When he pulled back, his eyes dark with stormy emotion, he gently brushed his thumb across her swollen lips, his touch uncharacteristically gentle, a flicker of tenderness amid their fiery exchange.
MAK
The bourbon he’d had with dinner was getting to him, letting his inhibitions down, loosening the hard line he’d scored when it came to this woman.
Which meant he let go of the rage, overwhelmed by the need, the heated warmth, and the promise of intimacy she offered.
Her face was flushed, and his eyes fell to her lips, then lower to the outline of her nipples through her silk top.
He wanted to brush his thumb against one of them, peel off her shirt, and immerse himself in her.
It wasn’t just her sensuality.
Her apology hadfokkin’ burrowed past the fury.
Her soft plea worked its magic, drawing him in with her honesty that was pure, unfiltered, and without any pretense.
Mak clutched her slim and delicate hand, stroking her wrist, the heated sensation running straight to his groin.
His fingers tingled, wanting to lose themselves all over her curvy body.
Need tightened in his gut as his heart raced.
His cock throbbed, and he groaned.
Throwing caution to the wind, he walked her backward until they stood by her bed in her room.
He sat, placing her before him, in between his thighs.
She inhaled as he slid his hand beneath her silk top, caressing the smoothness of her skin underneath.
With meticulous care, Mak caressed her flat stomach and her ribs, maintaining eye contact with her the entire time.
Her eyes widened with shock and desire when he unbuttoned each of the pearl clasps, reached for the lace of her bra, and pulled it down.
She sighed as he lifted one side of her blouse, revealing her breasts.
They were so close that he caught the flutter of her pulse against her neck and drew in her floral foil.
As the top fluttered to the ground in a fall of silk, it exposed her creamy, firm flesh and rosy-brown nipples.
His cock surged with blood, hardening harder than he’d ever been in years.
Suppressing a moan, he cupped her warm skin and plumped her sweet tit with his hand.
Then, he suckled her hard nipple, grazing it with his lips and beard.
She called out his name in a gasping cry as she grabbed onto his shoulders.
His entire body flamed as he continued to suck and lick her tits one after the other.
She responded with tiny whimpers and moans with each tongue touch and nip of his teeth. She clung to him now with both hands as he dragged my tongue over her nipple again and chuckled as her groans went into overdrive.
The sound sent another tug to Mak’s cock, and all he craved to do was keep pleasuring her til she came undone, until she became his.
The thought was like a splash of cold water across his heated skin.
She had never been his.
