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She pulls me into a soft and lingering kiss that is so gentle and meaningful that any defenses I may have had crumble away under the avalanche of emotions that run through me. If I had any doubt that Mackenzie felt about me the way I’m feeling about her they are instantly vanquished.

Cupping the back of her head and being careful of her leg I deepen the kiss trying to express to her that same exact notion, that I’m in this with her. Her body reacts to my touch, pressing against me, and my hand slides down to her hip, grabbing the flesh as I grind my aching cock against her. The sparks radiating at every point our bodies touch start to spread fire in my veins.

She takes my hand and guides it to the junction of her thighs, and I find her bare with nothing on but my T-shirt. My fingers find her saturated and she rocks slowly into my hand, groaning softly as her kisses find their way to my throat. My hard-on strains, even more, when her fingers stroke my length with a feather-light touch that leaves me throbbing for more.

“What about your leg?” I ask softly, not wanting to make a single move that would hurt her.

“What leg?” she asks, shaking her head with a sexy grin before pulling me back into a kiss.

Spurred on, I move to carefully settle on top of her, I entwine both of our hands, pressing them into the mattress to keep her from pushing me over the edge too soon. I want to simmer in this euphoria as long as possible. Pulling her T-shirt up with my teeth, and exposing her breasts, I devote time to tantalizing eachnipple, possessing them with searing sweeps of my mouth. Her pelvis lifts, searching for a glimpse of friction with every flick of my tongue.

I follow the path of her tattoos, drawing heated kisses along the outline of the roses etched into her side, tracing possessive lines with my teeth on the shadows of the dragon on her hip. And sketching my own portrait with a brush of my lips on her inner thigh, reveling in the quivering of her muscles as she spreads herself for me. Her fingers cling to mine, trembling along with her body as my mouth plants lingering swirls on her already swollen sex.

As I tease and graze her most sensitive spot, she rips her hands from mine, threads her fingers in my hair, and pulls me up to face her. Her hooded eyes are blazing as she says, “Inside me. I want you inside me this time. Now.”

I search her face, making sure this isn’t a dream. And by the lustful glint in her eyes, I see that we’re both of the same mind. Covering her mouth with mine, I press my erection against her communicating my agreement.

But I want to take my time. I want this to be special. I want this to last.

The intensity of the kiss leaves me breathless as the exquisite sensation of our connection brings every nerve ending into indescribable awareness. The thundering of my pulse and the heating of my blood is divine torture.

Mackenzie nudges into me, her nails clutching my shoulders almost painfully, with a desperation so feverish I can’t deny her any longer. I drag myself away only momentarily to grab a condom, and once it’s in place I retrace my steps along the dragon, and the roses, across her breasts, along her collarbone, and to her throat beneath her ear.

Once I reach the area of her neck that I know drives her crazy, I center myself and sink into her with excruciatingslowness, savoring the melting of our bodies together. The sweet groan Mackenzie exhales as I delve into her echoes in my veins. Thrusting deliberately and steadily I raise myself to gaze into her stunning eyes, the intensity between us building with every breath.

When I start to feel weightless, and her muscles start to tense around me, I fight with myself not to speed up, not to be aggressive. Instead, I concentrate on her reactions with each movement. Bearing down as she sinks her teeth into my shoulder, her walls shuddering around me, I allow myself to surge in, anchoring myself as I pulsate and throb inside her. The cresting of pleasure is nearly overwhelming.

I collapse on her chest carefully, her accelerated heartbeat loud beneath my ear. I don’t think I’ve ever had a stronger orgasm in my life. I can still feel it like a quake rumbling over my entire body. It’s magical.

She traces lazy circles on the sweat-dampened skin of my back as we lay still, neither of us saying a word. Probably too dumbfounded to think of any. At least, I am. I don’t know that I’ll ever recover from this.

“Thank you,” she whispers into my hair, echoing my sentiment from earlier back to me, and my heart clenches.

I don’t have words to respond. Even if I did, I don’t have a voice to convey them. I’m floating and sinking at the same time, being pulled in all directions simultaneously.

Being torn apart.

twenty-three

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Electricity

Mackenzie

Lost in the delirious afterglow, I trail lazy fingers down Ian’s spine as he struggles not to flinch or react, failing miserably. The golden firelight paints shifting shadows across his features, displaying his satisfaction. Outside, the snow continues falling as we hover in our private little world.

I must touch a particularly sensitive spot as Ian jerks in response, and I muffle a giggle into his hair. “Now who’s ticklish?”

“Not ticklish, just sensitive,” he protests with a chuckle, kissing my neck.

I muffle a giggle into his hair and inhale contentedly when suddenly every light explodes on, appliances whirring to life, and a radio playing loudly in the other room. We jolt upright in surprise.

“What fresh hell?” Ian scowls adorably, squinting at the brightness of the room. “What idiot left all the lights on? Wait, don’t answer that…”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Bloody hell, the power’s back.” Ian tosses the covers aside, announcing the obvious as he hurriedly steps into his boxers. I have to bite my tongue before I can make a sarcastic reply.

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