“You’re beautiful,” he whispered before lowering his head and claiming her lips in a soft, tease of a kiss. He brushed his mouth across hers once, twice, and then licked the corners before opening up and tasting what she offered so freely.
He kissed her in a slow, sensual way, and when he dragged his mouth from hers, she moaned, nearly sending him over the edge.
But it was too soon.
A wicked smile tugged on his mouth as he carefully pulled away from her. With Lily’s eyes on him, Mackenzie slowly undid the buttons of his dress shirt, tugging the hem out of his pants before slipping it off and tossing it onto the dock.
“What are you…?” She licked her lips nervously and glanced around.
Mac had his shoes and socks off and then went for his belt.
She licked her lips again.
The belt landed on top of his shoes.
She moved slightly. Maybe she moaned.
He stepped out of his pants.
When his hands went to the waistband of his boxers, she shook her head.
“Mackenzie, what the hell are you doing?”
He tugged on them. “What does it look like?”
“But—” She licked her lips again and damn if Godzilla didn’t tighten even more. “Anyone can see…”
Mac pinned her with a heated look. “Boston, there’s no one out here but us.” He yanked his boxers down and strode toward her, grinning wickedly as she gasped.
He loved the way her eyes rolled over his body, and he knew that she liked what she saw. He loved the way she swallowed hard, the way her breathing hitched at the back of her throat. Jesus, the way her nipples poked through the ice-blue dress and that damn sexy sound she made again.
He bent down and kissed her, a soft, gentle swirl of lips and tongue, before he moved to the pulse that beat erratically at the base of her neck. He suckled her there—hard—and held onto her as she swayed in his grasp.
When she began to squirm against him, he broke away and took a step backward.
“You coming in?”
“What?” She sounded breathless.
Mac turned and walked to the end of the dock and gazed at the lake. It was as smooth as glass with only a few ripples as it lapped up against the shore in gentle waves. In the distance, he saw a few lights from boats still on the water, but the shore was pretty much in darkness.
It felt as if they were the only two people in the world. He kinda liked that thought.
“Mackenzie! You’re crazy.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “Haven’t you ever gone skinny-dipping?”
She shook her head no.
“Well, darlin’, you don’t know what you’re missing.”
With one more hot look over his shoulder, he turned and dove into the water.
Chapter 17
Lily stared at the end of the dock in shock.
She had no idea what the hell was going on. The dance had been incredible, and her blood still buzzed with unrelenting sexual frustration.
And his striptease? Good Lord, she was pretty sure she’d had a little mini-orgasm just watching him, but this? What the hell was this all about? It was not the seduction she’d been expecting, and yet her cells were electrified. It felt as if every pleasure point in her body was on fire.
The ache between her legs was so intense that she shifted slightly, rubbing her thighs together in an effort to alleviate it, and fought the urge to press her palm against herself.
She whimpered.
The night was dark, but the beam of light from the door to the boathouse spread out enough that she could see Mac’s head above the water.
“Come here, Boston.”
He wasn’t asking—he was telling. But something about the tone of his voice told her that he wasn’t as in control as he wanted her to think.
She walked about midway down the dock and paused as Mackenzie slowly moved toward her, his look predatory as he stood up, the water lapping to just below his chest.
His hair was slicked back, his eyes dark and mysterious, and his chest…good Lord, the man looked as if he was carved from granite.
The tattoo on his left bicep drew her eye. “What does that mean?” A diversion for sure, but she was trying to calm the hell down.
Mac followed her gaze, and when he looked up at her again, he grinned wickedly. “Take your clothes off and I’ll tell you.”
She considered him for a moment, liking this game. “You think that I won’t do it?”
His grin widened. “I think that you’re afraid of the water.” He glanced down and raised an eyebrow wicked. “Or of what’s in it.”
An image of his cock jutting straight out from his body crossed her mind and again she shifted. It felt as if she was coming apart, and they hadn’t done anything but flirt and dance.
Lily glanced around once more. Mac had said no one was around, but she’d never been to the cottage before and the thought of anyone watching her…
“Pussy,” he said softly.
“Pussy?” she asked.
“You like scaredy-cat better? I kinda prefer pussy myself.” He paused, his voice low and reassuring. “There’s no one out here but us, Boston. Trust me.”
A few moments passed as she stared out at him in the dark, and she felt her inhibitions falling away, slipping from her skin until there was nothing left for it but to join him.
With a toss of her hair, Lily strode forward until she stopped in the beam of light thrown from the boathouse. She glanced down, eyes on Mackenzie as she reached for the thin straps of her gown.
Carefully, she tugged one and then the other off her shoulders, and with his eyes settled firmly on her, she pulled them down until her breasts were exposed. Her nipples, puckered from desire, were sensitive, and she hissed as the material slipped across them.
“Jesus,” Mac whispered, his eyes on her breasts.
The want in his voice empowered her, and Lily’s fingers trailed across her flesh until she found her nipples, and with her eyes locked on his, she slowly massaged them. The muscles along the side of his neck strained, and a slow smile spread across her face as she reveled in her feminine power.
“You like that, Mackenzie?”
He ran his hand through his hair. “What the hell do you think?”
The feeling inside her—the one of control and power—was intoxicating, and Lily threw caution to the wind. She ran with it.
Carefully she began to peel away her dress, sliding it down her body as the material stretched and gave over her hips. She paused just before she got to the good part, the part she knew he wanted to see, and cocked her head.
“Should I continue?”
“Take it off,” he spit out. “Now, Boston. Or I swear to God—”
She slipped the dress over her hips and let it fall in a pile of blue at her feet. She then kicked it to the side and spread her legs slightly, loving how hot he looked as he watched her.
“Fuck me,” he said hoarsely. “If I had known you were commando the entire night, I would have—”
“What would you have done, Mac?”
She took a step forward, her toes gripping the edge of the dock as she stood directly over him. His eyes, so dark under the night sky that they looked black, slowly moved down from the top of her head, lingering over her breasts before settling on the junction between her legs.
“For starters, we wouldn’t have made it to the gala.”
“No?”
“Hell-the-fuck-no. I would have driven you straight here and, darlin’, I would have had you in the front of the truck. Hands down. Hell, I probably would have had you at the end of your driveway.”
She was aching.
“And my sister?”
Heavy with need.
“She could have watched for all I care.”
God, she was so wet.
“Mackenzie, I didn’t take you for an exhibitionist.”
This was torture, but she was totally enjoying it. Best. Foreplay. Ever.
“I can smell how much you want me,” Mac said roughly.
Lily froze, embarrassed and suddenly unsure.
Mac moved toward her. “Sit down. Right here.”
Her hands slipped down her belly and then slipped lower, hovering over the thin patch of blond hair there. He was between her legs and if she sat down his head—that amazing mouth of his—would be…
Dear Lord. The fire inside Lily exploded and goose bumps rolled over her skin.
“Boston.”
The way he said her nickname made her insides coil tightly, as if he was starving and she was the only thing on the menu.
His hands were on the dock now, his eyes glittering as he gazed up at her.
“Ass on the dock.” He might have growled. “Now.”
Carefully, Lily lowered her body, but before she hit the dock, his hands were on her hips guiding her the rest of the way. Slowly. So, incredibly slowly. Until she was nearly hanging off the edge of the dock. Her feet sank into the water and it lapped halfway up her calves.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he said, eyes on hers as she tried to keep calm. Her heart beat fast and hard, and she was sure that he could hear it.
Lily shook her head. No. No one had ever made her feel this special or beautiful or so incredibly hot. Sure there had been men in the past, but none like him.
There was only Mackenzie.
He spread her legs a little wider, and she gripped the edge of the dock, knuckles and fingers white from the pressure, breath held when his fingers rolled across her lower belly. His mouth followed his fingers, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back the groan in her throat when his fingers dipped lower and found her slick opening.
“You’re so wet,” he said hoarsely. “For me.”
God. Oh God. This feels so good.
“Look at me.”
She couldn’t. She couldn’t move.
His fingers stopped and he growled. “Now.”
Lily’s eyes flew open, and she gazed down at him.
He slid two fingers inside her and slowly rotated them, curving upward, massaging, stroking—and he never took his eyes off her. Not even when he followed his fingers and kissed his way up her thighs and settled between her legs.
When his tongue darted inside her, Lily jerked, but he held her steady, his eyes on her as he licked and suckled and stroked her. The sight of him down there, his mouth on her most private part, was something she would never forget. The look in his eyes was feral, erotic, and primal.
Pressure from deep inside began to pull. It clawed and spread out in a blanket of heat that had everything clenching.
“Mackenzie,” she whimpered, gyrating her hips.
His tongue flickered over her clitoris, and she jerked again, her hands finding their way into the thick hair on top his head as she struggled to hold it together. But when he kissed her there…when he licked and then suckled the engorged nub, she lost it.
An animalistic sound erupted from inside her, and she bucked her hips, body fueled by desire as she sought release.
Her fingers gripped him, and she began to shake.
“Come for me, Boston,” he said roughly.
Lily arched into him and threw her head back, crying out as the pressure inside erupted. Everything went tight and hot and electric. Her body shook with convulsions as she shattered against him. Into him. Over him.
For several moments, she stared up at the night sky, panting and feeling as if her bones had liquefied. If he let go, she would slide into the water and drift away.
And then she felt his wet hands on her thighs, tugging her toward him. He was saying things, dirty things, his voice low and thick as his hands gripped her. Lily slowly righted herself and let him pull her into the water. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him, her mouth seeking his hungrily.
She kissed him. She tasted herself in him.
Holy. Hell.
She groaned when his tongue slid inside her mouth, but he had a hell of a lot more control than she did…he took his time, kissing her gently and then suckling her tongue hard.
Crushed against him, the cool water was like silk on their skin, and they kissed until her head spun. Jesus, Mackenzie Draper could kiss. Never had a man taken his time with her and fed from her mouth as if it was everything he needed.
Mackenzie held her as if she was the most precious thing in the world, his mouth taking and giving, murmuring erotic things and driving her crazy her with his hands, tongue, and mouth. They were in the water for hours it seemed, but she knew it had only been a few minutes.
And she never wanted it to end. They were skin on skin, and it was the hottest thing ever.
She loved the way his hands slid up and down her body, the way his mouth worshipped her, gliding along her collarbone. Settling against her breasts. Nestling beneath her earlobe.
When he took one turgid nipple inside his mouth and blew hot air over her before suckling her hard, she felt the pull shoot all the way down to the center between her legs.
“Mac,” she whimpered, gyrating against him. She felt the heat of his erection just below her butt, and she knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Say it,” he said gruffly.
“Say what?” she asked, barely able to get the words out.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I want you inside me,” she answered without hesitation.
Mac dropped another kiss onto her mouth, a slow tantalizing tease as his hands kneaded her butt cheeks. He turned and slowly walked out of the water, Lily clinging to him with her legs and her arms, their mouths fused together as he headed up the path to the cottage.
She felt his strength, the muscles in his shoulders and arms, the heat in his kiss, and by the time they reached the porch, they were both breathing heavy. Slowly she slid down the length of him, and when she would have grabbed his cock, he stopped her and shook his head.
“Don’t. Babe, I’m too far gone. If you touch me now, it will be all over and, Boston, I’ve been dreaming of sinking inside you since New Year’s Eve.”
He fused his mouth to hers again, pulling her into the cottage, and they didn’t stop until they were in his bedroom. They didn’t stop until she was on her back, on his bed, spread out like a banquet feast. Her legs were wide open, and she didn’t care at all. In fact, when his heated gaze settled there, she smiled and slipped her fingers over herself.
“Jesus, Lily. Are you trying to kill me?”
“No,” she answered. “I need you very much alive and inside me.”
Mackenzie grabbed a condom from somewhere behind him, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. She heard him rip the foil, and seconds later he was over, his arms on either side of her face, his beautiful mouth close to hers.
His long, heated length was pressed intimately into hers, and she felt the rigid strength of his cock.
“I can’t wait anymore, Boston, and I’m going to apologize now because I don’t think I can last much longer.”
And then he was inside. His long, hard length going deep.
God, the feel of him inside her.
Her legs went around him, her nails dug into his shoulders. There were no more words. No more tender kisses or gentle caresses.
There was only the hard and intense need they felt for each other. And as Mackenzie took Lily to the summit, as he rocked into her and begged for release, her last thought before she came was that she would never get this back.
At least, not with anyone else. Never anyone else.
And for that one second, she was scared to death.
But then Ma
ckenzie’s mouth found hers, and they shattered together—and Lily let all those thoughts slide away.
Chapter 18
Mackenzie was wide awake well before the first rays of sun crept across the horizon. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloom and glanced at the clock beside the bed. It was just after 3:00 a.m., and considering that he’d had Lily more than once—hell, he’d lost count after she’d pushed him onto his back and slid on top of him—he should have been down for the count for at least a few more hours.
Mac listened to Lily’s slow, easy breaths. It had been a long time since he’d woken up with a woman in his arms, and he kind of liked the way it felt. Lily was warm and soft and just…right.
Her back was to him, that delectable butt pressed into his groin where—hello—Godzilla was already stirring. He’d snaked his arm around her waist, holding her tight for hours, and now that he was awake, he bent forward, inhaling the subtle scent of apples in her hair.
Damn, but Boston smelled good. And it wasn’t that perfume crap that most of the women he dated liked to use. Seriously, if they only knew how much most guys hated that stuff. Who the hell wanted a nose full of heavy perfume when you were getting busy?
But Boston? She was sexy and fresh and…
She murmured something in her sleep and moved her butt against him.
Jesus.
He clenched his teeth together in an effort to hold himself together. His cock was definitely awake—hard and ready to go—and for a moment, he considered slipping inside her from behind, but then he realized his condoms were on the other side of the bed.
Mac wasn’t willing to give up the feel of her against him just yet.
He winced at the thought. Christ, Jake would tell him he was turning into a woman or would called him a pussy—which was ironic, because Jake had pretty much become a pussy the moment he’d sniffed Raine’s skirts and decided to chase after the one thing he wanted more than anything else.
It sure as hell wasn’t Mac’s gig, but he couldn’t fault their happiness. Nope. That whole forever thing wasn’t in the cards for him, but that didn’t mean he begrudged those who were into it, the ones who believed in true love and all that shit.
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