Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MACKENZIE
My back slams against Nate’s door with a force that rattles the hinges, and before I can even gasp, his body is pressed into mine like he’s trying to fuse us together. His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat as his mouth crashes down on mine. This isn’t some soft, tentative kiss. No, this is a fucking invasion. His tongue is demanding, claiming, devouring me like I’m the last meal on Earth. And I’m starving for it. Fuck, I’m so goddamn starved for him.
I fear what this might mean.
But I can’t resist.
I fist the sides of his shirt, tearing at the fabric like it’s personally offended me. I need it off. I need his skin against mine, need to feel every ridge of muscle, every last inch of him. But Nate’s not making it easy. His hands roam down my sides and settle on my waist with a grip so tight it borders on possessive. He presses his body into mine, and I feel it—the unmistakable bulge of his cock straining against his jeans, grinding into the apex of my thighs. A shiver rips through me, and I subconsciously rock my hips into him, desperate for friction.
His lips break away from mine, and I swear to God, if he stops now, I’ll kill him. But no—his mouth is on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he growls into my ear, “Tell me you want this.” His voice is rough, raw, primal, and it sends a surge of wet heat straight to my core. That delicious ache between my thighs builds. If there were any doubts that I wanted this, wanted him, that statement alone annihilated any fears.
I not only want him, but I need him. It’s been so long since a man looked at me like this. As if I’m the answer to a question he didn’t know he asked. It’s the lifeline I’ve been seeking, and I don’t even try to hold back.
“I want you,” the words spill forth without hesitation, fueled by the craving that defies reason. “I want you so fucking bad, Nate. Don’t make me wait. Please.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, and just like that, I’m airborne. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me toward the bed. My hands are everywhere—tugging at his shirt, clawing at his back, desperate to feel him. His shirt hits the floor, and holy fuck . His chest is a fucking masterpiece: broad, chiseled, with a dusting of dark hair that leads down to the waistband of his jeans. I reach for his belt, but he’s faster, yanking my jeans down my thighs in one swift motion.
“Fuck these jeans,” he mutters, tossing them aside. His hands are on my thighs now, spreading them wide as he settles between my legs. His eyes lock on mine, dark with hunger, and I’m shaking with anticipation. He doesn’t waste time—his fingers slide down my stomach, through the slick mess of my pussy, and I gasp as he plunges two fingers inside me.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet,” he growls, curling his fingers in a way that has me seeing stars. My back arches off the bed, and I’m already so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion. But Nate doesn’t let me fall. Not yet. He pulls his fingers out, and before I can protest, he buries his face between my thighs.
His tongue is relentless, circling my clit, flicking it, sucking it like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. I’m trembling, moaning, clawing at the sheets as he works me over with a skill that makes me wonder how many women he’s done this to. But fuck if I care right now. All I care about is the way he’s making me feel—like I’m unraveling, coming apart under his touch.
“Nate—oh God—Nate!” I gasp as my orgasm rips through me, leaving me dizzy and shaking. He doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent. When he finally looks up at me, his lips glisten with my wetness. He licks them slowly, deliberately, and I swear I’ve never seen anything sexier.
“Get on your knees,” he commands, his voice low and rough.
I don’t hesitate. I flip over onto all fours, my ass in the air and completely exposed to him. He runs a hand down my spine, over the curve of my ass, and then … smack . The sharp sting of his palm on my flesh sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Damn, this is a sight.” He finally lets his jeans fall to the floor and lowers his boxers. I sneak a peek over my shoulder, and oh my God, what a glorious sight.
My eyes bulge as I take in the size of his package. He’s enormous. Thick, long, and completely drool-worthy. It’s like my mind manifested him, and he’s so unbelievably perfect it hurts.
“Eye’s up here, sweetheart.” The corner of his mouth lifts to the sexiest smirk as mirth dances in his eyes.
I stutter. “I-I could tell you were large when you pressed against me, but that’s…” I swallow, unable to finish my thought.
“Every woman’s dream?” He strokes his length, and I have to suppress a groan.
“This woman’s, anyway,” I admit.
“Glad you approve.” His mouth curves to a smirk. “You want to measure?”
Yes . But I shake my head and do something bolder. I turn to face him and place my hand on top of his.
He groans as our hands slide along his cock. He withdraws his hand and pants, “Fuck Mackenzie.”
I stroke his cock and the damn thing grows longer. The heaviness. The girth. It is every woman’s dream. I blame my lack of experience for what comes out. “This gets bigger? ”
“For you, yeah.” He chuckles, eyeing my mouth. “Now be a good girl and turn back around before I stick this in your mouth.”
Before I respond, he spins me around, grabs my hips, and pulls me back toward him. A shiver snakes through me as the head of his cock presses against my entrance.
I’m part scared.
I’m part excited.
But mostly, I want this beast of a man inside me. I want to be claimed by him. Is that wrong?
“You ready for me?” he growls, his breath hot against my ear, and I know if this is wrong, I couldn’t care less. All I want is this moment. This time. Him.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Fuck me, Nate. Please.”
He slides into me in one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the fullness of him. He’s huge—so fucking big—and it’s almost too much, but it’s exactly what I need.
“You okay?”
“Yes.” I’m quick to reply. “I just need a breath or two to adjust.”
He leans forward and strokes his tongue along the base of my spine as he palms my breast and tweaks my nipple, which has begged for attention ever since he touched me out on the dance floor.
My entire body catches fire. It’s been too long since I felt a man’s touch. Too long since sensations caused by something other than my own doing rippled through me.
“Nate, I need more.” I press against him, eliciting a low, guttural growl.
His hands slide along my curves until he grips my hips tightly and starts to move, slow at first, until we find our rhythm. And once we’re in our groove, he fucks me deep and hard like he’s trying to claim me from the inside out.
“Fuck, Mackenzie,” he groans, his voice strained. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Your pussy is goddamn perfect.”
I ball my fingers into the sheets as he pumps inside me faster and harder, giving me what I asked. He tugs my hair just enough to keep me positioned. A whimper escapes my throat as I’m overwhelmed by sensations. I’m completely lost to this man.
To the feel of his cock sliding into me.
To the way he dominates my body into submission.
To the overwhelming sense of making me feel like a woman.
This man is everything I’ve ever wanted and so much more.
He shifts his leg, and, oh God, he’s so deep. No one has ever reached this depth. Jesus. My core clenches around him as he continues to drive into me.
“Too damn perfect.” He reaches around to rub my clit as he fucks me, and it’s too much—too much sensation, too much pleasure.
I come again with a cry, my body clenching around him as he fucks me through it. He doesn’t last much longer, pounding into me with a final, brutal thrust as he spills inside me with a groan.
We collapse onto the bed together, sweaty and breathless and completely wrecked. Nate pulls me into his arms, and for the first time in forever, I feel … whole.
“You’re fucking incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say through a yawn. I’m not sure where we go from here. Is this a one-and-done sort of thing? Something we got out of our system? The smart thing to do is end this before things get more complicated.
But who the fuck am I kidding? This is just the beginning.