Page 44 of The Lies That Shatter
I let out a humourless laugh. “Great, you can have your ‘I told you so’ moment, as long as you listen to me and quit.”
“I’m not going to quit,” she says, her stubborn glare both killing me and turning me on at the same time.
I’ve always loved this woman’s fire, and the way she doesn’t hesitate to stand up to me. But when there’s the potential for her to get hurt, she can fuck off if she thinks I’m going to cave on this.
“I’m not backing down on this, Mac,” I snap.
A little smile crosses her lips that throws me off my game. She stands on her tip-toes and leans forward until she’s close enough that I can feel her breath on my cheek. “You’re only saying this because you’re upset with me. And the only reason you’re angry at me is because you’re jealous over what happened with Ethan.”
She stands back, her eyes sparkling as she challenges me to deny it. She wiggles her brows as her lips spread into a knowing grin. My eyes narrow as I take a small step forward, until our bodies are touching, and her breath hitches.
“Too fucking right I’m jealous,” I admit, before leaning in to whisper into her ear the way she did to me. “You know I was watching?”
Her breath hitches again as she nods, no doubt remembering my text. “How?”
“Ethan was wearing his security camera. When he leaned in and kissed you, I wanted to kill him. The pain of seeing him so close to you…it made me want to peel his skin from his bones, just to know he’d never touch you again. I never thought I was capable of such jealousy, until that moment,” I growl, my voice low and more menacing than I ever thought possible.
She freezes as I close the space between us, loving the way her body reacts to being close to mine. She’s gasping for little bits of air, and I’m sure her heart’s racing.
She doesn’t address me talking about her like she’s my possession, but if the way she nibbles on her lower lip is any indication, I’d say she quite likes it. Which is good, because I want to do significantly more than possess her. I want to consume her until I’m all she knows.
Even though it’s clear my words are having an effect on her body, she stiffens slightly, ready to challenge me. “You can’t say that. It was your idea for us not to get together until the assignment is done. I have to watch you with that spiteful bitch,and you don’t hear me complaining. I’m jealous too, and now you know how it feels.”
As soon as the words leave her lips, I can’t help but recoil, taking a step back as though she slapped me. I hate the small distance it creates between us, but the thought that I’m hurting her is too much to bear.
I know it hurts her to see me with Mel, and I wish more than anything that I could change things, but that’s the reason I told her we couldn’t be together until the job is over. I wanted to avoid this shit show that we’ve somehow ended up in.
I deflate, the anger leaving me like a balloon that’s been stabbed. My shoulders sag, and I look at her with a vulnerability that I hate anyone seeing. “I never wanted to hurt you or make you jealous. That’s why I tried to push you away. I have to do my job, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away from you. You’ve always been my kryptonite.”
McKenna’s face lights up, a smile tilting the corners of her lips as she takes a step forward. “I’m glad I’m your weakness, because you’re mine too. I meant what I said when I first came back. I’m done waiting for you. I know what you have with Mel is fake, and what you feel for me is real. I can separate reality from fiction. As much as it hurts me to see you with her…do you know what hurts more?”
She pauses, waiting for me to answer. I shake my head. “What?”
“Being this close to you and not getting to touch you. Knowing that you want me, and yet it’s not enough for you to take what I’m offering. I’ve waited years for you, Finn, and I don’t want to wait any longer. Will this make things more messy? Probably. Do I care? Fuck, no.”
As soon as the words leave her mouth, she closes the gap between us and presses her lips hard against mine. As soon as they touch, it’s like all the chemistry and electricity that’s beensizzling around us, building for years, suddenly erupts, and our worlds collide.
Her soft lips push against mine with a force I wasn’t expecting, and she doesn’t hold back. Mac throws her arms around my neck, pulling me down so she can get better access, and I don’t hesitate to give her everything she asks for.
In the back of my mind, I register that things are going too far. Too hot, too heavy, and I know I won’t be able to pull back. But the more I try to remind myself of this, the more I want to shut off my brain completely and listen to my body for once. I know all the reasons this will only end in heartache for us both, but I can’t find it in myself to care. Instead, I want to be a selfish prick for once, and I want to taste what’s mine.
Mac knows exactly what I’m trying to do when I reach down and grab hold of the back of her thighs, lifting her, so she can wrap her legs around my waist. My hands now on her ass, I pull her against me, loving the way she presses against my hardening cock.
She runs her tongue along my lower lip before pulling it none too gently between her teeth, nibbling and forcing me to open up to her. I’d do anything for her, so I do, letting her tongue explore. As hers runs past mine, I savour the sweet taste that is all Mac, as I feel her squirm in my hold, like she can’t get close enough to me. I know exactly how she fucking feels.
Her fingers slide through my hair, tugging on the strands until they cause a delicious sting, and she angles my head exactly how she wants me as we both continue to devour each other.
My hands grip her ass harder, and as she tilts her hips, her legging-covered pussy grinds over my hard length, eliciting the deepest moan from her. The groan that escapes my lips is a mixture of ecstasy and frustration. She feels fucking sublime, but I want more.
Pulling her mouth from mine, we both gasp for breath, but I don’t allow her even a moment for her thoughts to catch up with her actions. I press soft kisses across her jaw as she drags in a little breath, and I make my way down her throat.
When I find that sweet spot over her pulse point, I suck on it, nibbling the way I know she likes, and her responding cry of pleasure is like music to my ears.
I nibble and suck harder, knowing full well that I’m marking her. In fact, that’s exactly what I’m trying to do. I want the whole world to see my marks on her body, knowing I’m the one who put them there. That I’m capable of giving her body such pleasure. Marking her as mine for all to see.
I slowly drag my eyes down to the little black vest she’s wearing. Thin straps sit on her shoulders, giving me perfect access to her neck. The top of the vest dips low on her chest, showing off the swell of her amazing tits, and I can see enough of her pebbled nipples through the material to know she’s not wearing a bra.
Her tight black leggings hug her form perfectly, showing off the curves of her hips, and the sexiness of her ass. They leave nothing to the imagination, and yet I can’t wait to see her without them on. They may only be thin, and show off all the best parts of her body, but it’s still far too much fabric for my liking.
