. He kissed and licked and bit until Annie was squirming underneath him, writhing in his bed sheets.
She kissed him back, her nails scratching tracks on his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
He looked down at her and every memory, every moment, every regret tumbled together. He had loved this woman for most of his life. He’d known her for nearly all of it. And he knew he wanted to be with her for the rest of it.
‘Annie, I…’
‘Don’t,’ she said, like she knew a confession, one last declaration, was coming. ‘We still have half an hour,’ she said, glancing at the clock. It was eleven-thirty. Another half hour and it would be tomorrow, the day she’d promised they would finally talk.
‘I still have thirty minutes,’ she said, giving his shoulder a shove. He laid back on the mattress and let her climb on top of him straddling his waist. She was watching him like she was expecting him to stop her, but nothing could stop this.
‘Condoms are in the bedside table drawer,’ he said, and Annie smiled. She reached over and grabbed one out of the top drawer, tearing the little packet open with her teeth. He hissed as she slid it over his length, her fingers on him an exquisite torture.
She notched his cock at her entrance pausing to look at him with those blue eyes one more time and then she took him one inch at a time. So slowly time stood still until she was fully seated, and Mac’s breath was caught in his throat.
‘Holy shit,’ Annie gasped, leaning forward, her hands braced on his shoulders. He held tight to her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as they both adjusted to the intensity of the moment.
‘Look at me, Annie,’ he said, and she opened her eyes.
They were flipped from the last time they did this. It felt like the entire world had flipped since then, but this thing between them still felt more right than anything Mac had ever felt. And, by the way Annie was looking at him, she felt it too.
Tears had gathered in her eyes, and he reached up to brush them away.
‘Go ahead, darling,’ he said. ‘Fuck me like you hate me.’
Annie shook her head and whispered, ‘But I don't hate you.’
She leaned down and kissed him slow and deep, her hips mimicking the motion and Mac was lost. Lost to the world. Lost to everything exceptthis. Annie had found him again.
They stayed like that for a long time, kissing and rocking with him inside her and her little moans filling the room, fucking like they didn’t hate each other at all. When it all became too much, she picked up the pace, grinding against him, chasing her pleasure.
Her blue-eyed gaze held his as she came, the cries racking her body and his name like a chant from her lips.
