Secrets and Satin: A MacKenzie Novel (Romantic Suspense) (MacKenzie Family) Read Online Free
Author: Liliana Hart
was suddenly ravenous for more. She was five-foot-ten in her bare feet, so there was only a few inches difference in their height. His heart pounded beneath her hand and she leaned up to nip at his chin before fusing her mouth and body to his.
He stood still as a statue for a minute while she kissed him, while she gave him all the pent-up longing and frustration and desire she’d just started to feel again over the last months. And then he was kissing her back and she wanted to shout in triumph.
***
Max’s brain deserted him the moment her soft lips had touched his, and all his thoughts rested in the several inches of flesh that was pressed into her stomach. He’d wanted this, dreamed of this for five long years, but even though his dreams seemed to be coming true, he knew this wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.
But she was relentless in her pursuit. There was a hunger and desperation inside of her he wanted to soothe. A wildness built inside of him he’d never felt before. She was his mate, and his body recognized her as such, and all he wanted was to possess, to take.
Her lips parted and her tongue licked into his mouth, and the flavor of her exploded through his system. She was sweet to the taste, like sweet cream and melted sugar, and he’d never in his life experienced anything that felt as good as touching her.
“You taste so good,” she moaned. “Touch me.”
His hands came around her, cupping the rounded globes of her rear, and he pulled her against him so she could feel how much he wanted her. She groaned into his mouth and he drank in the sound. His tongue dueled with hers and he growled as her fingers threaded through his hair and tugged him closer.
Her legs came around his waist and clamped tight around him, and she moved against his cock, searching for release. He’d forgotten how strong she was—long legs and lean muscles—and when she leaned back in his arms, his mouth found the tight bud of her nipple.
“Please, please,” she chanted, and he was helpless to deny her.
He spun her around and settled her on the island. His knees were weak and he couldn’t seem to find his balance. She was going too fast—racing too hard to the end—and he wanted to take his time now that he finally had her where he wanted her. Their rhythm was off, and he tried to pull back and shake some sense into his head, but her hot hand found his cock and began to stroke.
“Christ, Jade,” he panted. “I won’t last ten seconds if you keep doing that.”
Her laugh was low and sultr y, and a little wild. “Touch me,” she begged again.
His fingers found the snap of her jeans, jerking it open and then pulling down the zipper. She lifted her hips so he could pull them down, but just the sight of her in the little white panties had him desperate for more. The cotton was damp and his fingers traced along the outer edge before slipping beneath to the soft curls.
She moaned as his finger whispered against the taut bud of her clit and she cried out when he moved lower and his finger slipped just inside of her. Max grit ted his teeth as she clamped around his finger. She was snug and wet, and when he pushed farther inside, her velvety pussy rippled around his finger.
“So hot, baby.” He was barely able to form a coherent thought. “You’re so tight. You’re going to fit like a glove around my cock.”
Sweet syrup trickled over his fingers at the picture he painted, and her hips thrust against him, taking more of his finger inside. He kissed her stomach and then moved higher so his mouth latched on to her nipple. They were small and dark brown and they tasted like heaven. His teeth scraped one lightly and he felt her flex around him.
He was getting past the point of no return, and he knew he needed to get control of the situation because she clearly wasn’t. He withdrew his finger and flicked it gently over her clit. It was swollen and so primed she probably could have come from the whisper of
He stood still as a statue for a minute while she kissed him, while she gave him all the pent-up longing and frustration and desire she’d just started to feel again over the last months. And then he was kissing her back and she wanted to shout in triumph.
***
Max’s brain deserted him the moment her soft lips had touched his, and all his thoughts rested in the several inches of flesh that was pressed into her stomach. He’d wanted this, dreamed of this for five long years, but even though his dreams seemed to be coming true, he knew this wasn’t the way it was supposed to be.
But she was relentless in her pursuit. There was a hunger and desperation inside of her he wanted to soothe. A wildness built inside of him he’d never felt before. She was his mate, and his body recognized her as such, and all he wanted was to possess, to take.
Her lips parted and her tongue licked into his mouth, and the flavor of her exploded through his system. She was sweet to the taste, like sweet cream and melted sugar, and he’d never in his life experienced anything that felt as good as touching her.
“You taste so good,” she moaned. “Touch me.”
His hands came around her, cupping the rounded globes of her rear, and he pulled her against him so she could feel how much he wanted her. She groaned into his mouth and he drank in the sound. His tongue dueled with hers and he growled as her fingers threaded through his hair and tugged him closer.
Her legs came around his waist and clamped tight around him, and she moved against his cock, searching for release. He’d forgotten how strong she was—long legs and lean muscles—and when she leaned back in his arms, his mouth found the tight bud of her nipple.
“Please, please,” she chanted, and he was helpless to deny her.
He spun her around and settled her on the island. His knees were weak and he couldn’t seem to find his balance. She was going too fast—racing too hard to the end—and he wanted to take his time now that he finally had her where he wanted her. Their rhythm was off, and he tried to pull back and shake some sense into his head, but her hot hand found his cock and began to stroke.
“Christ, Jade,” he panted. “I won’t last ten seconds if you keep doing that.”
Her laugh was low and sultr y, and a little wild. “Touch me,” she begged again.
His fingers found the snap of her jeans, jerking it open and then pulling down the zipper. She lifted her hips so he could pull them down, but just the sight of her in the little white panties had him desperate for more. The cotton was damp and his fingers traced along the outer edge before slipping beneath to the soft curls.
She moaned as his finger whispered against the taut bud of her clit and she cried out when he moved lower and his finger slipped just inside of her. Max grit ted his teeth as she clamped around his finger. She was snug and wet, and when he pushed farther inside, her velvety pussy rippled around his finger.
“So hot, baby.” He was barely able to form a coherent thought. “You’re so tight. You’re going to fit like a glove around my cock.”
Sweet syrup trickled over his fingers at the picture he painted, and her hips thrust against him, taking more of his finger inside. He kissed her stomach and then moved higher so his mouth latched on to her nipple. They were small and dark brown and they tasted like heaven. His teeth scraped one lightly and he felt her flex around him.
He was getting past the point of no return, and he knew he needed to get control of the situation because she clearly wasn’t. He withdrew his finger and flicked it gently over her clit. It was swollen and so primed she probably could have come from the whisper of
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