“No.” She shook her head slowly, walking toward him with purposeful steps. She hoped he couldn’t tell how fast her heart was beating, or how unsteady her knees felt. “Can you tell me you don’t want me? If you don’t want me, then say so. I’ll leave you alone. But if you do …”
She drifted off, allowing him to finish the thought on his own since she doubted her own ability to do so. What if he noticed that beneath her bold act, she was nothing more than a fake? Lacey had never seduced a man, wasn’t used to stripping down and demanding sex. But she couldn’t back down now. She’d gone too far.
He let out a groan. “Of course I want you. But there’s something you don’t know. Tomorrow—”
She straddled his lap and pressed her finger across his lips. “No buts. Tonight, we just enjoy each other. No questions. No expectations of a future together. Just be mine for one night. My own personal Christmas present, delivered to my door. Mine.”
He groaned and closed his hands around her waist, his jaw tight. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to push her away, or pull her closer. “Lacey …”
He pulled her down and smashed her lips down on his. He rolled her beneath him, his hands sliding into her hair. Delivering a fierce, possessive kiss, his teeth grazed her lower lip. She needed him to move faster. To not stop, or hesitate, or second-guess.
She ran her hands down his chest, fingers gliding across smooth sinew and muscle. He made a little sound in the back of his throat and continued to nibble on her lower lip. “Are you sure?” he asked, his lips moving up her chin, to her ear.
Was she sure? “Hell yes.”
He didn’t respond, but captured her lips again, softer this time. His hands slid down her neck, then traced the swell of her br**sts to the spot where her bra cups were attached to one another with a little red suede bow. Beneath his soft touch, her heart sped up, and she trailed her fingers from his abs to his hips. His erection brushed against her, but they still had too many clothes on for her to be satisfied.
He tore his mouth from hers and kissed a path down her neck, over her shoulder, and to her chest. When he reached behind to unclasp her bra, she arched her back and held onto his shoulders, marveling at the strength beneath her hands. He dropped her bra then claimed her lips again. His hands closed on her bare br**sts, squeezing gently. Her mind spun from the combination of his kiss, and her body shivered under his touch.
She moaned into his mouth, desire pooling in the center of her stomach. When he rolled her ni**les between his thumb and forefinger, she gasped at the force of pleasure he created. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she pulled him closer. Needing more. Needing him.
He seemed to get the message because he lowered his body against hers, his fingers working their magic as he deepened the kiss. He rubbed his erection against her, sending a deep shot of pleasure to her core. When he repeated the movement, she writhed in his arms.
She ran her hands down his toned back, stopping when she hit his waistband. Deciding he needed less clothing, and more skin to touch, she curled her hands around his sides and unzipped his pants. When she unbuttoned his pants, he released her lips to stand up and step out of them. Mark lowered his silk boxers, inch by slow inch, never taking his gaze from her. Her stomach clenched, and she lifted up on her elbows.
He stood naked, staring at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she gulped in a deep breath of air. “I have condoms in my purse.”
His gaze slid down her body, as if he had all the time in the world. With her luck, the tow truck guy would pick now to knock on the door. “Let me get it.”
“It’s on the table by the door.”
He nodded and headed to the table, at complete ease with his nudity. He obviously worked very hard to look as good as he did since his job depended on it. His muscles flexed with each step, and she licked her parched lips as she admired him.
He returned with a condom, tilted her chin up, and closed his mouth over hers. She held onto his neck as he lifted her into his arms. He didn’t break their contact even as he headed up the stairs and into her childhood bedroom.
When they entered the room, he headed straight for the bed and lowered Lacey onto it. Then Mark turned his attention to her shoulder. He ran his fingers down her stomach before pressing a soft kiss on her inner thigh. Her head spinning, she drew a deep breath and watched as he stepped back and opened the condom wrapper. Unable to tear her eyes away, she watched him roll the protective barrier over his erection. The sight of his hands on his own skin sent a pang of liquid desire to her stomach.
He crawled up her body until his lips were less than an inch from hers. Looking into her eyes, he whispered, “God, Lacey, I want you.”
He didn’t give her time to reply, even if she could’ve managed to muster up an intelligible sentence. His mouth closed over hers, and his fingers moved down her stomach, and over her hips. When he slipped his hand in between her thighs, she forgot to breathe. Forgot everything but Mark, and that moment.
He slid a finger inside of her, his thumb pressing against her as he continued to kiss her. She gasped into his mouth, lifting her hips. Her stomach clenched, and she clung to his hard arms, needing something to hold. He withdrew his finger and then inserted two, thrusting inside of her in one fluid movement.
She writhed beneath him, her body begging for more. He tore his mouth off hers, closing his eyes and cursing under his breath. The strained lines of his face told her more than anything how hard it was for him to hold himself back. To control his desire.
When he thrust his fingers inside her again, sending waves of pleasure through her veins, she dug her nails into his arms. “Don’t hold back. I need you now.”
His gaze flew to hers, his eyes wide. “But—”
“Now,” she demanded, arching her hips in invitation.
He lowered his head and melded his lips to hers, and he adjusted his body so that instead of his fingers on her, his penis was there. She opened her legs wider, inviting him in. He put his hands on her hips, lifting her up to him. With one smooth movement, he was inside of her. Filling her. She cried out, wrapping her legs around him. He withdrew, and thrust into her again, harder. When he deepened his kiss and reached where they were joined, rubbing his thumb against her clit as he moved inside of her, a wave of heat spread through her, ringing her whole body to life.
Lacey tensed, all of her senses centered on him. On what he made her feel. Whimpering, she raised her hips even higher, taking more of him in. He groaned and broke free of her kiss, biting down on her shoulder gently. As he increased his pace, the pressure inside of her boiled over and threatened to erupt. All it took was one more thrust from him, and all the tension inside of her burst—sending her spiraling over the edge.