by Bethany-Kris
“Not a normal job.” Then, Mac brushed the stray waves of Melina’s hair away from her neck, letting his knuckles graze over her skin. She was soft and hot under his touch. He kept finding himself wondering what other parts of her felt like. “Dance with me.”
“The last time I danced with a good-looking man, it got me into trouble.”
Mac kissed the shell of her ear and felt her shudder under his hold. “Because you didn’t dance with me. Instead, you danced with a fool.”
Melina tried to hold back her smile, but she failed. Mac took that as a victory.
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” Mac said.
“Can you even dance?”
“Don’t be offensive.”
“Should I add that to your list of things?” she asked.
“That, and this, too,” Mac said, letting his knuckles ghost over her neck again.
Melina’s smile grew into a sexy little grin as her brown eyes found his. “What?”
“Touching you. I’m discovering I like doing that a lot, too.”
“Okay.”
“Is that all you’ve got to say?”
Melina shrugged. “No. I might like it, too. Dance with me, Mac.”
Mac was already pulling her out onto the floor and into the smothering crowd before she could even finish her sentence. Melina gasped the sweetest sound when Mac snagged her wrist in his palm and turned her fast to face him. Swallowed by the people, they were just another couple under the flashing lights and loud music.
“Closer,” Mac said, tugging Melina into his body. “You need to be closer for this, doll.”
Mac drove a hand down the small of her back until his fingertips danced just above the swell of her ass. His fingers wove with hers as he pushed against her back until she was tucked firmly into his chest.
“Closer,” he demanded.
Melina’s bottom lip caught between her teeth when Mac pushed her even closer, until their noses touched and his groin was pressing to her pelvis. The music vibrated the floor with its heavy bass. Mac was too focused on the way Melina’s hips moved with his and her hands fisting into the sides of his T-shirt.
Her movements were sensual and left behind the feeling of sex. She stayed close to him the entire time and never once did her gaze waver from his. Mac wasn’t sure he could remember a time when he’d had a woman like this one in his hands. He was pretty damned sure Melina was in a league of her own.
Mac let his barriers drop as the music turned up in pace. His hands roamed over Melina’s curves, imprinting them to memory for a moment. What would she look like in nothing but caramel skin and waves of her hair?
“What is a gun moll, anyway?” she asked.
Mac slowed their dancing, surprised at her question. When he’d asked her about it at Guido’s club, she had given him a blank stare and no answer. Mac decided to let it go. She clearly hadn’t been in the mood for it then.
“Mac?”
He let go of her waist to skim his thumb over her chin.
“She’s one hell of a woman,” Mac finally settled on saying.
“Is that it?”
Not even close.
“She’s the one that no one ever expects. She’s the pretty face in the corner that everyone overlooks. She smiles and bats her lashes, but when you turn your back, she’ll cut your fucking heart out from behind. She’s dangerous. She’s amazing. She’s a mobster’s girl, the unsuspecting lady with a gun hidden under her coat, and the only thing a man can trust to follow through. That, doll, is a gun moll.”
Melina’s fingers wrapped around Mac’s belt. “Why would you ask me about one?”
Because Mac figured she’d make a damn good one.
“Spend the night with me,” he said instead.
Melina opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“I know you want to say no. It’s just your goddamn nature. Don’t say no, Melina. Give up a little bit of that control and ice queen persona. Just for a night. What will it hurt?”
“A lot, maybe,” she whispered.
“Spend the night with me, doll.” Mac drove Melina into his body again, letting her feel the hard ridge of his erection under his jeans. She should know what her tight curves, brash attitude, and sexy smile did for him. “It would be damned good and you know it.”
Melina sucked in a harsh breath. “Oh, that’s one thing I don’t doubt.”
“I want to take you somewhere. I want under this dress, Melina. I want you on a bed, bent over, or on your knees. I want to taste you when I bury my face between your thighs. I want you to shake and scream. I don’t care where or how, but I want it. Tonight.”
“Men always ask.”
Mac smirked. “And I bet you always say no, don’t you?”
“Because they ask.”
Assertive men, he knew. Melina liked to think she was in control. Men who thought they were in control with her always lost because the girl was a fucking shark. Mac was positive she could smell a man’s weakness and she got off on it.
“I bet you’ve had weak men all over you, right?” Mac laughed and shook his head. “Pussy-weak men who don’t have the first clue how to handle a woman like you and they don’t know what to do with you. I think what you need the most is a man who will put you on your knees because he knows you’ll fucking like it and ask for more. You want a man that’ll be rough with you, one that will take you and own you, because he knows you want it like that, not because it’s the one and only time he gets control over you. How close am I?”
A heat pinked Melina’s cheeks and her breaths came out harder than before. “You’re getting there.”
“There’s no question here, doll,” Mac said, taking a step back from her. “You either go with me or you don’t, but I won’t ask for it. You won’t see me beg for it. I’m not that kind of man.”
Melina nodded. “I know.”
“And you like it.”
“I do.”
Mac unlocked the door to his apartment and pushed it open. Standing back with a hand to the door, he let Melina walk in ahead of him.
He let the door close and then shrugged off his jacket. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Melina take in his small, two-bedroom apartment. The open concept of the place hid nothing except the closed bedrooms and the bathroom at the far end. The earthy tones, modern furniture, and pieces of art on the walls were mostly compliments of Mac’s sister, Victoria. She liked to decorate. Mac didn’t give a damn what his place looked like, as long as it was decent.
“Nice place,” she said, hanging her coat and purse on a hook.
“Thanks. It’s livable.”
“It’s comfortable, cozy.”
Melina smoothed her dress down by running her hands over her sides. The action had her hips and ass swaying a little. Mac’s gaze and body instantly tuned in to that and nothing else. Melina was sexy as fuck and the woman didn’t even have to try. While he admired the view of Melina in his apartment, Mac kicked off his shoes.
“Did you notice if your boss’s guys followed us from the club?” Melina asked.
Mac was done worrying about Guido’s nonsense for the moment. “Hey.”
Melina tossed him a look over her shoulder. “What?”
“I don’t know if they followed us or not. I’ve been too focused on you to care.”
“That’s not very smart.”
“I have priorities, doll,” Mac drawled with a sly grin.
“Like getting me into your bed.”
“I’m not trying on that end at all. You’re already here.”
Melina laughed. “So, why are we still talking?”
Why, indeed?
“The heels stay on,” Mac said.
Melina’s brow furrowed. “My heels?”
“The heels stay on, doll, until I take them off.”
Mac didn’t give her a chance to respond. Before she could blink, Mac was on her. His hand tangled into Melina’s hair and he tugged her head back. Wide, bro
wn eyes gazed up at him with a heat burning brightly. Mac grabbed her waist tightly and gave a little yank on her hair. Those pink lips of hers parted with a quiet moan.
“I’m sure you know, but you’re beautiful.”
Melina released a shaky breath. “Thank you.”
“Never thank me for the truth, doll.”
The sharpness was back in Melina’s eyes in a flash. Mac felt her fingernails score into his midsection through his T-shirt. Pleasure danced up his spine at the sting her touch left behind.
Melina yanked on his shirt. “Kiss me, Mac.”
“You don’t make the calls here, Melina.”
She pouted.
She fucking pouted.
And it was goddamn beautiful.
“But—”
Mac didn’t let her get whatever she was going to say out. He kissed her instead, bruisingly hard. Melina’s gasp allowed Mac the chance to dive into the heat of her soft mouth all over again. He hadn’t forgotten what she tasted like, but he still felt starved for it all the same. Pulling her hair again, Mac tipped her head back until she was bent in his hold and under his power. Without his hands holding her up, she would surely fall.
Melina trembled under the kiss. Her tongue danced with his, fighting for control. Mac refused to let her have it. He kissed her deeper, feeling her teeth scrape over his lips until the soft pants of her breaths turned ragged.
Pulling away, Mac flashed his teeth in a wicked smile. “But I’ll kiss you for doing that, doll.”
Melina’s tongue peeked out to swipe her lips. “What did I do?”
“You’ll figure it out. You’re a quick woman.”
“Can we stop talking now?” she asked.
Fuck, yes.
Mac released his grip in Melina’s hair and spun her around. He found the tiny little zipper at the top of her dress and yanked it down. Once the dress was opened and split down her back, he ran his palms from the bottom of her spine all the way to the top. A shudder worked its way over her body as Mac pulled the dress down over her shoulders and let it drop. Under her dress was nothing but navy blue lace and caramel-toned skin. Mac took a couple of steps backwards just to admire the view.
“Step out of it,” Mac said.
Melina turned in the little puddle of clothes and stepped forward. Her heels clicked on the wood floor. From the swell of her breasts to the curves of her hips, she was all woman. The flat, smooth contour of her stomach led straight down to the lace boy-shorts she wore. Her skin was unmarked, beautiful, and begging for his hands to be all over it.
Every inch.
He wanted to feel, taste, and explore every inch of this woman.
“Tell me one thing you want,” Mac said, his tone gruff and thick.
Melina glanced away. “Why, won’t you just say no?”
“I told you to tell me, doll. Stop wasting time, or I’ll just give and you’ll take. No doubt, you’ll enjoy it all the same, but I’d still like to know what you want right now.”
“I want you on your knees.”
Mac took her admission in. “Does that make you feel powerful when a man is on the floor for you?”
Melina laughed, but it came out breathy and deep. “How do you know this shit?”
“So, it does.”
“I like it,” she said simply.
Mac hooked a finger and then pointed in front of himself. Melina crossed a few steps between them.
“Take it off,” Mac said, waving a hand at her brasserie.
Melina unhooked the clasp holding the cups of her bra together at the front. Her thumbs skimmed under the straps and she tugged it down over her arms. The moment her breasts were free, Mac took the chance to cup them in his hands. He grazed his thumbs over the hardening peaks of her nipples until Melina’s eyes were closing and her head tipped back.
“I’m feeling sorely underdressed at the moment,” Melina said softly.
“Hush, doll.”
“But—”
“The quicker I take my clothes off, the faster this will end.”
Melina snapped her mouth shut. Mac chuckled.
Then, he dropped down to the floor. He kept his gaze on her face all the while.
Melina’s eyes popped open when Mac’s right hand fisted her boy-shorts and began to pull them down her shapely legs. Using his left hand, he snapped the inside of her thigh to make her widen her stance. Melina did without argument. Between her thighs, the sliver of her sex peeked out at him. Bare and smooth, he could already see the lips of her sex were wet with her arousal.
“It’s terribly sad, you know,” Mac said when Melina stepped out of the underwear.
“What is?”
“That not one single man has ever gotten down on his knees for you, while still being capable of making you lose control.”
Melina’s hands balled into fists at her sides. “Never.”
“Well, this should be fun for you. Be sure to let me hear every sound you make, doll. I like a loud woman.”
“You are—”
“Fucking wonderful,” Mac interrupted with a cock of his brow. “It’s something people learn to accept over time.”
That was the only thing Mac gave Melina before he grabbed her thighs, pulled her forward, and then buried his face between her thighs. His mouth encased her hot sex and his tongue slid from her wet slit all the way up to her throbbing little clit. The nub pulsed under his tongue when he teased it with gentle, short flicks. One of Melina’s hands found its way into his hair and grabbed tight enough to hurt.
Mac didn’t mind.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed.
Mac grinned, watching her shake above him. Fast, sharp jabs of his tongue moved from her hard clit back down to her slit. Mac’s fingers bit into her thighs, spreading her wider for him. He wanted more of her, all of her. The tartly-sweet flavor of her come flooded his taste buds as he fucked her pussy with his tongue and teased her with nips of his teeth.
“Christ … Mac!”
The harder her body shook for him, the faster he worked her sex. Melina held him firm to her body, her hips rolling into his face with every swipe of his tongue and lips on her pussy. Mac pulled back, just enough to let the climbing wave of her oncoming orgasm fade away. He held strong to her thighs, refusing to let her come any closer to his mouth as he bit a path along the inside of her thigh. His lips came close enough to her sex that he could taste the smear of her come on her skin.
“Ask me for it, doll,” Mac murmured before kissing the hood of her sex.
Melina sucked in a sharp breath. “No.”
Melina swayed above him, her heavy breasts heaving and her fingers tightening in his hair. Her resolve was breaking and Mac knew it.
“If you want that, you have to ask me for it,” Mac said.
Letting go of her right side, Mac slid two of his fingers between her thighs and ghosted the digits over her sex. Her body rocked with slight tremors. The quieter she turned—with her blazing brown eyes boring into him down below—the more Mac stroked her sex. He let the tips of his fingers glide against her slippery entrance and stretch her open just enough for her to feel his digits inside her pussy.
Mac was dying to bend this woman over and fill her full of his cock, and see if she could really let it all go.
“You’re soaked, Melina. All over my mouth, my fingers, and this beautiful pussy of yours. You are fucking soaked. Just ask me for it like I know you can and I’ll give it to you. I’ll fuck you with my fingers while my tongue fucks your clit until you can’t breathe, you can’t think, and you’re begging me for more. Ask me, doll. That’s it. Open that pretty mouth of yours and ask me for it.”
Melina whined. The sound came off broken and aching.
“So good,” Mac whispered against her skin. “You sound so damned good.”
“I want to come,” Melina said breathlessly.
“Not what I asked for.”
“Please make me come.”
A slow, easy smile spread over Mac�
��s lips. “Perfetto, bella.”
“Please,” Melina said in a breath. “I want it. I want to come, please.”
“Nice and loud, doll. Remember?”
Melina nodded.
Mac gave her what she wanted. His fingers slid into her tight core the very second his mouth encased her trembling sex again. Drawing her clit into his mouth, he teased the swollen nub with his tongue and teeth while his fingers worked a hard and deep beat in Melina’s pussy. He could feel her inner walls hugging him and flexing around his intrusion.
Melina choked out a broken cry. “Jesus Christ.”
Mac curled his digits hard into the fleshy spot inside Melina’s sex as he sucked hard on her clit. Her juices flooded his fingers as she shouted his name loud enough for it to echo in the dark, quiet apartment. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, Mac watched the sliver of a tear fall from the corner of Melina’s eye. Shaking and riding out the final waves of her orgasm, Melina damn near crumpled when her knees buckled.
Mac was up off the floor and holding her up before she could fall. Taking her face between his palms, Mac kissed her trembling lips. Melina didn’t shy away from the taste of her come on his mouth or the roughness of his fingers digging into her jaw and cheek.
“More,” she demanded.
Mac felt her hands at his pants, working the belt to get it off. Mac grabbed the foil packet he knew was in his back pocket before she could get his pants off completely. He let her fumble with the belt until it was yanked off and his jeans were being shoved down. The heavy, thick length of his erection strained against his boxer-briefs as he kicked his pants aside. Melina, gasping for breath when Mac attacked her neck with his mouth, drove her hands up under his shirt to pull it off, too. He only let go of her long enough to get the offending fucking clothes off.
Skin on skin.
That’s what he wanted.
All over this woman.
Mac needed it.
Grabbing the backs of her thighs, Mac lifted Melina off the floor. He turned her around until he could steady her against the wall. Melina’s hands grappled for something steady, but she only yanked the coats off their hooks in the process.
“Fuck,” Mac groaned when she rolled her bare sex into his erection.
Christ, it felt so good.
