by Leah Brooke
With one hand braced on the back of the sofa over her shoulder and the other at the arm at her other side, he leaned over her and smiled, a seductive smile, full of erotic intent.
His gaze lowered to her breasts as if he knew the torment he created, making them feel swollen and heavy. “Do you really think I’d wait all this time for you only to watch you take another man into your bed? You’re lucky he didn’t come in with you. I would have thrown him out on his ass and paddled yours.”
Fighting the alarm and surge of lust at the mental image of her naked and over his lap, Jasmine backed as far into the corner of the sofa as possible, giving him the cold look she’d used to keep men from bothering her for the past three years.
“I can’t believe you just said that to me. I’m not a child, damn it!”
Catching her chin when she would have looked away, Mac leaned in closer, his eyes glittering with hunger. “I’m very well aware of that, sweetheart. It would have been a very adult spanking, one you wouldn’t have forgotten soon.”
Bending closer, he brushed her lips with his, the searing jolt of lust that went through her making her nipples and clit throb. The warm caress of his breath against her lips seduced her into parting them.
“I want you, Jazz. I’ve wanted you for a long time, and if there’s going to be a man in your life, it’s going to be me.”
She only had enough time to suck in a breath before his hard arms came around her, pulling her against an equally hard chest, his mouth taking hers in a kiss filled with possession and a hunger that had her defenses crumbling all around her.
Her body seemed to melt under the mastery of his kiss, becoming pliant, fitting against his as if they’d done this a million times before.
So thrilling, and with a twinge of familiarity that drew her in deeper, his touch created delicious sparks of electricity as his fingers moved over her skin.
She’d never felt so alive, so hungry. She’d never felt so needed.
She’d never met a man as physical as Mac and had never before been on the receiving end of so much passion.
She’d spent many sleepless nights imagining being in his arms, but the reality proved so overwhelming she could hardly breathe.
Her entire body shook uncontrollably at the incredible hunger Mac created inside her, a hunger unlike anything she’d ever known, an all-consuming need to give him everything she had to give.
She burned. She craved. She wanted all of him with a desperation that frightened her as much as it thrilled her. Whimpering in her throat, she fought to get closer, knowing that she wouldn’t be satisfied until they were both naked and he was inside her.
Her nails dug into his wide shoulders, shoulders that seemed even wider and more powerful up close.
Whimpering again when he broke off his kiss, she pressed her aching nipples against his chest, a moan escaping at the warm friction. Forcing her eyes open, she looked into Mac’s eyes, stunned by the lust swirling in them. “Mac. I can’t breathe. You’re making me dizzy.” In his embrace, she didn’t even know herself.
He’d always been so gentle with her, but she’d sensed a restlessness in him, as if suppressing his need to be physical took every ounce of his control.
“Good.” His low growl sent another wave of longing through her.
Lifting her high against his chest, he strode down the hall to her bedroom, his eyes narrowed on hers. “You need to be shaken up. I ought to turn you over my knee for the torture you put me through tonight. God, it feels good to have you in my arms.”
Unable to help herself, she cupped his jaw, jerking her hand back when she realized what she’d done. She wanted him, but had to be realistic. “Mac, we both know I’m not the kind of woman you need. Please, just go before we do something we’re both going to regret. I’m not cut out for this kind of thing. I’m not in my twenties anymore.”
His eyes hardened, his lips thinning in anger. “No, you’re not, and neither am I. You’re too stubborn to see what’s right in front of your face. I want you, Jazz, and it’s about time I showed you how much.”
Jasmine yelped when he tossed her to the bed, bouncing once before she could grab for the covers. Hearing the click of the lamp next to her bed, she blinked against the light and scooted to the other side of the bed. “Mac, please turn it off.”
Shaking at the intimacy of having him in her bedroom, she glanced down, sucking in a breath when she saw the size of the bulge in his jeans. Her breath caught when he dug into the pocket and retrieved a condom, his eyes watchful as he tossed it to land next to her on the comforter.
Gulping, she sat up, unable to take her eyes off of him. She couldn’t believe that after all the months she’d spent yearning for him, Mac was in her bedroom and staring at her as though she was a treat and he couldn’t wait to take a bite.
His eyes glittered with need and impatience, never leaving hers as he reached for the hem of his shirt. He whipped it off and tossed it aside, his movements brusque and almost angry as he revealed a sculpted chest and shoulders so broad it made her mouth water. He looked even more intimidating without his shirt, the predatory gleam in his eyes making him appear even more threatening.
“I won’t let you ignore this thing between us anymore.” His eyes narrowed, a smile curving his lips when she scooted all the way to the far side of the bed and stood, his eyes lit with anticipation and challenge. “Do you really think I’m going to let you escape what we both know is going to happen? Do you think I’m going to let you pretend that this hasn’t been coming for months?”
Jasmine swallowed heavily, fighting the lust that rendered her immobile and almost speechless. Although she tried, she couldn’t stop looking at his bare chest, well-defined biceps, and muscular forearms that made her fingers itch to explore.
And those hands. Strong capable hands that had always sent her imagination into overdrive worked at the fastening of his jeans with an impatience that both thrilled and scared her.
Swallowing again, she held up a hand to ward him off, knowing that if he took her in his arms and kissed her again, she wouldn’t stand a chance.
She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything as she wanted Mac at that moment, but she needed more from him than just physical pleasure.
“Mac, please stop before this goes too far. I know you’ve gotten used to watching out for me, but this is different. You’re trying to make me feel desired, and as much as I appreciate the sentiment, I can’t let this happen. You really don’t want to do this.”
She’d never survive an affair with him, and when it ended, she’d only end up feeling emptier.
A dark brow went up, his gaze holding hers as he began to circle the bed, blocking her escape route. “Do what, Jazz? Make love to you? I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, but you needed to heal. Kiss you? Now that I’ve tasted you, I’m addicted and can’t help wanting more. Touch you? How can I resist touching you when you respond so beautifully? I love the way your eyes darken and go unfocused every time I caress you.” He took a step closer, and then another, his eyes hooded and watchful. “I’ve waited, Jazz. I’ve waited a long time for you, getting you comfortable enough to relax around me. I finally got you to talk to me. Eventually, I got you to anticipate our time together and to watch for me coming home from work. I wanted you to be ready.” He smiled, a slow curve of his lips that made her panties even wetter.
“Obviously, you’re ready.” His smile widened as his gaze raked over her, and with a quick movement, he threw off his jeans and underwear and tossed them aside. Fisting his cock, he moved even closer, going around the foot of the bed toward her. “At least you will be in a few minutes.”
The intent in his eyes sharpened as he took another step, making her heart race even faster.
“Mac!” She jumped to the bed and scrambled to get to the other side, but she didn’t move fast enough to escape him.
Between one frantic cry and the next, she found herself flat on her back under him, a place she’d im
agined being many times. Her pussy clenched as another rush of moisture escaped, her body tingling with heat everywhere he touched her.
Stunned at the feel of the hard lines of his body against hers, Jasmine momentarily froze. A moan escaped as the heat of his body warmed hers, the sensation of being surrounded by muscular, warm male so intoxicating, she actually felt a little dizzy.
Her hands went to his shoulders of their own volition, her fingers digging into the hard muscle there as he pushed her knees aside and made a place for himself between them.
Bracing himself above her, he ran a hand down her side, pressing his cock against her mound. “I love the way you say my name.” Caressing her waist, he brushed his lips over hers. “I like that little breathless whimper in your voice, and that needy little hitch drives me crazy.”
He took her mouth, the pressure of his own on hers forcing her to part her lips and let him inside with the same ease that forced her thighs apart. His tongue slid against hers, overcoming her resistance with ease and making her pussy clench at the thought of him taking her with the same possessive arrogance.
His mouth moved over hers with a desperate hunger that fueled her own, his ragged breathing and groans of satisfaction and frustration igniting her senses.
He ate at her mouth as though starved for her, his tense body moving against hers with a slow deliberation that sent sharp pleasure racing through her, making her tremble helplessly against him.
Inwardly cursing the clothing that kept her from feeling his naked body against hers, she writhed against him, digging her heels into the mattress to press her mound against him.
Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, she pulled hard until he lifted his head, breaking off their kiss. Struggling for air, she moaned at the feel of his hand moving up and down her side, unable to stop a cry from escaping when his fingers moved higher before settling on her waist.
Gulping in air, she shook her head, her hands clenching on his shoulders. “Mac, please turn off the light.” She wanted him badly, wanted the heat of his naked body against hers, wanted him filling her with his cock and taking her with the same hunger he kissed her with.
She’d deal with the consequences later. Right now, nothing mattered except this.
Mac nuzzled her jaw, making her shiver as his hand moved up her side again and his thumb began to caress the underside of her breast through her clothing, making her yearn even more for his touch on her bare skin.
“No. I want to see you. I want to see, touch, and know everything, Jazz. I love those sounds you make when you’re aroused. I want to hear the sounds you make when I take you.”
He pushed her hair back from her face, staring intently into her eyes as he covered her breast with his other hand. “I want to see your eyes when I fill you with my cock. I want to see the desire, that brief moment of helplessness when I enter you and force your sweet pussy to stretch to accept me. I want to see the surprise in your eyes when you come and keep coming.”
Her pussy clenched in reaction, a rush of moisture escaping as her body prepared to be taken.
To be filled by the most compelling and erotic man she’d ever met.
Jasmine swallowed heavily, shaken by the sheer intimacy of being with him, an intimacy she’d never experienced at the hands of her ex in all the years they’d been married. She didn’t know how he did it, but Mac could make even a kiss so physical and primitive that it was almost like making love.
She didn’t have the experience to deal with a man so earthy. “Mac, I’m not good at this.”
Mac smiled humorlessly, the hint of anger in his eyes unmistakable. “That’s bullshit, Jazz. I’m not going to allow your ex-husband, or anyone else in bed with us. It’s just you and me here, baby. There’s no good, bad, right, or wrong. Just us.”
He took her mouth again, his lips pressing hers open to plunder inside. Without breaking contact, he sat back on his heels and yanked her against him, shocking her with his strength.
She found herself sitting on his thighs with hers parted wide, her slit pressed against his flat belly.
His kiss, raw and full of passion, made her head spin, his mouth hot and hungry on hers. Groaning, he lifted his head, his eyes hooded as he stared down at her, his body hard and tense against hers. He pulled her dress up and over her head, his breathing heavy and ragged, his hands shaking. Pausing, he let his gaze rake over her, his eyes hungry as he slowly lowered his hand to her shoulder.
“Look at you.”
Trembling helplessly at the awe in his eyes, Jasmine reached for him, laying her hands flat on his chest. Thrilling at the feel of his hot skin under her palm, she dug her fingers into the hard muscle there.
“Mac.”
It came out as a breathless plea, a plea for him to hold her, to lend her his strength as the sensations overwhelmed her.
She’d never felt such passion. She’d never felt so out of control.
She’d never wanted a man so badly.
When his fingers began to trace the lace edge of her bra, a gentle slide on the upper curve of her breast that made her nipples ache for attention, she dug her fingers into his biceps, biting her lip to try to hold back the desperate whimpers that kept pouring from her. She sucked in a breath, and then another, unable to look away from his eyes as they followed the movement of his finger.
Self-conscious, she tried to cover herself. “Please, Mac. Turn off the light. I’m forty-four. I’m too old for you. I have two children. My body’s not the same as those young girls you date.”
“Dated. Past tense.”
He tilted her back over his arm, replacing his finger with his lips. “I’m forty-seven and I’ve had a child, too.”
A choked laugh escaped, her breathing even more ragged when his lips replaced his finger. “That’s hardly, ah, the same. You’re so—Mac.”
She hadn’t even felt him unhook her bra, but suddenly he tossed it aside, baring her to his gaze.
His eyes held hers for several heart-stopping seconds before his gaze lowered to her breasts, staring at her beaded nipple. Reaching out, he circled it, making it ache even more.
“I’m so what, baby?” He lowered her back to the pillow, sliding a hand to her waist. “Pantyhose. Shit. I hate pantyhose.” He sat back on his heels, keeping her thighs spread wide.
His quick movements surprised her, his hands rough as he rid her of her pantyhose and panties and tossed the material over his shoulder.
“Better, much better. Now, what were you saying?”
Flattening her hand on her stomach, Jasmine swallowed heavily, struck nearly speechless by the look of tenderness and need in his eyes.
She glanced down at his cock and then found it impossible to look away.
Every thick inch seemed to pulsate in silent demand for satisfaction, the large, plum-sized head dark and threatening looking. His eyes moved over her body as he opened the foil packet and rolled on the condom with careful deliberation.
Self-conscious, she swallowed heavily as more moisture dripped from her pussy. “It’s, uh, different for a man. You’re gorgeous. I’ve seen the women you date. I’m not young or—”
Mac’s eyes hardened. “Your ex has a lot to answer for.”
Naked and hard, he lowered himself over her, using his powerful thighs to part hers wider.
Staring into her eyes, he thrust his hips forward, the head of his cock nudging her pussy entrance. Braced on his elbows, he held her face between his callused hands, never taking his eyes from hers as he slowly entered her.
“I don’t want any other woman. I want you. You’re exactly what I need. You’re everything I want.”
Jasmine sucked in a breath, her entire body shaking as his cock pressed into her, the hard thickness forcing the inner walls of her pussy to stretch to accommodate him.
She’d never felt so taken, so completely vulnerable.
She’d never felt so extraordinarily feminine.
Mac’s overwhelming masculinity took lovemaking to another le
vel, as did his sharp attention to every movement and sound she made, creating an intimacy unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Running his thumb over her bottom lip, he held his cock deep inside her.
“That look in your eyes alone makes it hard as hell to hold back.” He bent to sip at her lips before raising his head again. “Wrap your legs around me, Jazz.”
Gulping in air, Jasmine nodded and obeyed him, her breath catching when it allowed him to push his cock even deeper.
“Mac!” Her thighs trembled, the feel of his cock moving inside her creating a delicious friction against her pussy walls.
He withdrew slightly and thrust deep again, his eyes flashing at her cry of pleasure. “I only want you. You know that, baby. You just don’t want to see it.”
He withdrew again, this time thrusting harder inside her. “Why? Why were you so afraid of this? Why are you so afraid of the pleasure I give you?”
Jasmine dug her heels into his tight butt, lifting against him. The incredible pleasure only made her heart ache more. Now she knew what she would be missing when it ended. The pleasure. The intimacy. The feeling of being desired. It was more potent than even her fantasies. “So good. Too good. I knew it would be. I knew this would happen. I just couldn’t resist. I wanted it too much. It only makes it worse.”
Sliding his hand down her neck, to her shoulder, and then lower, he closed it on her breast, massaging gently. “Makes what worse, honey? God, you feel good. I’ve been imagining you naked for months, but my imagination didn’t come close to reality.”
Jasmine cried out as he withdrew and surged into her again, moaning when he slid his hand under her bottom and lifted her to him, a movement that allowed him to thrust even deeper.
