Stumbling into Love
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“Good.”
“You would think it’s good that you’ve taken over my brain,” I say quietly as he lifts my hand and kisses my wrist.
“It’s only fair—you seem to have taken over mine,” he says.
My stomach flutters.
My mind screams, Please don’t be too good to be true!
Chapter 6
RECKLESS
WESLEY
“Do you have something I can wear to bed?”
At Mackenzie’s question, I set my gun on the top of the table and lift my head. I see her standing across from me, looking more beautiful than ever. It’s not that she’s wearing makeup or that the button-up silk top she has on outlines her breasts and accentuates her waist or that the heels she has on make her legs look miles long. It’s that for the first time since meeting her, I can see that she’s really here with me. She’s not trying to plan an escape or trying to come up with an excuse for why this won’t work between us.
“No,” I answer as I remove my holster.
“No?” She frowns. “You don’t have a T-shirt I can borrow?”
“Nope.” I hide my smile when she plants her hands on her hips.
“Why not?”
“Why would I give you a shirt when I’m just going to take it off as soon as we get into bed?” I ask, raising a brow.
Her gaze turns heated. “You seem pretty sure of yourself.”
“You gonna deny me?” I ask, watching the pulse in her neck start to thump away. “You won’t deny me.” I answer the question for her. “I know you want my mouth and my cock. I can see your nipples through that shirt, so I know they’re hard. Just like I know that in a few minutes, when I run my fingers between your folds, you’ll already be wet for me. And I know because you keep squeezing your thighs together, trying to get rid of that ache you know only I can fix.” I take a step toward her, watching as she squeezes her legs together once more. “One of the things we’ve got figured out is chemistry, gorgeous. We have that in the bag. I can’t be in the same room with you without getting hard,” I say as I take her hand and place it over the front of my pants. My cock is testing the limits of my zipper. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, and I know by the way that your body reacts to me and my touch that you feel the same.”
“You’ve never felt like this about anyone else?” she asks, softly searching my gaze for a lie.
“Never,” I admit as I start to unbutton her top. It’s true. I haven’t felt like this about another woman. I have never wanted another woman the way I want her. I take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and pull her to me so she’s standing between my spread legs. “You make me crazy.” I kiss between her breasts.
“Just crazy?” she asks.
I pause from working at her buttons and look up at her gorgeous face.
“You make me want more.” I continue undoing the buttons and kissing down her chest and stomach until her shirt falls completely open. I roam my hands up her waist, over her breasts, and onto her shoulders.
“More?” Her breath hitches as I slide the shirt off. I reach around to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“More.” I skim my thumbs over her nipples before cupping her breasts. “A future.”
“Oh . . .” Her breath hitches again as I lean forward and take one nipple into my mouth. I lick its tip before blowing across it and watching it tighten.
“Do you still want a shirt?” I pull my mouth away to look up at her.
Her head shakes side to side, and I smile. I take her other nipple into my mouth while pulling her down to straddle my lap.
“Wesley.” She holds on to my shoulders as I suck and lick her nipple while tugging the neglected one between my fingers.
“Lock your hands behind your back, gorgeous.” I reach over and grab my cuffs off the table. She pants and leans back. I don’t know what she sees in my gaze, but her eyes close, and she takes her hands off my shoulders and does as I say. “Good girl.” I cuff her wrists together, then pull them down until her body arches back. “I like you like this. At my mercy, unable to run. I think I may have to keep you like this all the time.” I lick over one nipple again, then the other. I listen to her moan, feel her hips shift until her core is directly over my cock. I’m so hard, it’s painful.
“Wesley, please . . .”
“Please what?” I slide my hands up her waist and then back down. I run my fingers along the top of her pants. “What do you want?”
“You. I need you.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
The word hisses out as I flick open the button of her slacks and slide down her zipper.
Seeing the barely-there panties covering her pussy, I growl. “Up.” Once she’s standing in front of me, I help her out of them. Before guiding her back onto my lap, I adjust her so her back is arched and her pussy is exposed. “Are you okay like this?”
“Yes.” She nods, swallowing. My cock throbs. I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, and then over her breasts. Her breath hitches as I slide two fingers down between her folds and on either side of her clit. I slide them deep inside of her. “Ride my fingers.”
“Wesley . . . ?” I hear the apprehension in her voice.
“Ride them. I want to watch you make yourself come.” I roll her clit with my thumb, and pink spreads from her cheeks and down her neck. “Don’t be shy, gorgeous. I plan on getting to know your body better than you know it yourself. I plan on knowing every single inch of you, inside and out,” I say against her mouth before taking a kiss. I lean back to watch her ride my fingers to orgasm. Freeing myself from my jeans, I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and watch her lick her lips. “Do you want this?”
“Yes.” Rubbing the head over her clit, I groan when she arches back. I slide the tip inside. “You’re soaked.” I lock my hands around her hips to hold her in place. “What are you doing, gorgeous?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers, rocking against me—and proving that she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Mackenzie,” I warn as she swivels her hips. Already strung tight, I know I’m two seconds from losing it when her hair slides across my skin. “Do not fucking tease me.”
“I’m not . . . ,” she lies on a moan.
My muscles tighten even farther in response. Sliding one hand up her thigh, I roll her clit with my thumb and cup a breast with my free hand, tugging at her nipple.
“Wesley.”
“I told you not to tease . . . dammit!” I hiss. My neck arches as she glides slowly down my length. I know I should tell her that we should be using a condom, but hearing the sounds she’s making and feeling her walls tighten around me makes it impossible to stop. “If you’re going to start this, you better be a good girl and ride me hard and fast,” I growl.
She moans again, lifting and falling on top of me exactly like I instructed. Sliding my hand up to the back of her neck, I drag her mouth down to me. I keep her locked in place so that I can kiss her and thrust my tongue into her mouth, mimicking the way she’s fucking me.
“Wesley, I’m so close,” she pants.
I know she is—her walls are squeezing me so tight that it’s almost painful.
“Fuck me, Mackenzie. Don’t stop until I say,” I tell her.
She sits back on my lap, taking me hard—so hard that my spine starts to tingle and my balls draw up.
Knowing I’m about to lose it, I warn her, “I’m not wearing a condom. You keep fucking me, and I’m going to come inside your hot, tight, pussy bare.”
“Come inside me,” she whimpers.
I let out a curse, wrap my hands around her hips, and pull her down onto my hard length over and over until we both shout out our uninhibited release.
Breathing heavily, I tuck my face into her neck and wrap my arms around her to keep her right where she is. Right where she belongs.
“Twice,” I murmur.
Her body jolts before relaxing.
“I know.”
“You would think it’s good that you’ve taken over my brain,” I say quietly as he lifts my hand and kisses my wrist.
“It’s only fair—you seem to have taken over mine,” he says.
My stomach flutters.
My mind screams, Please don’t be too good to be true!
Chapter 6
RECKLESS
WESLEY
“Do you have something I can wear to bed?”
At Mackenzie’s question, I set my gun on the top of the table and lift my head. I see her standing across from me, looking more beautiful than ever. It’s not that she’s wearing makeup or that the button-up silk top she has on outlines her breasts and accentuates her waist or that the heels she has on make her legs look miles long. It’s that for the first time since meeting her, I can see that she’s really here with me. She’s not trying to plan an escape or trying to come up with an excuse for why this won’t work between us.
“No,” I answer as I remove my holster.
“No?” She frowns. “You don’t have a T-shirt I can borrow?”
“Nope.” I hide my smile when she plants her hands on her hips.
“Why not?”
“Why would I give you a shirt when I’m just going to take it off as soon as we get into bed?” I ask, raising a brow.
Her gaze turns heated. “You seem pretty sure of yourself.”
“You gonna deny me?” I ask, watching the pulse in her neck start to thump away. “You won’t deny me.” I answer the question for her. “I know you want my mouth and my cock. I can see your nipples through that shirt, so I know they’re hard. Just like I know that in a few minutes, when I run my fingers between your folds, you’ll already be wet for me. And I know because you keep squeezing your thighs together, trying to get rid of that ache you know only I can fix.” I take a step toward her, watching as she squeezes her legs together once more. “One of the things we’ve got figured out is chemistry, gorgeous. We have that in the bag. I can’t be in the same room with you without getting hard,” I say as I take her hand and place it over the front of my pants. My cock is testing the limits of my zipper. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, and I know by the way that your body reacts to me and my touch that you feel the same.”
“You’ve never felt like this about anyone else?” she asks, softly searching my gaze for a lie.
“Never,” I admit as I start to unbutton her top. It’s true. I haven’t felt like this about another woman. I have never wanted another woman the way I want her. I take a seat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and pull her to me so she’s standing between my spread legs. “You make me crazy.” I kiss between her breasts.
“Just crazy?” she asks.
I pause from working at her buttons and look up at her gorgeous face.
“You make me want more.” I continue undoing the buttons and kissing down her chest and stomach until her shirt falls completely open. I roam my hands up her waist, over her breasts, and onto her shoulders.
“More?” Her breath hitches as I slide the shirt off. I reach around to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“More.” I skim my thumbs over her nipples before cupping her breasts. “A future.”
“Oh . . .” Her breath hitches again as I lean forward and take one nipple into my mouth. I lick its tip before blowing across it and watching it tighten.
“Do you still want a shirt?” I pull my mouth away to look up at her.
Her head shakes side to side, and I smile. I take her other nipple into my mouth while pulling her down to straddle my lap.
“Wesley.” She holds on to my shoulders as I suck and lick her nipple while tugging the neglected one between my fingers.
“Lock your hands behind your back, gorgeous.” I reach over and grab my cuffs off the table. She pants and leans back. I don’t know what she sees in my gaze, but her eyes close, and she takes her hands off my shoulders and does as I say. “Good girl.” I cuff her wrists together, then pull them down until her body arches back. “I like you like this. At my mercy, unable to run. I think I may have to keep you like this all the time.” I lick over one nipple again, then the other. I listen to her moan, feel her hips shift until her core is directly over my cock. I’m so hard, it’s painful.
“Wesley, please . . .”
“Please what?” I slide my hands up her waist and then back down. I run my fingers along the top of her pants. “What do you want?”
“You. I need you.”
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
The word hisses out as I flick open the button of her slacks and slide down her zipper.
Seeing the barely-there panties covering her pussy, I growl. “Up.” Once she’s standing in front of me, I help her out of them. Before guiding her back onto my lap, I adjust her so her back is arched and her pussy is exposed. “Are you okay like this?”
“Yes.” She nods, swallowing. My cock throbs. I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, and then over her breasts. Her breath hitches as I slide two fingers down between her folds and on either side of her clit. I slide them deep inside of her. “Ride my fingers.”
“Wesley . . . ?” I hear the apprehension in her voice.
“Ride them. I want to watch you make yourself come.” I roll her clit with my thumb, and pink spreads from her cheeks and down her neck. “Don’t be shy, gorgeous. I plan on getting to know your body better than you know it yourself. I plan on knowing every single inch of you, inside and out,” I say against her mouth before taking a kiss. I lean back to watch her ride my fingers to orgasm. Freeing myself from my jeans, I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and watch her lick her lips. “Do you want this?”
“Yes.” Rubbing the head over her clit, I groan when she arches back. I slide the tip inside. “You’re soaked.” I lock my hands around her hips to hold her in place. “What are you doing, gorgeous?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers, rocking against me—and proving that she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Mackenzie,” I warn as she swivels her hips. Already strung tight, I know I’m two seconds from losing it when her hair slides across my skin. “Do not fucking tease me.”
“I’m not . . . ,” she lies on a moan.
My muscles tighten even farther in response. Sliding one hand up her thigh, I roll her clit with my thumb and cup a breast with my free hand, tugging at her nipple.
“Wesley.”
“I told you not to tease . . . dammit!” I hiss. My neck arches as she glides slowly down my length. I know I should tell her that we should be using a condom, but hearing the sounds she’s making and feeling her walls tighten around me makes it impossible to stop. “If you’re going to start this, you better be a good girl and ride me hard and fast,” I growl.
She moans again, lifting and falling on top of me exactly like I instructed. Sliding my hand up to the back of her neck, I drag her mouth down to me. I keep her locked in place so that I can kiss her and thrust my tongue into her mouth, mimicking the way she’s fucking me.
“Wesley, I’m so close,” she pants.
I know she is—her walls are squeezing me so tight that it’s almost painful.
“Fuck me, Mackenzie. Don’t stop until I say,” I tell her.
She sits back on my lap, taking me hard—so hard that my spine starts to tingle and my balls draw up.
Knowing I’m about to lose it, I warn her, “I’m not wearing a condom. You keep fucking me, and I’m going to come inside your hot, tight, pussy bare.”
“Come inside me,” she whimpers.
I let out a curse, wrap my hands around her hips, and pull her down onto my hard length over and over until we both shout out our uninhibited release.
Breathing heavily, I tuck my face into her neck and wrap my arms around her to keep her right where she is. Right where she belongs.
“Twice,” I murmur.
Her body jolts before relaxing.
“I know.”
