Page 37 of Hearts Don't Lie
Mac’s insides spun. She looked up into his eyes, which had turned dark and hungry-looking. His mouth looked hungry too. Mac licked her bottom lip and rolled it between her teeth. The ember that had burned in her since opening the front door and seeing him standing there flamed into a raging fire of need.
His hands bracketed her waist and slid over her hips. Hardin pulled her close, sharply sucking in his breath when his hands moved over her ass, pressing her against his rigid length.
She came up on her tiptoes and shamelessly ground against him in an attempt to soothe the sweet ache that was growing more insistent.
He captured her bottom lip and sucked, groaning as she rubbed against him and again when her tongue licked him in return. He broke from her, practically panting. “You’re going to make me bust, honey. Is that your intention?”
“I’m there too. Please don’t stop,” she said, sounding as breathless as him, falling back onto her bed and bringing him with her. She loved the feel of his size and weight covering her.
It was so good.
So right.
Mac grabbed his ass and encouraged him to ride her roughly through their clothes. There was no time to strip. She was so close. On the edge.
She threw a leg over his hip and yanked him against her more tightly, unleashing more heat and moisture between her legs, needing to relieve the ache. The pace picked up and their mouths slanted over each other’s, lips fused, tongues sweeping and tangling while they cradled each other’s heads and gazed deeply into each other’s eyes, intensifying the connection as they crested together.
He stroked her temples and kissed the tip of her nose before chuckling softly. “Hm. That reminded me of high school,” he said quietly, his grin carrying into his remarkable eyes. “You okay?”
She smiled back at him and said, her voice breathy, “Yes.” Truth be told, she felt great. But how quickly she had succumbed to her desire for him had her all out of sorts.It’s the wine,she lied to herself.And it did feel like high school. A good place to pick up from?
“Can I stay tonight?”
His question caught her unaware, sharply reminding her that the boundary with him was no more. “Here?”How about no?She couldn’t manage to say that word.What the hell?
“Uh yeah, unless you want to sleep at the Urban with me. I like it much better here. It’s private and cozy.” He watched her as he pulled gently at a tendril of her hair. A corresponding ache tugged at her sex, and it was obvious from the smug smile Hardin wore that her subtle response registered. “We’re not done tonight, honey. Not by a long shot. I need you and you need me.”
Mac opened her mouth to speak, but Hardin leaned closer, brushing her lips with his before kissing her slowly and with so much heat it rendered her mute.
“I’m gonna clean up.”
All she could do was nod, then ruminate over what she wanted while he was in her bathroom. Thank God it was clean. Thank God she had fresh sheets on her bed. Mac shook her head and snickered, amused by her thoughts.Well, I guess I’ve made my decision. Hardin in my bed.Her heart banged around in her rib cage as she rose to her knees and reached for her wine, not feeling the least bit tipsy. The desire coursing through her had to be working like adrenaline, breaking down the effects of alcohol.
Sipping the claret-colored wine, she considered what it was going to be like to have sex with him after all this time. If his kisses and the dry humping were any indication, epic. Her heart revved even more in anticipation, making her breath short.Calm down, woman.
Mac had been intimate with a few of the men she’d dated. The experiences had fallen short, leaving her wanting. Maybe because she’d unknowingly selected men she wasn’t compatible with. She hadn’t been invested, but then neither had they. The question tonight was, of course, was she invested after twelve years apart? Her racing heart, quivering body, and wet panties were screaming yes. Wisdom said yes too. Of course, she was better prepared now. She knew her body. She knew her mind. She was using birth control. The bathroom door opened.Oh shit.
Hardin reappeared just as she was wondering whether he had anything he could pass on to her besides sperm. He was dressed as before—a vintage-inspired short-sleeved button-down and jeans. His belt was unbuckled and the fly was unzipped, and he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, waiting.
Smart on his part, still wanting her to lead their dance.
He seemed to look right into her, missing nothing. “Mac? What’s going on? You look like you’re thinking things over.”
God, he could still read her. No point in being less than candid, especially since they had just gone gangbusters on each other fully clothed. “Do you have a, um… Do you—”
He laughed so hard that it surprised her. “Mac, the first thing I’d let you know would be if I had an STD. Sorry, it struck me as funny. I’ve always gloved up.”
Maybe he did, but she knew for a fact that gloving up wasn’t always a sure thing. Feeling brave, she asked, “No little Hardins running around out there?”
His expression turned serious. “No.”
“I needed to ask.”
“Absolutely. How about you?”
“All good and I’m on the pill.”
Hardin studied her thoughtfully. “We can go commando then?”
