by Leah Brooke
As Tom drove away, Mac pulled her tighter against him and turned toward the house. “He’s right about one thing. I am a lucky man, and I’m about to get luckier.”
Lifting her face to his, Jasmine smiled, the last of her unease melting away when he bent to touch his lips to hers. “How about all the excitement Tom was talking about? Is that something that men miss when they become too comfortable?”
Grinning, Mac opened the door, and ushered her inside. After closing the door behind him, he turned and leaned back against it, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes raked over her, the wicked intent in them sending erotic chills racing through her. “Oh, I’m not worried about lack of excitement.”
His eyes narrowed, sharpening when she kicked off her shoes and slipped out of her jacket. “Just being with you is exciting for me, and as for conquests…” His smile, pure sin, sent a surge of heat to her slit, dampening her panties and making her clit swell.
Her pussy, and to her amazement, her ass, clenched in anticipation, her nipples pebbling and pressing against her bra. Her gaze dropped to the front of his jeans, her heart beating even faster when she saw the bulge there.
Knowing it would be a long time before either one of them thought of dinner, she swallowed heavily and perched on the arm of the chair, her heart racing with excitement. The happiness she’d felt all day came rushing back.
Lifting a brow, she adopted a stern look. “You interested in making conquests, too?”
Straightening, Mac moved to the chair across from her and dropped into it. He began to unlace his work boots, his gaze knowing. “As a matter of fact, I’m looking forward to conquering you.”
Jasmine tried, but couldn’t hold back a smile. Leaning back, she watched Mac put his boots aside, her stomach tightening when he got to his feet and started toward her. “Excuse me? What if I don’t want to be conquered?”
Reaching her side, he gripped her upper arms and pulled her to her feet. “Too late. I already know that you do. I want to make you melt each time I make love to you. I want you so consumed by pleasure you’ll be putty in my hands.”
He slid his hands up her shirt, trailing his fingers over her stomach and making the muscles there quiver. “I plan to spend the rest of my life conquering every gorgeous inch of you.”
He unhooked the front closure of her bra and lifted her shirt to her chin, baring her breasts. “Including some of those inhibitions. Twenty or thirty years from now, you won’t have any inhibitions left.” Pinching her nipples lightly, he stared down at her, his eyes narrowing at her cry. “I plan to spend every day softening you up. You’ll be so in love with me, and so used to the pleasure I give you that you won’t be able to live without me.”
Bending, he took a nipple into his hot mouth, teasing it with his tongue and sending ribbons of heat through her.
Jasmine moaned at the sharp pleasure, rubbing her thighs against the ache that settled at her slit, an ache that she knew only Mac could relieve. “I’m already in love with you, and I’m very much afraid that losing you now would kill me.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Jazz.” Releasing her, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Holding it up high, he released one end to let the black strip of material dangle in front of her face.
“You won’t be going anywhere, either. I plan to tie you to the bed for the next hour or so.”
“What?” Her knees turned to rubber at the idea of being naked, tied up, and at Mac’s mercy.
Mac smiled, a wicked smile that made her clit tingle. “You heard me. Men like the hunt, remember?” Whipping her shirt over her head, he tossed it and her bra aside. “We’re predators.”
Jasmine shivered at the feel of the soft, black material sliding over her nipples, letting her eyes close as she leaned into him. “Mac.”
Love for him swelled inside her until she thought she would burst.
“I love you so damned much. Sometimes it hurts.” Smiling when Mac lifted her chin, she opened her eyes again, looking into his dark ones, her breath catching at the glint in them.
Mac smiled, a sinful smile she’d already come to love.
“I’d never hurt you that way. Never. Your love is safe with me.” A dark brow went up. “Your ass, though, is going to be hot the next time you don’t get out of the way of danger when I tell you.”
“What?” Jasmine poked at his stomach. “I already told you—”
“And I already told you what would happen if you did it again.” Reaching out, he caressed a nipple, smiling when she shivered. “Tonight, I have something else in mind.”
Jasmine gulped, sucking in a breath when he drew out more of the black strips and eyed them thoughtfully.
“I’ve never been tied up, Mac.”
Pursing his lips, Mac nodded. “I didn’t think so. Once I get you naked and tied spread-eagle to the bed, I’m going to burying my face between those thighs and make you come until you beg for mercy.”
Sucking in another breath when his finger trailed over a nipple, Jasmine bit back a moan. “Mac, I—”
“You get a ten second head start. One.”
Jasmine stilled, her heart racing.
Mac’s brow went up. “Two.”
With a squeal, Jasmine raced for the bedroom, laughing when she realized Mac was hot on her heels. “Is this your idea of hunting?” She feigned to the left.
“Yep.” He was ready for her when she dodged to the right, reaching out an arm to snag her.
Her laughter stopped when he pulled her against him, and with a sigh, she ran her fingers through his hair. “I do love you, you know.”
Mac grinned. “I know. I’ve known for quite a while. It drove me crazy.”
He tossed her to the bed, following quickly, and stripping her out of her clothes. “I’m still tying you to the bed.”
Reaching up, she cupped his jaw, filled with wonder that such a remarkable man belonged to her. Seeing him with Tom clarified everything. “Of course you are. You always keep your promises, don’t you?”
Mac’s smile had to be the most beautiful thing she ever saw, the knowledge of her trust in him shining in his eyes. “Absolutely.”
“Something inside me must have known something was wrong. I should have trusted my instincts.”
Covering her body with his, Mac brushed her lips with his. “What are your instincts telling you now?”
Grinning, she slid her hands into his hair, rubbing against him. “That you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Trust your instincts, baby.”
“And that you’re a wicked, wicked man.”
Mac grinned and nodded once, gripping her wrist and tying it to the bed. “Not a damned thing wrong with your instincts. Now, I’m going to spread you wide and have my dessert before dinner.”
Giggling, Jasmine arched toward him. “That is wicked.”
Mac reached for her other arm, tying it despite her struggles. “Baby, you have no idea how wicked I can be.”
THE END
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
About the Author
Leah Brooke, Loving Ambush [Erotically Yours 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)
