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I was going to owe my brother for this one and I didn’t even care. I’d give him everything in my possession for being the reason I had managed to wind up in Faith’s room.
“Kiss me again,” she murmured, running the tip of her forefinger across my bottom lip.
I’d do anything she asked.
Faith
MacKay smiled. He kissed first one corner of my mouth, then the other. The tenderness of it made me sigh, relaxing my shoulders just slightly. Listening to all his tossing and turning had kept me awake, tense, desperately wanting him even after I’d said I wouldn’t do this. I should care that I’d caved, I should be stronger, but he took my lips with his in a slow, sensual, devastating kiss and all that mattered was right here, right now.
His hands slid into my hair and massaged the nape of my neck, while his tongue teased over mine. He kissed like there was no urgency, no plan, no destination.
I suppose there wasn’t a plan. No destination.
There hadn’t been since the first moment we’d collided together in a cool, wet kiss in Cash’s pond.
He pulled back to stare at me, his eyes mesmerizing. Reaching out he threaded his fingers through mine and raised our joined hands above my head. It felt dominating, in a safe, sexy way. I gave a little gasp of pleasure and encouragement.
“If we’re trying to fall asleep, instead of sheep, what should we count?” he asked, giving me the briefest and gentle kiss.
His free hand was on my thigh, making me very aware of the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties. It seemed like he was inching higher and higher, ever so teasingly slow. He shifted my T-shirt hem upward, but didn’t touch between my thighs. His hand rested, heavy, on my hip.
A deep ache settled into my pussy and I shifted a little, trying to encourage him to touch me there. To glide over my clit and ease into my needy body.
“I don’t know,” I murmured. “It’s your idea. You tell me.”
“The number of times you come? Or the number of positions I’m going to put you in?”
I shivered a little. The sheets were cool, but my skin felt flushed, feverish. MacKay sounded rougher than he usually did. Like the hours of frustration had resulted in him unleashing more of the beast than I’d seen previously.
I didn’t mind. If anything, I found it hot.
“Both,” I whispered.
He took my other hand and pinned it over my head as he rolled on top of me.
The sharp motion had me sucking in my breath, my nipples hardening. His body was so big, strong, and I felt crowded in the best way possible. I wanted to touch his chest, but he had my hands locked beneath his.
Slowly, steadily, under the sheet, he eased up the bottom of my T-shirt with his other hand. Inch by agonizing inch he bared my body to his touch, his rough skin sliding along mine. The room was quiet except for the rustling of the comforter and the shifting of my shirt. Finally, after what felt like ions, my chest was exposed.
MacKay pulled back, rolling slightly to the side so he could study me. His gaze rolled over me so long, I felt heat burn in my cheeks. He was taking in every inch of me, from the roots of my hair to my thighs, lingering on my chest, on my pussy.
He bent over and drew a nipple into his mouth, teasing at the tip with his tongue. My response was immediate, a low groan drawing from my lips without thought or warning, my back arching up to meet his touch. He took his time, driving me crazy with first one breast, then the other, until deep in my body I felt the stirring, the driving need for completion. For endless minutes he focused all his attention on my nipples, until desire had me starting to roll my hips, questing.
Finally he shifted, kissing down my abdomen and I tensed in anticipation, knowing what he could do with that tongue, wanting him to do it again. But he only gave me a brief teasing lick over my clitoris before reemerging.
I gave a cry of disappointment.
MacKay smiled up at me over the display of my body. “What’s wrong, Faith?”
“You’re a tease,” I murmured.
“And you’re impatient.”
“I never said I wasn’t.”
“How can I argue with such honesty?”
“Are we arguing?” I asked.
