Risky Play (Red Card #1)(58)

Everything stayed in place.

And I had something to cover her up with.

“Wow, and a magician.” She hugged her arms to her chest.

“Party tricks. We all have them. You should see me open a champagne bottle.”

She just laughed.

It was a nervous laugh.

Maybe I’d waited too long.

Or maybe she was just worried that I was going to turn into a giant prick once I got what I wanted—but that’s why it was necessary. I wanted her to see that it could be different.

That the ending was going to be completely and totally different from last time.

“Here.” I draped the tablecloth around her shoulders and then grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the stairs leading up to the seats.

I sat on the first step and held open my arms. “Sit on me.”

With a small nod, she slowly hung one leg around me and then the other. She didn’t lower right away, just locked eyes with me. Straddled me.

She was in suspension over me.

Her back to the rest of the world.

The tablecloth covering everything.

“Why the hesitation?” I teased as my cock strained toward her in an almost painful way. The cold of the metal stairs stung my skin.

“I just like making you wait—think of it as a training exercise in not always getting everything you want when you want it.” She winked.

“Fine.” I put my hands behind my head and shrugged. “Wait all you want, but we both know you’re suffering too. You can be patient and I’ll be here, I’ll wait.” I lowered my voice. “But your body doesn’t lie.” My eyes drank in her erect nipples and the rise and fall of her chest as I looked my fill of her narrow hips and strong legs. “I know your legs and thighs are starting to tremble, I know you’re thinking about what it would be like to be filled so completely that you see heaven. I know that your core’s getting hotter and hotter, ready to weep for me.” I reached between her legs, spreading her apart with my fingers. “So . . .” Her body swayed. “The question is, how long do you think you can take it? Because I’m a patient man when it comes to everything in my life—except you. Not because I can’t be—but because why the hell would I want to wait to devour every inch of you and make you mine?”

She leaned down, her lips brushed against mine as she gripped me in her hand and led me where she wanted me. Those few brief seconds, being touched by her, being guided—the most erotic in my entire life.

Because it was Mack.

And Mack—was all I wanted.

All I needed.

My tip brushed against her heat.

I gritted my teeth to keep from slamming into her.

I focused on our kiss instead.

On the way my mouth moved in sync with hers—I inhaled her scent, dug my fingers into her skin.

And when she sank all the way onto me with a gasp . . . and wrapped her arms around my neck, fisting her hands into my hair, gripping it so hard that I felt a sharp sting from her nails—I waited.

I memorized that moment.

That feeling.

I etched it on my heart.

“Why do you feel so good?” she whispered as she started to move. I gripped her hips and guided her pace. “Why? And if you say it’s because you’re Slade Rodriguez—” She clenched her teeth.

I moved my hands to cup her face as she increased her tempo, allowing me deeper inside her.

“Mack, I was going to say . . .” I clamped my jaw and rode out a wave of pleasure that stole my breath. “I feel good because I’m yours.”

Our mouths collided in a crescendo of tongues and teeth. I braced my arms around her, pulling her closer, pumping my hips with each kiss. She met each thrust.

“Right there . . . right . . .” She shook her head like I was making her dizzy. “Deeper!”

Was tame little Mack yelling at me?

I chuckled and pulled almost completely out only to thrust back in deep, so deep I was seeing stars. “Only with you.”

“With me?”

“Only with you has it ever felt like I can’t get enough.” I parted her lips with my tongue and deepened the kiss as her walls clenched around me, pulling me deeper, making me never want to leave her body.

Her nails dug into my shoulder as she held on, her body twisting in mine. I felt her release, felt every ounce of her drain, saw the look on her face when her eyes closed like her expression—her truth was too much for me to see. Her grip released on my shoulder just as another tremor ran through her.

I rested my head between her breasts and held on tight, running my hands down her back, feeling her muscles, her skin, memorizing the way everything seemed to buzz beneath my fingertips.

“I’m just going to stay like this forever,” I whispered.

“I was just going to invite you to,” she purred.

I smiled against her skin, trapped in the protection of her body, and closed my eyes. “Come home with me.”

She didn’t say anything.

I held her tighter. Afraid to let go. “Stay. Please. Stay.”

When I opened my eyes and pulled away from her, she had tears in her eyes. No words were said as she nodded her head slowly and then wrapped her arms around me and whispered, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“To stay at my house?” I said, trying to lighten the mood.