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She slid her arms around his neck. “You realize, don’t you, inviting Kevin and Dooley up here is going to backfire on you?”
“How’s that?” He loved when she rubbed her breasts against him.
“Well, you brought them here because you thought it would keep us from having sex on the kitchen table.” She rubbed again.
“It will. One thing I’m not into is exhibitionism.”
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“Sure. It also means we’ll be in the same bed tonight.”
“Well, I…”
She just watched him process it. Kevin and Dooley would take the two extra bedrooms.
“There’s the couch.”
He
didn’t even believe he was sleeping on the couch. He could, certainly. He’d done it the first night when he hadn’t trusted himself to even be on the same floor with her, but he barely fit on it and hadn’t slept well. Besides, he didn’t want to be on the couch. He wanted to be in the bed with Sara. Dooley and Kevin were the perfect excuse. Just like his subconscious had known as soon as they’d put their butts in his car seats.
“You’re not sleeping on the couch,” Sara said unnecessarily.
“I know.”
He gave in just like that. He’d known all along it would come to this. Sara had known. All of Mac’s friends, including Sam, had known. So what was the point in resisting? He would make love to Sara. The way she deserved to be loved. At least once. Maybe because he needed her to know how it should be.
Maybe to prove to himself that he could do that. Just that. Whatever the reason, he couldn’t stay out of her bed one more night.
Mac didn’t know or care where Kevin and Dooley were. They knew their way to his house and would have no trouble sweet-talking someone—someone female, no doubt—into giving them a ride.
Once he’d let his mind and heart accept that he was going to make love to Sara, he couldn’t wait to get her home.
There would be time for scaring her off tomorrow. Or the next day.
“Take your clothes off, princess,” he said the minute he put the car in gear.
“Right now?” He didn’t miss the breathlessness in her voice.
“Yep.”
“There are people around.” She pulled the sweatshirt she wore over her head as she spoke.
“So start at the bottom,” he said, feeling a bit breathless himself.
She kicked off her shoes, then slowly peeled one sock off at a time. They were already at the outskirts of Oscar—the beauty of living in a small town—so when Sara lifted her hips and started to wiggle out of her jeans, Mac was the only one to appreciate it. Which was exactly as it should have been, in his opinion.
“Keep going,” he said gruffly as her jeans hit the floor.
“You haven’t even looked.” She pulled her shirt off.
“I have to drive without wrecking.”
“Good thought,” she laughed. She tossed her bra into his lap.
Mac tightened his grip on the steering wheel and wondered why he’d started this. They still had a few miles to go. He just didn’t want to waste time once they got to the house. He needed to be inside her. Had needed it for weeks. Years. He felt like a dam about to burst.
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Her panties landed on his thigh. Had he said dam? More like
damn
.
She was totally naked.
“Sara,” he said, teeth gritted.
“Yeah.”
“Get yourself ready. We’re about three miles from home.”
“I’m ready, Mac.”
“I mean
ready
.” How he was keeping his mind, not to mention his eyes, on the road he had no freakin’ idea.
“I’m
ready
,” Sara promised.
He quirked a smile. She sounded sincere. But he had to be sure.
“Princess, I’m not going to be able to go slow and gentle.” He felt her slide closer. He smelled that damned cotton candy and her arousal and nearly pulled the car over.
“Don’t touch me,” he growled, pressing harder on the accelerator. “Touch yourself.” She sucked in a quick breath.
“I want to touch you.”
He saw her hand move toward him. “You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered. He grabbed her hand. “Put those pretty fingers between your legs, honey.”
“I want
your
fingers there.”
“They will be,” he said with a small smile. It wasn’t like he was actually seeing anything outside of the windshield. His thoughts were quite firmly on Sara and all the things he wanted to do to her. At least his brain was recognizing the white and yellow lines that meant the car was still on the road. “Come on, princess,” he coaxed—damned near begged. “Do it for me.” In his peripheral vision he saw her hand move away from him. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Touch your nipple,” he rasped.
She moaned in response. “Mac.”
“Pull on it. Imagine it’s my mouth. Sucking on you.”
“
Mac
,” she gasped.
He risked a glance. Her head was back against the car seat, her hand doing as he’d said, tugging on one nipple.
“Son of a bitch.” He swerved back to his side of the road. There were no other cars but there were ditches.
“Now between your legs, princess.” His voice sounded like he was strangling. “Tell me you’re ready for me.” He saw the knee closest to him shift, widening the space between her legs.
“I want you, Mac,” she panted.
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“I know, honey, I know.”
His erection felt swollen beyond anything he could remember.
“Are you wet?”
“Very.”
“I want you to come, Sara.”
“I’m sure I will.”
He smiled in spite of the incredible tightness below his belt. “I appreciate your confidence in me. I mean right now.”
“How are you going to do that?”
“
You’re
going to do it.”
“Mac…”
“It will make it easier on you when I get you home and do everything I’ve been imagining doing to you. Over and over again.”
“Oh,” she breathed. Then her breath hitched and she moaned.
He couldn’t keep his eyes from her then. She was flushed, her head against the headrest, her hand between her thighs. She met his eyes and her fingers moved, sliding in and out.
He glanced back at the road. Damn. He was sweating. He was driving home on a somewhat-chilly fall evening, and he was sweating. His pulse was racing and his throat felt tight. Just riding home with Sara was a workout.
“Mac,” she whispered as she came.
He took the corner into his driveway fast enough that it threw Sara up against him. His arm snaked around her waist and the moment the car was in park he hauled her in for a scorching kiss.
She straddled his lap and his hands were all over her—breasts, back, hair and between her legs where she was hot and ready for him.
Her hand stroked over his erection and he groaned into her mouth. “God, yes.”
“Hood of the car or backseat?” she asked. “Or right here?” Mac wasn’t sure he’d be able to walk to the house, but his mind rejected every scenario except taking her for the first time in his bed.
“Inside. Now.”
“Yeah.” Her hands smoothed over his head. “That’s where I want you too.” He groaned and laughed at the same time. “Inside the house.” She kissed him, licking along his lower lip, nipping gently, then sliding her tongue boldly in against his. She pulled back, breathing hard.
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Mac grinned. He couldn’t help it. Sara was on his lap, bare-ass naked, wanting him to take her in the great outdoors. He could picture taking her from behind with her leaning over the hood of his car, or having her ride him sitting on the porch swing, or standing up with her against the side of the barn. All were temping, but…
“What I want is you spread out on my big old bed, legs wrapped around me and my hands under your ass, lifting you up so every single stroke goes nice and deep,” he said against her neck.
She let out a deep breath. “That’s exactly what I want.” That was all he needed to hear.
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Sara preceded Mac into the house, walking gingerly over the rocks and grass of the front yard. She’d only taken three steps though before Mac suddenly grabbed her upper arm and swung her around. He lifted her so they were belly to belly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
“Oh, this is—” She lost her breath as the denim-encased erection slid against her bare cleft. As he carried her across the yard, up the porch steps and into the house, the friction on the aroused flesh was enough to have her breathing hard again by the time he set her back on her feet at the base of the stairs leading to the bedrooms.
“Upstairs. Now.” He started undressing as she ran up the steps.
He was right behind her and naked as he cleared the threshold and stalked toward the bed, never taking his eyes off of her.
“Spread out on my bed,” he reminded her.
Sara sat on the edge of the bed. She’d been aroused before. She’d been aroused with Mac before. But she’d never felt this jittery, pounding, aching
need
before. Even on the brink of orgasm with him prior to this, she hadn’t felt this level of want. It was like a deep thirst or terrible hunger, but combined with the strange deep fear that if she was satisfied now, it still would never be enough, she would always feel this craving.
He came toward her and she scrambled back up the bed toward the headboard, watching Mac wrap his fingers around his erection as he walked.
She tingled all over, heat and awareness teasing every nerve. She was half-afraid he’d continue to torment her with his mouth and hands, not giving her the part of him she really wanted. She had to push him to the edge with her so that he wouldn’t hesitate to jump over.
Sara went up onto all fours and crawled forward as Mac knelt with one knee on the mattress.
“Now there’s a pretty picture,” he said gruffly. “But not what I was imagining.” She smiled. “Hold on.”
He did pause and she got to him before he realized her intention. She wrapped her hand around his on his shaft. As she bent her head forward Mac groaned. “You are gonna kill me.”
“Want me to stop?” she asked, her nose nearly touching the head of his penis.
“No. Yes. No.” His hand went to the back of her head and urged her forward. “Mostly no.”
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She licked his tip and the pleasure of his moan danced down her spine. Turning Mac on was as good as being turned on by him. To know this strong, stubborn, experienced man could want and need her touch so much gave her a thrill she’d never grow tired of.
His hand dropped lower on his cock and she took him farther into her mouth. She’d seen enough on the Internet that soon his hand dropped away entirely as she stroked down his length while she sucked and slid him in and out of her mouth.
“Sara,” he rasped. “Get on your back…”
The need in his voice was enough to make her do as she was told. The ache in her had also increased to the point of near pain.
Mac climbed up her body, kissed her greedily, then hooked her knees over his elbows, braced his palms on the mattress, spread her wide and eased into her.
In spite of how wet she was, it was tight and she felt every centimeter of him stretching and filling her.
“Oh, Mac,” she gasped.
“Princess,” he panted. “God, you feel good.”
He pressed against the spot already throbbing for him. She arched closer.
“Easy, honey,” he said. “Easy. I want all the way in, but we have to go easy.” Sara dug her heels into his butt. “More, Mac.”
He withdrew slightly instead, then pushed forward again. “Easy,” he repeated in a whisper.
Sara looked down to where they were joined. He wasn’t even halfway in yet. “You’re so big,” she whispered back.
He chuckled. “Thanks.”
When she glanced up though the strain was evident in his face.
“Should have used the pink dildo,” he said. “To get you ready for me.”
“You’re bigger than that even.”
He grinned. “Yeah, but you’re smaller. It would have helped you stretch.” He withdrew an inch, then pressed forward.
“Harder,” she begged. “More. Something.”
She was sure this wasn’t a usual problem for him. The women he was used to could take all he had to give and dammit, she would too.
Sara uncrossed her ankles, put her heels against the mattress and pushed up.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Mac groaned. “Stop, Sara.”
She felt stretched, needy, wanton and hot, but not in pain. “
Please
.” She moved her legs farther apart.
That helped. Then a thought came to her. A tight fit needed more lubrication.
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She reached between them and found her clit, circling it as Mac moaned. “I’m not gonna last watching that.”
Sara smiled up at him. She did love driving him crazy. “Harder,” she whispered.
With a curse, Mac thrust his hips forward and slid home.
“
Yes
,” Sara hissed. He moved, dragging out against her inner walls with delicious friction. Then thrust forward again. And again. “Faster,” she urged, sensing that was what she wanted more than knowing.
At that word Mac must have realized she was fine, because he took her suggestion, thrusting harder, deeper and faster until she felt the sudden release of the tight coil of desire. It was like the other orgasms with her fingers, his fingers, his tongue…and yet so much
more.
As her muscles contracted they had something to squeeze against, something to draw on and Sara cried Mac’s name as her body’s pull on his completed her release.
A moment later Mac groaned, “Sara,” and she felt the pulsations of his climax.
He slumped to one side so he wasn’t directly on top of her, but stayed sheathed inside of her, chest to chest.
When she finally caught her breath, she smacked him on the butt. “I can’t believe you made me wait this long for that. We could have been doing that every night for the past—what?—ten years?” He shuddered and rolled more to the side. “You were sixteen ten years ago.” She laughed. “Okay, eight years.”