Mac saw the wild hunger in her blue eyes. He quickly eased out of his jeans, boxer shorts and socks. All that was left between them were her cotton panties, and when he grasped the elastic, she groaned and tipped her head back.
Smiling, Mac eased off the lingerie and ran his tongue across her abdomen. He then trailed a series of hot, lingering kisses downward until he could inhale the sweetness of the core of her femininity. He placed another exploratory kiss at the apex of her thighs, and a cry tore from her lips.
As he slowly coaxed her thighs apart, he used his tongue not only to taste her but to revere the sacred feminine in a way that would send pleasurable shocks through her body. He had to let her know just how much he worshipped her.
A groan rippled from Kathy’s throat. Her body bowed, her back arching as his mouth wreaked havoc on her composure. Gripping his shoulders, she rasped, “Enough! Come here!” She hauled Mac toward her. He smiled knowingly and allowed her to pull him down on top of her.
“Had enough?” he growled, burying his fingers in her tangled blond hair. “Convinced yet that I love you?” He gave her a wicked look.
“You’ve done more than convince me! You’re driving me crazy! Come here. I need you, Mac. All of you!” Kathy arched assertively, to meet and find his warm male hardness waiting for her.
It was so easy to thrust forward into her hot, wet body. Her strong thighs wrapped around his legs, and Mac’s lips pulled away from his clenched teeth as she waged a new assault on him. Her mouth was hungry and bold as she kissed him. She used her hands to pin his hips against her as she moved with strong, sinuous undulations. It was his undoing.
Their mouths were wet as they clung together. Kathy moaned and felt the pressure in her body building and building as he thrust powerfully against her. She met each thrust with her own. Oh yes! She heard him groaning, a bull ready to charge recklessly ahead. With the taste of his sweat on her lips, the scent of his masculine fragrance saturating her flaring nostrils, she dug her fingers into his biceps. At that moment, Kathy felt her inner core explode in a white-hot heat that sent out tidal waves of pleasure within her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she froze against his hard, sweaty body. She pressed her cheek against his sandpapery jaw, her lips parted in a soundless scream of incredible gratification.
Feeling her grow taut, her body flexing beneath him, Mac knew she was reaching her climax. He felt her tremble as if an earthquake were rushing through her. Yes! This was it! Thrusting deeply into her, he gripped her hip and held her in a position that he knew would accentuate and prolong the pleasure of her orgasm. And then his control snapped.
With a growl, Mac took her hard and relentlessly. Her body was soft, accommodating and glowing with her ecstasy. Within seconds, Mac felt his own explosive release. Groaning, he held her hard, burying his face in her tangled curls, his breath coming in savage bursts as the world went spinning.
To Mac, there was no greater communion than this—being with a woman who loved him, who shared her sacredness with him. A woman who allowed him to be within her, to participate in her dark inner mystery. Submerged within the white-hot pleasure flowing through him, all Mac could do was hold Kathy, his breath raspy as he strained against her. She held him in turn, strong and steady and loving. Moments spun into an eternity of light, starbursts of color and scalding satisfaction.
When it was over, he rolled to his side and brought her against him, pulling up the wool blanket to protect them from the cool wind.
Cradling her head on his arm, Mac gazed down at Kathy. He felt a fierce kind of love he’d never felt before as he gently pushed the damp strands of her blond hair off her brow. And when she lifted those thick, long blond lashes, her blue eyes dazed with pleasure, he felt stronger as a man than he ever had before. His gaze moved to her lips, slightly pouty from his ravishment, wet and gleaming, still beckoning.
“What we have is one of a kind, bright angel,” Mac began, his voice gravelly as he brushed her flushed cheek with his fingers. He trailed his hand down her slender neck and cupped her breast.
“Mmm,” Kathy whispered. “I’m so weak, Mac. Weaker than a kitten. That was something else….” Blissfully she looked up and met his stormy gray eyes.
“It was us. We’re good together, Kathy. I knew we would be.” Mac brought her fully against him, their damp bodies clinging. He slid his hand around her hip and held her close. Her head came to rest on his shoulder, her face pressed against the column of his neck. Nothing had ever felt more right to Mac than this precious instant in time.
“I love you, Kathy Trayhern. I’ll live loving you and I’ll die loving you.” He pressed a kiss against her temple, her hair tickling his face. “I’m not afraid to love you a hundred and ten percent. You’re my life.”
His words were like raindrops in the parched desert of her heart. She smiled as she nuzzled him, kissing his throat and feeling the powerful pulse of blood through it.
“You’ve convinced me, darling.”
Mac stayed very still. “Do you mean that, Kathy? Do we have a chance for a life together, no matter what it throws at us?”
Lifting her head, she met and drowned in his gaze. “I mean every word of it, Mac. I’ve never been so thoroughly loved, one inch at a time….” Her mouth stretched into a smile of wonderment as she searched his eyes.
“We’ve got more than three weeks here together,” Mac whispered, cupping her face and holding her gaze. “Let’s use this time to seal what we have. Let’s use it to really explore one another, to get to know one another like we should.”
Nodding, she turned her head and kissed his palm. “I’d like that, Mac.” Kathy saw relief flood his face. “I love you, too. I was just afraid to admit it.”
A self-satisfied smile curved his well-shaped mouth. “Really?”
“Yeah, really, flyboy.” Laughing briefly, she said, “You don’t know how many nights I tossed and turned, thinking about you.”
“It’s good to know that I wasn’t the only one losing sleep,” he teased.
Giggling, Kathy gave him a fierce hug and kissed him deeply. As she eased away from his mouth and met his eyes again she said, “But remember, I thought you were a drug dealer, and there was no way I was going to fall for you no matter how attracted I was to you.”
Preening a little, Mac said, “You were attracted to me all along? I thought so!”
“You’re easy on the eyes, darling.” She slid her hand over his shoulder and arm. “I had one helluva time trying not to think about your mouth, how you would kiss and whether I’d like it or not.”
“Did you?”
“And if I tell you the truth will it go to your swelled head, flight jock?”
Chuckling, Mac said, “Oh, probably.” He leaned over and brushed her smiling lips with his. “You’re easy on the eyes all the time, dressed or undressed.” He smiled into her shining gaze which was filled with love—for him. It was a euphoric and freeing discovery for him. Kathy was not going to let her fear stop her from reaching out and having a relationship with him. It couldn’t get any better than this.
“I thought I saw a lascivious glint in your eyes every time you looked at me!” Kathy accused, laughing. She enjoyed his maleness, his strength and his gentleness.
Above them, the sky was darkening, and the temperature dropping even more. She shivered and shifted closer to him.
“Trust me, every time I saw you at the villa I had plenty of thoughts about what I’d do to you if I could get you off by ourselves somewhere.”
“You had your chance when we were in Cuzco,” she taunted with a laugh.
“Yes, and I damn near blew it after kissing you. I tried to resist you, Kathy, but I just couldn’t. I didn’t really want to, but I knew it could lead to my being discovered, my cover being blown.” Mac gave her a devilish look. “And when you went after me, chased me, well, I couldn’t say no.”
“Nor did you want to!” she accused, ruffling his dark hair.
“Did you kiss me there bec
ause you’d blown your cover?” Mac had always wondered that.
The first snowflakes were twirling down around them. It was time to leave their place of love. Getting up, he tossed her clothes to her.
Kathy caught them and smiled. She stood up with his help, her knees still a little weak from his wonderful lovemaking. “Yes and no. I was afraid you’d seen through me. There was a part of me that panicked, Mac, and yet my dumb heart kept screaming at me to go ahead and trust you.” Pulling on her jeans, she slipped the camisole over her head and then took the proffered blouse from Mac.
Buttoning his jeans, he looked at her. “So your trust in me won out? That’s why you kissed me in Cuzco?”
Nodding, Kathy put on her jacket, then sat down and pulled on her socks. She’d keep these socks under glass forever when she got home. “Yes, I caved in. I fought my attraction to you for so long, Mac. I didn’t want to fall in love with a drug dealer.” She looked up with a twisted grin. “No matter how easy you were on my eyes, or how badly I wanted you.”
Mac quickly pulled on his own socks and boots. The snow was thickening. All around them, the forest had quieted, except for the happy gurgle of the river nearby. “I’m glad you didn’t resist me, sweetheart.” He stood up and held out his hand to Kathy, who had just finished tying her boots. “Come on, let’s pack up and go home.”
Kathy gripped it and straightened, then released his hand even though she didn’t want to. Her body glowed with such pleasure even now that just looking at Mac, stalwart, strong and so devastatingly handsome, made her hungry for him all over again.
“I have an idea,” she murmured.
“I’m listening.” He saw the devilry in Kathy’s eyes.
“I’m going home with you, to your condo. You got a problem with that? I’m not done with what we started here. I want more. A lot more.”
Grinning broadly, Mac picked up the blanket and, between them, they quickly folded it up. “Fine with me. But is your father going to fire me before he hires me if his daughter is warming my bed?”
Clasping the blanket against her body, Kathy hesitated. “You’re going to work for Perseus? You’ve decided?” She searched his face ruthlessly, her heart beating hard.
Looking around, Mac drawled, “A man would be crazy to go undercover when he could have all of this.”
“What about us?”
“And us, too.”
She knew Mac was teasing her. “And you’re taking the job because…”
“Because of you and me,” Mac told her seriously. He walked over and gripped her shoulders, his voice rough. “I told you before, Kathy, you’re my life. I knew it the moment I saw you at the villa, and I know it now. Nothing’s changed for me. What had to change was your belief in us having a chance.” He squeezed her arms gently. “And I think I just convinced you of that. Didn’t I?”
Matching his grin, Kathy said, “Yeah, you did.”
“Are you sorry?” Mac studied her clear blue eyes, which were regarding him with such love and desire. He never wanted to read Kathy wrong. Oh, he knew he would. It was a matter of getting to know her, learning her expressions, her voice and her body language. But right now Mac knew how tentative their relationship was, how fragile, and he didn’t want to do anything to undermine it.
Licking her lower lip, Kathy said huskily, “Sorry? No way, dude. When I commit, it’s forever. I’m not a halfway kind of woman, as you’ll find out.”
Relief flowed through Mac’s heart. Kathy was a treasure—and she was his. “So am I, bright angel. We’ve found each other, now let’s find ways to keep what we have. I know we can…forever….”
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ENEMY MINE
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