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7
LIAM
Icould not believe I was taking Macy home with me. Well, technically to Quinn’s apartment, but same difference. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. What little bravado I had back in the truck flew right out of me as we climbed the stairs.
C’mon, you can do this. She’s an attractive female, that’s all. Nothing to be afraid of.
I shoved my thrumming nerves down, unlocking the door and flipping on the nearest light.
“You want something to drink?” I asked, tossing the keys onto the side table.
Macy didn’t say a word, just shook her head, taking her coat off and setting it over the arm of the couch. Oh no, I hoped she wouldn’t clam up on me. I hated having to carry the conversation. Thinking about what to say and also worrying about what to do could send me into an awkward tailspin reminiscent of high school.
Turns out, I didn’t need to think too long about what to say or do.
Macy took two steps towards me and the next thing I knew my hands were cupping her face, our noses inches from each other.
“May I kiss you?” I whispered, my lips hovering so close to hers I caught the sweet scent of mint on her breath.
“Yes,” she said, her voice breathy and sexy as hell.
I didn’t hesitate, pressing my mouth to hers, politely at first, feeling her out. She answered back in the best possible way, kissing me softly, her lips just brushing up against mine, a touch light as feathers.
Every muscle in my body tensed, my temperature rising to at least one hundred and three degrees. I could hear the rush of blood pounding in my ears; it sounded like the damn ocean in there, my mind tossing about on the waves of one kiss.
I really needed to get out more.
Macy’s hands found my hips and she moved in closer to me, her chest pressed up against mine. I followed her lead, letting my hands drop down to her waist, pulling her into me. She ran her tongue along my bottom lip, teasing me, daring me to open to her.
I did, and she crashed into me, hard and fast. Her tongue swirled around my mouth, and I was instantly hard.
“Well, hello,” she murmured into my mouth, my cock twitching against her thigh.
My face flushed and she grinned at me. “It’s fine, I like it,” she assured me, her hand gliding over my ass.
Her cheeks glowing with confidence, I was one hundred percent certain I’d never met anyone hotter than Macy in my entire fucking life.
“How far is this going to go? I like to be mentally prepared. And obviously don’t want you to feel any pressure,” I said, staring down into her hazel eyes, her pupils wide and dark.
“Do I seem pressured to you? And did anyone ever tell you - you talk an awful lot?”
She didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, she slowly and methodically began unbuttoning my shirt, yanking it out of my jeans to get to the remaining few buttons. I helped out, shedding my shirt and tossing it to the floor. Running her hand over my chest, her fingers tiptoed across my heated skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I was hard as a rock now, my cock at full mast in my pants.
I wanted to—needed to—see more of her. I had from the moment I laid eyes on her at the bar.
I leaned down, pressing my lips to hers, daring her to open to me. She responded and it was my turn to sweep in, taste her, feel her on my tongue. I moved my hands up her back, skimming the satiny material of her shirt, fisting my hands in her hair.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned into my mouth. Encouraged, I tugged a little harder, then trailed my lips down to the soft, tender skin of her neck. Nipping and sucking, I swirled my tongue in the small divot there and a soft purr escaped her lips, her head back and her eyes closed.
She was exquisite, her skin glowing in the soft light from the lamp, all grace and long lines. With one hand, I palmed the back of her neck, supporting her. With the other, I trailed a finger from her ear, down her neck to her shoulder, following the collar of her shirt, inching down towards her breasts. Barely audible, she inhaled, then held her breath as my hand skimmed over the soft swell beneath her shirt, cupping her. Through the sheer fabric, I felt her nipple rise and harden. I slowly inched the fabric up over her skin and off her body, revealing a low-cut black satin bra the same dark shade as her shirt. Macy bit down on her lower lip and a surge of adrenaline shot through me, every muscle in my body tense and ready.
She bent down, unfastening the buckle of her shoes, kicking them off. Then she unbuttoned her jeans, stepping out of them, until she stood before me in her bra and panties.
“Gorgeous,” I whispered, reaching out to touch her, to verify she was real. The air between us shimmered with electric desire as I pulled her to me, running one hand over her round, firm ass. Heat radiated off her body and I squeezed her cheek. She inhaled sharply, leaning into me, her hands roaming across the planes of my back. I flexed, tightening every muscle as she moved across my shoulders, then down to my ass. She came back around to the front, glancing up at me through lowered lashes, then unbuttoned the top button of my jeans.
Initially hesitant, I nodded, and she kept going, unbuttoning the rest. I slid out of my pants, wearing only my boxer briefs now.
“Very nice,” she murmured, trailing one finger across my chest, down my abs to the waistband of my boxers. She toyed with the elastic, her thumb running up and down the V of my hip bone.
