It’s everything inside me that is strange. He won’t see that part, though. “Breathe, Teala,” I whisper.
Locking my car using the fob, I sling my leather bag over my shoulder and head for his front door. Many of the tools and construction equipment that was here the first time I came over, is now gone. I’m able to see how truly beautiful his house is. Macs is leaning against the doorframe when I round the corner. I startle.
“Hi.”
“Hi back,” Macs replies.
He’s shirtless, with a pair of lounge pants riding low on his chiseled, narrow hips. Even with a quick glance I see the outline of his cock hanging against his leg. I don’t let my gaze stray anywhere too long, and when I meet his eyes, he’s still studying me through narrow, hungry eyes.
“That was fast. Did you speed?”
I take a few more steps until I’m standing in the light shining in front of his door. “I never break the law.”
One brow rises in surprise. “I’d like to agree to disagree on that one. I’m pretty sure that body is illegal in every continent.” He runs his gaze up and down my height one more time, but it’s like he’s undressing me with his eyes this time. There’s nothing subtle and he doesn’t care if I know what he’s doing. With his lip still tucked into his mouth he motions for me to come in.
I’m still shaking my head at his bad pick-up line as I brush against him and into his house. It’s clean. Immaculately so. There’s no sawdust scent or unfinished pieces of random projects in sight. He must sense me judging the space because he clears his throat from behind me. I’m startled back into reality.
“You cleaned?”
“You noticed,” he says.
A white candle is burning softly in the corner of the room on a polished wooden table. There’s a shaggy rug beneath his coffee table now and the kitchen is finished.
“Figured if we were making it special, we shouldn’t fuck in a construction site.” There’s laughter in his voice, but I hear the seriousness too.
This means a lot to him. More than he thinks tonight is worth. I’m not even sure the proper level of enthusiasm that should be shown. He stands next to me, and I take his large, hard hand in mine.
“It looks beautiful. You’re right. If it were a construction zone, I’d demand you get out the GoPro and film us for a pay to play porn site. Construction babe gets drilled. Think of the possibilities. The tools,” I say, raising one brow.
When I meet his gaze, I can tell I made the right call by using humor. His shoulders relax and he kisses the top of my head. He calls me some sexual pet name, but I don’t respond in favor of surveying the rest of the space.
“I got most of it finished with Tahoe, but the cleaning was all me,” he explains, puffing out his chest. “Make yourself comfortable. Wine?”
I nod and smile what I think is a reassuring gesture and take a seat on the couch. Suddenly the bow-chicka-wow-wow phase has arrived and I’m uncomfortable. Because this is how all my normal dates start out. There’s nothing different. The wine. The effort. Everything. He just wants into my pants.
“Do you know me?” I blurt out frantically. “Truly know me?”
He picks his gaze up from a shining wine glass to meet my eyes. He’s unsurprised by my line of questioning, like maybe he anticipated my crazy and he’s ready to defuse it.
“Know you in what regard? I’m trying to remedy the only way in which I’m not familiar with you right now.” Macs holds up the wine glass.
“Because I know you’re a SEAL and now I know your real name and that you don’t do relationships. Sure there are other things I know about you, but I don’t know what makes you you.”
Now he looks a little stunned. He swallows a sip of wine and brings me my glass. I drink it down in four large gulps and brush a drip off my chin with the sleeve of my sweater.
“What makes me me?” I ask.
He’s looking at me with wide eyes.
“I know. I’m a little nuts. Get over it.”
“That was a nice bottle of wine. What did you think of it?”
I look down at the empty glass and feel mortified.
“Want another glass?” he asks, dimples popping.
“Please.”
He sets his glass down and returns with another glass and hands it to me. His hand shakes a little as he extends the cup and that ratchets my anxiety to another level. Why is he nervous?
I take a small sip and actually taste the Chardonnay this time. It’s perfect. The finish is fucking perfect. “Oh my God, this is so good. What is it?” I swirl it around in my glass a few times and take another sip. I moan.
He tells me the name and finally I relax back against the sofa.
“Better?” he asks, sipping his own.
He tells me the blend and year and how he has a few other bottles. He says he loves white wine, but feels like he can’t drink it unless he’s with a woman. I tell him white wine isn’t just for chicks, and he tells me it’s akin to a Piña Colada. Another girly drink he loves to imbibe. I’m laughing in no time. And he’s effectively flipped the mood in the room to something more bearable.
He clears his throat and meets my gaze. “You grew up in a family where your mom was everything and then some. Your dad was important until he broke your trust. It’s why you don’t trust yourself enough to trust. You’re trying to keep plants alive, which tells me you’d like to have a pet eventually.” He pauses to gauge my reaction.
I smile, urging him to continue.
“You’re a nice person. It’s why I’m having a hard time with this.” The smile vanishes from his face.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I don’t usually care enough to do any of this. You know that. And, well, I can’t explain it, but whatever is between us is,” he replies, looking at the ceiling and bringing a thick hand through his gorgeous hair.
“This is more,” I say.
Carina is so wise.
His gaze flicks back to mine. It dips to my chest and back up. “Yes. I don’t know what that means. I don’t want to go on my apps. I don’t want to date other women because all I can think about is you. It started off as a challenge and I want you to know that. My intention was to fuck you and forget you, Teala. I never wanted things to get this far. I still don’t even know how we got here,” he says, waving a muscled arm around the room. “You are sitting there like some fucking illusion and I’m sitting here wondering how you got there and I know damn well how you got there.” His voice is loud, angrier than I think it should be.
I understand everything he’s saying.
“I put you there because you deserve to be there.”
“I feel the same way.” Reaching out, I take his hand in mine.
He closes his fist around my fingers, and I flinch.
His eyes are a little frantic as he looks at my hand. “You’re not a fucking illusion. And you mean more than I want you to.”
This is Macs doing emotions. I didn’t even have to ask him. Carina was right about everything. He’s just as fucking scared as I am.
“I’m scared too. I’ve never done this either.” Suddenly the only desire I have is to take my clothes off and give myself to him. The elephant in the room might disappear when we’re both in our element.
He can’t get to me quick enough. Macs takes my head in his hands and presses his lips against mine. His grip is firm on my head and he tilts my head back. Peeling the sweater off my shoulders, he kisses every inch of exposed skin on each arm as he goes. “I want you so bad. I can’t believe I finally get to call you mine,” he growls before placing a wet kiss on my collarbone.
When my sweater hits the floor, I stand and push him back into a seated position and straddle him. His eyes are wide in surprise and excitement.
“I’ve been yours,” I correct him.
His cock flexes against my core once and then again.
“I’ve been yours,” I say again just to see if I can get the same reaction twice.
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br /> The smile he responds with is the most earth-shattering, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I kiss him passionately. It’s madness and depravity. His lips slant against mine like they were made to mold against my mouth. His teeth pull my lip anytime I moan out in pleasure.
“Are we taking this into the bedroom?” I ask. My breaths are frantic and I couldn’t control them if I tried. This is beyond cardio. This is my heart hammering out a furious pace in warning.
With both hands under my bottom, he picks me up and carries me down the hallway and into his dimly lit bedroom. Our kiss stays fierce and tangled as he walks and I don’t even wonder if he’ll drop me. He’s multitasking like a boss and I’m sure if I asked he’d be able to carry out a few other tasks at the same time. Grinning against his mouth, I tell him how hot he’s making me.
He pulls away when we’re at the foot of his bed. One glance and I’m certain his space looks exactly the same as it did before. There’s not a thing out of place. The big pieces of luggage are gone. There is another candle burning on a low dresser that draws my eye.
“I wanted it to smell nice,” he explains. He inhales against my neck. “I didn’t realize you’d smell so delicious on your own.”
I need to ask Charlotte the name of that perfume. Mental note made.
“I would’ve fucked you even if it smelled like sawdust. That was kind of hot, too,” I say, then bite his lip and tease it with my tongue.
Macs’ eyes flutter closed. His eyelashes are thick and fan against the top of his cheeks. This man is so fucking exquisite I know I’ll never tire of looking at him. His hands squeeze my ass a little harder as he lowers my body down his stomach and then presses me against his erection.
He’s hard. He’s ready. Our kiss ends abruptly when he sets me on the edge of his bed and backs up a step or two. He’s watching me, and I know exactly what he wants. This is familiar territory. I strip out of my shirt and bra and stand to peel my pants and thong off. I turn around and bend over the bed to give him a perfect view of what he finally gets to take for his own. I look over my shoulder and he’s staying put. Maybe he wants me to dance. I sway a little bit, creating a song in my head.
“My entire bed smelled like you. Even after I washed everything twice,” he says, voice gruff.
“Did you like that?”
“No,” he replies.
I turn to face him then. “Oh?”
“I woke with a hard-on in the middle of the night thinking you were in bed with me. I had to jerk it out to get back to sleep. Everything about you makes me hungry for more. To answer honestly, yes, I did like it. More than I should.”
At his remark, I make a show of crawling on his bed and with my knees spread I sit down on the top of his comforter. When I rise up, it leaves a wet smudge.
He’s watching me, with a side grin now.
“Oops. Looks like I got a little me on your bed.” I put my hand over my mouth and widen my eyes.
Macs moves then. Straight for me.
Chapter Sixteen
Macs
She’s kneeling in the middle of my bed, bare but for a wide smile. I’ve dreamed about this moment on repeat and now that it’s here, I want to savor it. Teala separates her knees and slides down so her pussy rubs my bed. I have to remind myself to take breaths.
She leans up. “Oops. Looks like I got a little me on your bed.” She covers her mouth with a delicate hand.
My dick is unbearably hard and she’s extraordinarily beautiful and like a heat seeking missile. I decide to take what’s mine regardless of cost. Costs don’t matter when you’re out of control and starving.
I’m on top of her in less than a second. She’s laughing and she smells like sex and perfume and shampoo, and I’m delirious with want, lust, and fuck if I know what else. My mind is twisted and foggy with anything else except what I want.
“I can’t wait to know you,” I growl into her ear.
She responds by pulling my head in for a kiss and pushing my weight on top of her. Her mouth is frantic, a plea for more. A decadent cry for everything.
“Know me well. Know me real good,” she says.
I roll off her because I need to touch her. Trailing my fingertips from the tip of her chin down her neck, across her breasts and down her stomach, she writhes beneath the sensation, her abs flexing and releasing as she tenses. Her eyes are closed, her face soft, her body pliant—fully in my control. In past experiences I’ve noticed some of the women I’ve been with have been shy or uneasy at my forward approach. Teala takes my approach and turns it on its head. Her body is a familiar instrument and I know exactly where to touch and what to do to get a response. We’ve practiced. I know her. This has a multitude of benefits.
My hand drifts between her thighs, and she opens her knees wider to give me access. She’s already soaking wet and my finger slips before I make the decision to dive in.
“Like before?” she says.
“Yes. I’ll do it the same way,” I reply, leaning over to suck one of her nipples in my mouth.
Teala laughs, a throaty, turned on noise that ricochets directly to my cock.
“Although I’m not sure how long I can pretend I don’t want to be inside you instead.”
Teala brings my hand up to her mouth and licks the finger that was just inside her. “I’m ready. Let’s get you ready.”
Thank God for fast miracles. She warms up in seconds. There’s no time spent making sure she’s comfortable and wet. I’d make a wager she was dripping for me the second she walked through the door. It’s not even because of me—I don’t give myself that much credit—it’s because she hasn’t been fucked in weeks and she’s wild for it.
She pushes my hand away and rolls toward me, then mounts my stomach when I’m flat on my back. I keep my hands on her. She might think she’s in control, but I want my presence known. Then she begins her slow descent licking, tasting, kissing a trail down to my boxer briefs. When she gets there, she doesn’t hesitate. With her narrowed eyes on mine, she removes them and lets them fall to the floor.
“He looks ready,” she exclaims, raising one brow.
I nod furiously. “Understatement of the year,” I deadpan.
It sounds desperate. She doesn’t notice. She smiles and takes me into her mouth like she owns my motherfucking dick. I hiss out a breath and try to think about my grandma on a cold wet day. It doesn’t work. I don’t think that ever works, but I put my hand on her head and try not to think about how wet and warm her mouth is. I look down when she slides slowly up my shaft and sucks the tip lightly. She’s whale eyeing me. Fuck.
“You keep looking at me like that I’m going to come down your throat instead of on your tits. How do you want it?”
She watches me as she slides my dick all the way down her throat one more time.
“Fuck,” I growl.
Teala finally relents and comes away. She keeps my shaft in her hand. “I like doggy style, but I want everything. All of it. Give it to me in every single way. We have lost time to make up for,” she says, eyes burning a hole in my willpower.
Leaning up to the sitting position, I grab her by the waist and pull her back on top of me. The rush of skin on skin sets my teeth on edge. I lean over to my nightstand and pull a condom out of the box in the drawer. The wise and practical part of my brain applauds this decision, while the rest of my fucking body is saying, “Plunge into her and spray your fucking come into every orifice of her body.” Congrats, wise section of brain. You win. Tennis claps for you.
Teala takes over, rolling the condom down my dick, and I watch her hands work with a stomach roiling in anticipation. The scent of the latex switches me into a mode so carnal and barbaric I won’t come back until it’s over—until she’s sated, and my hot load is dripping somewhere on her perfect fucking body.
“I’m going to ride you first. I need to get used to you,” Teala explains, gripping the base of my shaft.
I merely nod because talking would require too many brain
cells than I have available at the moment.
She shimmies up my body on her knees one at a time until her pussy is close enough for me to touch. I stroke her and my fingers glide around in her wetness with ease. I sigh and close my eyes for a moment or two, reveling in her tightness. It’s finally fucking happening. She sighs, and I meet her gaze. There’s a crinkle between her brows that usually isn’t there.
“What’s wrong?” Panic sets in. This isn’t a face you want to see when the condom is on.
“Will you want me after?” she asks.
Leaning over, she kisses my mouth—her lips cool and wet—trying to distract me from her asinine question. I don’t close my eyes, though. I keep them open to watch her, to examine her every move. Her body language tells me the answer to my question is important to her.
“You’re irrational.” I smile against her lips.
Throughout this exchange I haven’t stopped circling her clit with two fingers. Teala is grinding her hips against my hand and she’s still capable of trying to have a serious conversation. I’m not doing something right. I work harder to make every nerve ending stand on end. She opens her eyes.
“Of course I’ll want you after,” I tell her. “Sex won’t change anything.”
She seems to accept my answer as truth, because for once, it is.
The vulnerability in her expression forces the alpha to the surface. “Now sit down on my cock before I go fucking crazy.”
She smiles and moans when I move my hand away from where she wants it. Finally, she obeys me in something. She’s sinking down slowly, and my eyes roll back in my head. I let out a loud groan. I have nothing to compare it to, but I think when you first enter a woman, the pleasure is so overpowering it’s like a drug hitting your system and morphing your sense of awareness completely. Her pussy is tight and it grips me as she inches herself down, slowly.
My hands are on her hips, firmly. I’m letting her do the work because I’m trying to be a gentleman, but she only has a few more seconds before I take over. She knows it. She’s watching my face, anticipation twisting her features. Teala bites her lip in this beautiful fucking porno style move and takes my dick all the way in.
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