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She couldn't speak, her voice trapped in a throat that was tight with emotion and desire and fear.
‘If that’s what it takes,’ he said, dropping to his knees in front of her. Annie sucked in a breath. She looked down and found him staring up at her. It was everything she had wanted for ten years. Mac begging for her forgiveness, Macwantingher. The fantasy in her mind had gone back and forth between her rejecting him and Mac pleasuring her until she forgave him. It depended on her mood, and which mood was she in now?
Should she walk away like he had? Did she have it in her to reject him?
For so many years, she had thought she'd fallen in love with Mac and that he had fallen in love with her, but she’d been foolish and young and the whole thing had just been sex.
But she was older now. She knew sex with Mac didn't have to be anything other than that. It wouldn’t mean love, but it didn’t have to. Maybe she could finally get what she wanted from him.
She held his gaze, letting her fingers run through his hair, savoring the deep groan that rumbled through him. She gave a little tug. ‘And how exactly are you going to make it up to me?’ she asked.
A wicked grin crossed his face, his hands lifting to her hips. His fingertips dug into her flesh. ‘I thought I would start by licking you until you scream.’
ChapterTwenty-Five
Then
Annie was in his bed, sweet and soft and naked. Trusting him, making those breathy little sighs.
She was here and he couldn’t believe it.
She was here and he didn't want to let her go.
* * *
Mac was on top of her, surrounding her, his face above her so tender and worried, his forehead crinkled in concern. So, she kissed him and told him it was good.
She liked it.
Keep going.
Keep going.
It was perfect.
She pressed the words into his skin, his shoulder, his chest, his lips. She told him until he believed her.
* * *
It wasn’t like his first time. That time felt like fooling around; this time didn't. This time felt like Annie had split him open, like she held his heart in her hands. It felt like he would gladly give it to her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist gazing up at him with big blue eyes. He didn’t want to hurt her. Ever.
‘You sure?’ he asked her again.
‘Yes,’ she whispered. ‘Yes, keep going.’
She murmured it over and over.Keep goingandyesandit’s goodandshe liked it. And he did. He pushed into her as gently as he could, holding himself back, going slow even though he felt like he might die from the effort.
Her little gasp stopped him in his tracks, but she smiled up at him, pulling him down for another kiss, whispering that she was okay against his mouth.
He hadn’t hurt her. He wouldn’t hurt her.
Ever.
* * *
Mac gasped her name in her hair, against her neck, his body moving with hers. She held on tight, loving the feel of him, firm and hot and strong on top of her. Inside of her.
