Loving Ambush [Erotically Yours 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Leah Brooke

  Mac glanced at her again and shook his head, using the tip of his finger to stroke her clit. “I was jealous. I wanted a chance to see you two together. I had a feeling that finding out that you and I were getting married didn’t sit well with him. He’s the type of man who thinks the grass is always greener.”

  His anger had him rubbing her clit with more force, his jaw clenching as he drove her ruthlessly toward the edge.

  “I wanted him to see that there was no chance of him getting you back and that I would be watching him to make sure he didn’t try.”

  Jasmine spread her legs wider as her orgasm approached, gripping his arm as the sharp tingling began. “Mac, I—”

  Glancing at her, his eyes glittering brilliantly in the low light from the dashboard, he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, sending her over.

  Jasmine jerked in her seat, stunned by the eroticism of coming this way. She bucked against the leather, crying out her pleasure, gripping Mac’s hand tighter as it went on and on.

  Stunned that he’d been able to make her come so easily, she moved against his hand. Her entire body became suffused with warmth, the kind of warmth that came from more than sex.

  Mac slid his finger lower, spreading her juices. “You have no idea what a desirable woman you are, but believe me, tonight I saw a man who’s realizing what he’s missing. I just wanted to make it clear to him that he’s going to have to go through me to get to you.”

  Parting her folds, he pinched her clit again. “Making you realize what a beautiful and desirable woman you are is a double-edged sword. I’m making it clear to you right now that I consider you mine. If you even think about another man, I’m going to turn you over my knee and paddle your ass until you can’t sit for a week.”

  His conversational tone made his threat even more intimidating, but with pleasure still running through her veins, she clenched on the plug in reaction.

  Breathing heavily, Jasmine slumped back against the seat, moaning each time Mac’s finger brushed over her clit.

  Hiding a grin, she slapped at him, fighting to keep the laughter out of her voice. “I don’t cheat—and stop threatening to spank me.”

  Releasing her clit, Mac slid a hand into her dress to cup her breast, his warm caress drawing a moan from her and, with a sigh, she turned toward him. Tugging at her nipple, he smiled in satisfaction. “Don’t act so indignant. When I talked about spanking you before, your pussy clamped down on me and coated my fingers with your juices. I’ve been thinking about having that ass over my lap and warming it good. A few well-placed slaps will heat it nicely, and when that heat spreads to your pussy and clit, you’ll writhe on my lap and shake that ass at me.”

  With a groan, he scraped a hand over his face. “Hell, I’d better stop thinking about it, or I’ll wreck the damned car.”

  He glanced at her, his eyes narrowing when she giggled. “I’m glad you find this so amusing.” He rolled her nipple once again before releasing her. “It’s only fair that you’re aroused and have to wait until we get home before you come again.” He chuckled softly. “I love the way you look when you’re trying to hide the fact that you’re aroused. You’re not fooling me a bit, baby.”

  Biting her lip, Jasmine fought back another surge of lust. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Mac noticed.

  Mac noticed everything.

  With a grin, he turned onto their street. “Just wait to see what I’m going to do to you as soon as we get home.”

  Mac’s words alone would have aroused her.

  It was the look in his eyes, and the tone of his voice, though, that really made her feel desired, and very much a woman—a woman with a man who adored her.

  It was a heady feeling, an irresistible lure that made her fall in love just a little bit more.

  Blinking back tears, she smiled tremulously. “Mac, you always make me feel so special.”

  He seemed surprised at her words, glancing at her warily. He must have seen something on her face because his expression became tender and loving.

  He parked the car, slamming it into gear, and with a flick of his wrist, shut off the engine. He undid his seat belt, and then hers, tossing it aside impatiently before gathering her in his arms and pulling her onto his lap.

  “You are special to me, Jazz. I can’t think of anything I want more than spending the rest of my life with you.”

  Baring her breast, he bent to touch his lips to hers, taking her mouth in a kiss that made her dizzy.

  Her nipple beaded tight against the cold, making the hot palm he placed on it feel even hotter.

  Lifting his head, he cursed under his breath. “I want you, Jazz. Knowing you’re mine only makes me want you more. I won’t ever take your love for granted.”

  Slipping his hand between her thighs, he pushed at the base of the plug, moving it inside her. “I want all of you, Jazz. Always. There are no greener pastures for me.”

  He kissed her lightly, running his tongue over her bottom lip and making it tingle. “I want your sweet caring. I want you to let me give you all that I am.”

  Pulling her closer, he pressed his cheek against hers. “I want to show you a part of myself, a part I’ve never felt comfortable showing to anyone else.” He tugged her closer. “With you, I want so much more.”

  Jasmine fisted her hand on his jacket, cuddling as close to him as she could. The thought that such a compelling and amazing man could want her to share something private with him warmed her from the inside, melting her heart.

  Smiling, she rubbed her cheek against his. “I can’t think of anything I’d like more.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she giggled, then gasped when he stroked her clit again. “Can we go inside, though? I think we’re a little too old to be doing this in a car.”

  Mac lifted his head and grinned. “One day very soon I’m going to show you how wrong you are about that.” He opened his door and stood with her in his arms. “Tonight, though, I’m going to take you like you’ve never been taken before. I’m going to take your ass, and love you in the most intimate way a man can love a woman.”

  Kicking the car door closed behind him, he started toward the front door. “In a soft, comfortable bed where we can take it nice and slow.”

  Grinning, he nuzzled her jaw. “I’m not young anymore either, and I have to think about my damned knees.”

  Chapter Ten

  Jasmine didn’t know how long she could stand Mac’s brand of erotic torture, but thought she would die if he ever stopped.

  Every muscle in her body trembled with delight under the masculine lips and fingertips that explored every inch of her.

  Solid.

  Steady.

  His strength surrounded her—physically and emotionally.

  Even his lightest touch held purpose and confidence.

  He’d carried her into the house, somehow managing to close and lock the door behind him without putting her down, his hold secure as he held her high against his chest. He didn’t set her on her feet until they entered the bedroom, and then only long enough to strip her out of her dress before lowering her to the bed.

  “Don’t you dare move.” His eyes raked over her, lingering on her mound that was now framed by the lacy, black garter belt and black stockings.

  Jasmine couldn’t believe how completely naked she felt with her mound shaved, her seductive lingerie framing it, making her nakedness feel even more pronounced. Feeling naughty and wildly aroused, Jasmine arched on the bed as she watched him undress, each clench of her bottom on the plug making her feel even fuller.

  She couldn’t tear her gaze from Mac as he stripped out of his clothing, once again struck by his handsome ruggedness.

  His eyes narrowed as he removed his shirt and tossed it aside. He’d already started toeing off his shoes as he began unfastening his pants.

  Her breath caught at the sight of his cock, hard and thick, the bead of moisture glistening against the dark head. Knowing that she would soon have that hard
thickness inside her ass, Jasmine shifted restlessly.

  She was about to let the most physical man she’d ever known take her in the most dominant way possible.

  She couldn’t deny her nervousness.

  She didn’t know what it would feel like, and didn’t even know if she would be able to go through with it.

  She did know, however, that whatever happened, Mac would be there for her.

  Mac finished undressing and, bracing himself with a knee on the bed, lifted her leg, his hands sliding slowly from her knee to her ankle. His fingers closed around her shoe and slipped it off, his lips hot on her ankle, and sending currents of electricity up her leg. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

  He removed her other shoe with a little less patience before joining her on the bed, spreading her thighs and making a place for himself between them. His eyes darkened with hunger, his movements becoming more abrupt by the second. “Seeing you this way makes me crazy.” Running his fingers over her mound and through her folds, Mac groaned again, his face tight with sexual tension.

  “You’re wet and your clit is swollen and red and I’ll bet damned ready for attention.”

  Her clit tingled at his words, throbbing with the need for his touch. She’d been too needy all night, and the orgasm he’d given her in the car had only whetted her appetite for more.

  She tried to close her legs against the incredible feeling, her pussy and bottom clenching almost incessantly as need controlled her. Rocking her hips, she moaned in frustration when Mac deftly avoided her attempts to get him to touch her where she needed it most.

  Seeming to understand her need, and struggling with his own, Mac groaned again as he bent over her, his cock brushing against her belly as he touched his lips to hers.

  “I know, baby. I know. I don’t want to touch you there because I don’t want you to come yet. I need you to be crazy with need when I take your ass.”

  Gripping him as he rose slightly, she dug her feet into the mattress as he reached into the drawer beside her for a condom, her heart racing at the sound of his fingers closing over the foil wrapper.

  Hungry, frustrated, and out of her element, her temper snapped.

  “I’ve been aroused all night, damn it. Do something!” Gripping his shoulders, she cried out again at the feel of his warm lips closing over a nipple, her pussy and ass clenching when he sucked the aching tip, his hot tongue drawing it into his mouth. Writhing under him, she began to fight as need clawed at her, the nip of his teeth on her breast only adding to the animalistic frenzy raging inside her.

  Releasing her nipple, he raised his head to stare down at her, his eyes hooded and glittering with need. “I want my mouth on that bare pussy, and it’s killing me not to eat you alive.”

  Jasmine followed him as he sat up, surprised at the raw, primitive whimpers that poured out of her. Her clit pulsed in reaction to his words, almost as if his hot tongue had stroked it. Each movement shifted the plug until the tingling through her ass and clit became almost continuous. As she watched him roll on the condom, the reality of what he was about to do to her hit her hard. “Mac, I can’t stand it anymore, but I don’t know if I can do this. God, the plug feels so big. I don’t know if—”

  Mac urged her to her back and then, overcoming her struggles, rolled her to her stomach. Running a work-roughened hand over her bare bottom with a deliberate caress, he groaned. “Trust me, baby. I wouldn’t hurt you for the world. It’s gonna feel incredible.”

  Pushing her hair aside, Mac nuzzled the back of her neck, zeroing in on a particularly sensitive spot. “For both of us.”

  Even through her trepidation and fierce hunger, she became aware of his attempt to soothe her, when his tone and shaking hands told her he held on to his control by a thread.

  Pressing his cock against her thigh, he scraped his teeth over her shoulder, the primitiveness of the threatening, yet erotic, gesture thrilling her. “Yes, baby. Push that ass up against me. Hmm. So fucking hot.”

  He growled against her ear, pushing his cock against the plug when she lifted her bottom against him. “You’re mine now. All of you. Every sweet, gorgeous, sexy inch of you belongs to me. My cock’s going to feel a hell of a lot hotter than the plug. It’ll feel so good, it’ll probably kill us both.”

  Amused despite her arousal, Jasmine laughed softly, turning her head toward his. She loved the intimacy between them, the tenderness intertwined with his masculine hunger providing a combination so powerfully irresistible that she felt a shift inside her as her bond with Mac came into sharp focus. With a cry of pleasure—a cry of surrender—she cuddled closer, moving against him. The low light of the small lamp on her nightstand increased the sense of intimacy, providing a warm glow over the room just bright enough for her to make out his gorgeous features over her shoulder.

  “You’d better make sure it doesn’t, or we’ll never be able to do this again.” She tried to rub her clit against the soft bedding, but couldn’t get the friction she needed. “I couldn’t bear that.”

  Raising himself slightly, Mac kissed her shoulder while rubbing a hand over her bottom. “We’ll never stop loving.” Leaning on his elbow, he caressed the outer curve of her breast. “I can’t imagine ever getting enough of you. Of this. It’s only going to get better.”

  She sucked in a breath at the feel of the plug moving inside her, crying out when she realized that Mac gripped the base of it and had started to pull it out of her.

  “Mac! Oh, God. Oh, God.” Chills went up and down her spine as the widest part of the plug stretched her puckered opening, making it burn.

  Easing back, Mac spread her thighs wider and lifted her hips. “Easy, Jazz. Damn, honey. Gorgeous. Sexy. I like having you at my mercy. Every fantasy come to life.”

  Jasmine gasped at the thrust of his finger inside her pussy, crying out when he pulled on the plug, creating the most intense sensation in both openings. Throwing her head back, she struggled to keep her hips still, every muscle in her body tightening in reaction.

  Gripping the covers, she took several sharp breaths, each one escaping as a whimper as the awareness became overwhelming. From her clit to her pussy to her bottom, the tingling warmth took over, spreading throughout her body like wildfire. “Mac, it stings. Oh, God.” She couldn’t stop moving on his finger, fucking herself on it with helpless abandon, her cries of pleasure filling the room. “Mac, it feels so good. So good. Please.”

  Shocked at herself, shocked at her own wicked hungers, she thrilled at the connection between them and embraced her eagerness to surrender to Mac’s desires. Burying her face in the pillow, she pressed her lips closed in an effort to hold back her cries, overwhelmed with sensation at Mac’s play in both openings.

  As hard as she tried, she couldn’t stop clenching on the plug and his finger, her hunger for more becoming so sharp that she became aggressive, fighting him for the pleasure she couldn’t live without a moment longer. “You son of a bitch! Take me. Fuck me. I need to come so bad.”

  Surprising herself, she rose up to her knees, kicking at him, only to find herself pushed facedown, flat on her belly.

  Mac moved the plug and his finger, fucking her with both. “Yeah, that’s it. You want it so much you’re willing to do anything to come.” He withdrew his finger from her pussy to press his hand flat on her back, making it impossible for her to escape his attention to her ass.

  Shuddering as he teased her with it, moving it side to side and turning it while easing it out of her, she kicked at him again. “Bastard.”

  Mac chuckled again and withdrew the plug with a speed that left her clenching at emptiness, tossing it aside and covering her body with his. With his face just inches from hers, he nuzzled her lips, nipping at them and making them sting. “Feisty little thing, aren’t you? Remember, baby, I know you, and I want it all. You don’t have to hide from me. I love everything about you.”

  She heard the drawer open again and felt his body stretch above hers as he reached for the lube he k
ept in the nightstand on his side of the bed—the side he’d taken over only a week ago, but that had already become his.

  Closing her eyes, she smiled to herself, finding it amusing that such a small little thing gave her such a huge amount of satisfaction.

  After retrieving it, Mac paused to run his lips over her shoulder. “Every delectable inch. Every whimper. Every cry.” With a soft laugh, he nipped her earlobe. “I especially love taming you.”

  With his lips and hands moving over her, it took a few seconds for his words to penetrate. When they did, Jasmine shrieked in outrage and tried to push him off, but Mac merely laughed and held her close, easily overcoming her.

  “Let’s see how much fight you have left when I take this ass. Damn, baby, I love you. You’ve been teasing me with this ass all night. Time to pay up, Jazz.”

  Her ass clenched again in anticipation, her body trembling even harder when Mac rose again. Fisting her hands tighter in the bedding, she lifted her bottom, unable to stop herself. Nervous about what was to come, she shook with need, unable to fight her own body’s demands.

  Sucking in a breath at the feel of his cold, lubed finger touching her puckered opening, Jasmine whimpered and lifted herself even as she squeezed her bottom hole tight, simultaneously resisting and surrendering.

  The conflict of emotions—fear and hunger—and opposing sensations—chills and heat—smashed through the last of her defenses and sent Jasmine soaring into a world of surrender, a world she embraced even through her unease.

  Rubbing her ass, Mac used his thighs to push her knees wider apart, moaning in approval when she didn’t resist. “That’s it. Okay, honey. Easy. Let me lube you a little more. Yeah. Good girl. I want to make sure you’re nice and slick. That’s it. Okay, baby. Damn, I can’t wait to get inside you. Shh. Easy. I promise I’ll go nice and slow.”