Hometown Love (Love on the North Shore #2)(53)
Grabbing onto her self-confidence, she pulled the sweater over her head. Please don’t let me blush. Although her instincts said to pull her sweater back on, she tossed it away and reached for the waistband of her leggings. With slow movements, she slid them down; all the while her gaze was focused on Mack’s chest. When she tossed them away as well, she stood up straight, her hands clasped behind her back, nails digging into her palms.
She watched Mack’s hand stroke her shoulder and then continue down her arm. When he took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, she looked at his face. The heat in his gaze made her entire body tingle. Then his eyes left hers and raked over her body, the simple action making her ache for his touch.
After he completed his inspection, he met her eyes again. “Christ, you’re sexy. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Before he could make the next move, she closed the gap between them. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she stretched up on her tiptoes, crushing her breasts against his chest, and kissed him.
Although he’d let her make the first move, his demanding lips revealed how difficult a task it had been as they moved over hers, ravishing her mouth. His hand slid down her back, his fingers burning her already tingling skin. When they reached her butt, both hands settled on the skin exposed by the lacy thong she’d worn for the first time.
Using her body, she propelled him back toward the bed, coming down on top of him. “You like being in charge, don’t you?” He pressed his lips against her neck and made a path toward her bra strap.
“Sometimes.” The one word answer came out in a ragged, sensuous voice she didn’t recognize.
Mack placed a last kiss on her shoulder and stopped. “You can be in charge whenever you want.” His hand closed on her breast, the heat further exciting her already taut nipple. “I have one request for right now.” He kissed the skin exposed just above her bra. “Can you get rid of this?” He tugged at a bra strap.
Rather than answer with words, she gripped the clasp between her breasts and released it.
“Damn, they’re perfect.”
If there had been noise in the room, she would’ve missed Mack’s response, and she had the feeling he didn’t even realize he’d spoken aloud. Regardless, his response thrilled her. At a size D, she’d always wished for smaller breasts. Her ex hadn’t helped matters by always complaining that other men checked her out because her breasts were so large.
Mack’s hand on her waist moved upward, his touch feather-light as his fingers caressed her. Then he dipped his head, taking her nipple in his mouth. An immediate rush of desire and longing shot outward in every direction, and before she could stop herself she moaned. Then, when he repeated the same thing on the other side, all she could do was grip his shoulders and hold on.
“Tell me what you want, Jessie.” His warm breath caressed her breast and she struggled with a coherent answer.
Pulling away just a little, she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his briefs and touched him. “You.”
Mack made no effort to contain his groan. “Be right back.” He lifted her off his lap and disappeared into the master bathroom. When he came back, he tossed a box of condoms on the nightstand and stripped off his briefs before he rejoined her.
With him lying there naked and oh so ready, Jessie couldn’t look away. After several seconds went by, though, and he didn’t reach for her, she tore her gaze away and looked at his face. “What’s wrong?” She fought the urge to cover up as she waited for an answer.
His right hand traveled down her arm more—a kiss than a touch. “Nothing. You’re in control now. I’m just along for the ride.”
Jessie’s eyes flicked toward the condoms. She’d never put one on a man, not to mention, she’d never instigated sex. Then again, that Jessie no longer existed. Grabbing a condom, she tore it open, prepared to show Mack just how much she loved him.
Chapter 11
He’d untangled the sheet enough to pull it up and over them, more for Jessie’s sake than his when he noticed the goose bumps on her arm. “Can I get you anything?” His own stomach kept rumbling. They’d eaten at the wedding reception, but that had been hours ago. Before he called it a day, he needed one more meal. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starved.”
Under the sheet, she shifted onto her side, her soft skin rubbing against his, and his body began to get ready for round two. She’d been smooth and silky soft everywhere and he wanted her wrapped around him again very soon.
“I’m a little hungry, too. What time is it?” Her fingers wandered over his chest and down his stomach. Before they could go too low, he covered her hand with his.
“Seven,” he answered, checking his watch. “How about I order us a pizza and we can have our own movie night? I picked up Morning of The Dead yesterday.”
She moved her head back and forth, her hair tickling his shoulder. “The pizza sounds great, but I don’t do horror.”
“Really? We can find something else then.” Climbing out of bed, he grabbed his cell and called the pizza place in town. Halfway though his order, Jessie threw back the sheet and stood, and as the guy on the phone read back his order, he only heard a jumble of words. Never in a million years would he have guessed she had a body like that. Yeah, sure he’d known that she’d changed from the way she’d looked before, but nothing prepared him for her tiny waist and cute ass. Then, to top it off, she had breasts to drool over: large, exquisitely shaped, and best of all, real. He’d always gotten hot and bothered by women with large breasts or a cute ass; if they had both even better. His ex-wife had had both. It had been one of the first things that attracted him to her, but hers hadn’t been natural. They’d been well done, but he could still tell her breasts were not real.