His Hotcakes Baby (22 page)

Chase
drew a deep breath.  Mackenzie wore an ankle length flowing dress, which came
together in a band around her neck.  With every step she took the soft material
swirled out behind her and molded to every curve of her body.  Her long black
hair tumbled down her back. She looked absolutely exquisite.

 She smiled when he drove them down to
the beach cottage she stayed in when she arrive on the island.  A beautiful
table was laid out on the porch with flowers and candles.  He held the chair
for her and she sat down.

Essie’s assistant was there to serve
them and they shared a gorgeous meal, laughing and talking … if debating about
every subject could be called talking. After dinner Cara disappeared through
the trees and they were alone.

Mackenzie started walking down the jetty,
but Chase stopped her with a hand on her elbow.  She turned to him and he
picked her up in his arms.  He carried her into the bedroom and immediately
took her clothes off and then his own.  He yanked her into his arms and kissed
her so deep and hard she could hardly breathe.  His hunger and need clear in
every stroke of his tongue over hers.  He lowered her on the bed and covered
her with his body.

“I’m afraid, the talking will have to
wait a little longer, honey.  I have a hunger that needs to be fed still!”

He kissed the soft skin in her throat
and stroked his tongue all the way to her ear.  Mackenzie shivered as the heat
of his caress stole over her skin.  She stroked his back and moaned when he
pulled her earlobe between his lips and sucked.

Her nipples puckered into tight nubs
when he caressed her breasts in small circles.  She arched her back as he
rubbed his palms over her nipples in a barely there caress. She hissed at the
sensations that travelled from their aching tips down her stomach to pool
between her legs.

Chase was too hungry for her to tease
her and his lips closed over a nipple and pulled it deep into his mouth.  He
suckled softly and harder when she mewled.  He tweaked and pinched the other
nipple between his fingers.

Mackenzie closed her eyes and caught
her breath when he caressed over her belly to draw his fingers all the way down
her inner legs and up the other.  He separated the folds to gently stroke
around her clit, slow circles, then faster. Mackenzie pushed her hips harder
into his touch when his fingers brushed over her cleft.  He pushed one finger
inside her channel and smiled when he found her hot and wet. She sighed when his
lips trailed a slow path of heat down her belly.

Mackenzie’s breathing increased in
anticipation and she mewled when he flicked his tongue over her clit.  She
clutched at his shoulder, thrusting her hips against his mouth then cried out
when he sucked the tiny nub between his lips and suckled; rolling and tweaking
her nipples between his fingers.

Chase swirled his finger deeper inside
her and she sighed, which turned to a gasp when he added another and yet
another.  He rubbed slowly over her G-spot at first and her gasps turned to
cries as he rubbed faster and harder whilst sucking sensually on her clit and
twirling his thumb over the tip.

“Chase … Babe … I am … oooohh!”

Her warning that she was coming ended
in a throaty scream as her climax tightened her core and pulsed through her
whole body like wildfire.  She lifted her hips hard against his lips and
pumping hands, desperate to ride over the crest.

Chase did not let up and he kept
swirling his tongue over the now hard nub.  Mackenzie cried for him to stop,
but he kept rubbing the spot of nerves inside her, feeding her orgasm to an
ever higher level of pleasure.  She panted desperately and Chase allowed her
grace by stopping for a full ten seconds only to plunge back into her and suck
harder on her clit.

“Chase … ooohh … Babe!”

She cried out as another climax hit
her within seconds and tried to clamp her legs close, which was impossible with
his wide shoulders between them.  She dug her head into the pillow and keened
at the pleasure pain he kept drawing out.

Mackenzie was breathless and begged
Chase to desist, which he did, only to start again the moment she managed to
draw a breath.  He did not stop until her body was a trembling mass from the
continuous climaxes he forced from her.

He crawled higher and kissed her
gently on her quivering lips.  Her feverish eyes met his.

“That was because you left me alone in
LA!  Never do that again, Mackenzie!  When you’re mad at me, you talk to me
about it.  You don’t run off and nearly have me lose my mind with worry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“And now, hotcakes, this is for
leaving me only a damn cryptic letter instead of telling me personally you are
leaving!”

“No Chase!  Please, I am too sensitive
… oooh!”

She jerked when his fingers found her
clit again and rubbed gently.  She tried to move up and away from his hand, but
he just followed.  His mouth took possession of her nipples and he tugged,
sucked, nibbled and bit them until she wanted to cry from the pleasure that
coursed through her body.

It did not take long for the first
climax to cripple her and she screamed, lifting her hips high into the air,
thrashing against his hand. He continued pleasuring her breasts and her clit
until her nipples were swollen and tender, her clit so sensitive she was
desperate to move away from the tortuous pleasure he bestowed on her. The
multiple climaxes that just kept coming!

She cried out when suddenly Chase’s
tongue speared inside her body and he lifted her legs over his shoulders.  He
spread her legs wide and used both his hands with his fingers on either side of
her clit to rub and stroke it.  She could not breathe, the way his fingers
clamped around it with his thumbs pressing from the bottom up, had her climax
almost immediately.

Chase growled when her inner muscles
tightened around his tongue.  He pressed deeper into her and lapped and stroked
her G-spot with the tip of his tongue.  He increased the pressure of his thumbs
on her clit, while stroking and rubbing with his fingers and she went wild.

She thrashed, her orgasm taking her to
the sky, higher and higher, every muscle in her body tightened and she
screamed.  Chase rubbed harder inside her, twisted his thumbs and Mackenzie’s
body stole her breath.  Her nails tore at his shoulders, but he hardly felt it,
his eyes on her face, absolutely exquisite in her release.

Chase could not make himself stop,
even knowing she could not breathe.  Her inner muscles clutching at his tongue,
her tight clit growing harder and bigger with every pulse around his tongue
spurred him on to drive deeper into her, twirling his thumbs harder against her
clit from the bottom towards the tip.  Mackenzie arched her back and went
slack, her channel still desperately milking at his tongue.

Chase crawled over her, spreading her
legs wide and entered her body slowly, tenderly, waiting for her to return from
the black abyss her climax catapulted her to. Chase straightened his arms and
watched her. Her legs moved and she sighed.  The moment she opened her eyes, he
plunged, hard, deep and fast.

“Oh Lord, Chase!”

He set a hard rhythm, driving into her
with a desperation born from his deep need for her.  They both tumbled over the
edge of the cliff almost simultaneously; their cries echoing in the room.

Chase slumped on her, every muscle in
his body relaxed.  He pushed his arms below her shoulders and clasped her even
tighter against him.

“Tell me when you can’t breathe,
hotcakes.  I just need to be close to you. Very close.  I want to feel you all
around me, honey.  Wrap your arms and legs around me.”

Mackenzie smiled, never having felt so
complete and treasured as she did at that moment.  She wrapped her arms and
legs around him and caressed his strong back tenderly.

They stayed wrapped in each other’s arms
for a long time.  Chase lifted his head and captured her lips with his.  He
kissed her with feather soft sweeps of his lips over hers.  He stroked his
tongue over her lips and slowly pushed past her lips to find the sweet
treasures inside.  He kissed her so tenderly and lovingly, she felt tears fill
her eyes.

Chase untangled them and he sat up
against the headboard.  He pulled her into his arms and hugged her.

“There is not a woman alive that can
do to me what you do, hotcakes.  I don’t know how I survived without you all
these years.  For the first time in my life, I don’t need another … hell, I
don’t want another.  I realized that I have been half a person … until the day
I found you on my beach.  That day, I knew I found the other half of me.”

He lifted her chin and looked into her
eyes.  His were warm and filled with so much emotion and feeling, she could not
breathe.

“I need you to complete me,
Mackenzie.  You’re the one that lights up my day, that guides my thoughts and
that beats inside my heart.  I always wondered what it would feel like to really
love someone.  I knew I never loved Vivienne.  I still don’t know if I
understand what the definition of love really is, but I do know that I need you
to calm me when I am stressed and to challenge me when I am wrong. Most of all I
need you with me to draw a breath to live.  If all of that equals love, then my
beautiful wife, you are the love of my life, the keeper of my hart and the
breath that feeds my soul.”

He took her face in his hands and
smiled into her tear filled eyes.

“I love you, Mackenzie, with every
breath in my body.”

“As I do you with every fiber in mine,
my wonderful husband.”

He kissed her softly and scowled at
her.

“Now … about that cryptic letter! 
What the hell were you talking about?”

Mackenzie’s laughter tingled around
them and his frown deepened.

“What is so funny, hotcakes?”

“You are a writer and my letter was
cryptic?  How could you not know what I meant?  You just told me, you daft
man!  That is what I wanted to hear!”

He shook his head with a sardonic
smile on his lips.

“I write thrillers, honey, not
romance!  I need direct instructions, hotcakes!  Tell me what you need, don’t
give me riddles! And what do you mean that is what you wanted to hear?  After
everything we’ve been through, how could you not know that I love you?”

“Well, we women are somewhat silly. 
We like to hear the words now and then.”

“I love you, groupie.  I love you,
little dove.  I love you, honey.  I love you, Mackenzie Paxton, but most of all
… I love you, hotcakes!”