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He closed his eyes, trying to stave off the inevitable release, aware it hadn’t been anywhere close to long enough. That a lifetime might not be long enough where she was concerned. Mackenzie didn’t seem to be strung tight. Wasn’t obviously poised on the edge like him, clawing at anything that would give him a hint of control, until she faltered.
Prying his eyelids open took a few attempts, but he finally managed to stare down at her. And damn, she seemed as wrecked as he felt. Her chest heaving nearly as much as his as she worked his length, looking as if she was ready to explode.
His chest tightened, a deep warmth spreading up through his core. He stopped thrusting then tugged on her hair, waiting until she finally met his gaze. “Mackenzie.”
That’s all he managed around the lump in his throat — the thickness making it hard to form the right words. Three in particular he feared would change everything.
She furrowed her brow, then eased free, pushing to her feet a moment later. Foster kept his fingers buried in her hair as he tilted her head and ravaged her mouth, drinking in every hushed rasp that seemed to scratch its way free. She was gasping for air when he finally pulled back, using the brief pause to tear off their clothes before wrapping his arm around her waist and shuffling her onto the bed.
Her thick brown hair fanned out across the sheets as he settled above her, bridging his weight on his elbows. He stared down at her, memorizing the fine curve of her jaw and how her skin blushed pink. She was beyond stunning.
Mac palmed his cheek, smiling up at him. “Foster.”
God, the way she said his name.
He nuzzled her hand. “It’s not that I wasn’t thoroughly invested in you sucking me off, I just needed…”
More? Her?
Her smile widened as she slid her hand behind his neck and dragged him down to her. “Then, what are you waiting for? Love me.”
Had she read his mind? Knew he was teetering on the edge of that cliff, ready to throw himself off? Did she feel remotely the same?
He held her gaze as he slowly sank inside her. She inhaled, her breath stalling as her head tilted back. Her eyes rolled slightly, a breathy moan escaping her full lips as the tendons in her neck corded. She dug her fingertips into his back and side when he finally bottomed out, holding himself fully seated.
Mac took a few panting breaths, clenching her jaw before meeting his gaze, again. “Foster, please…”
Her voice trailed off as he pulled back then slid home. A bit harder. Faster. Only pausing for a few moments before thrusting, again — loving the way she cried out his name.
She urged him closer, eating at his mouth as he kept his pace slow and easy. Building the heat between them until his muscles started cramping.
Mac panted against his ear, every ragged breath fraying the one thread of control he had left. “God, Foster. I need…”
She cried out as he slammed home, her voice shattering the last of his willpower. He let loose, pounding into her as the headboard knocked against the wall. Mackenzie scratched at his back, her heels giving each stroke an added boost until everything collided, and he cracked, emptying into her in a series of stabbing thrusts.
Heat tore through his veins, sending him into a numbing haze until his strength waned, and he collapsed on top of her. The room faded, nothing but their rough breath sounding above the pounding in his chest. What was likely a heart attack in the making.
It wasn’t until all that heat started to cool that he was able to open his eyes — take stock. Mackenzie’s face was scrunched up, her chest still heaving as she drew in a shaky breath then pushed it out. Tears dotted her cheek, but it was the dreamy smile curving her lips that made his heart skip a beat.
Love.
That’s what it looked like. Staring up at him when she finally opened her eyes. And he couldn’t stop from dipping in and kissing her mouth. Drinking in the softest of sighs.
He shifted his weight to one elbow, brushing his thumb along her skin. “You okay?”
She laughed. “That depends. Are we dead? Because I can’t imagine anything being better than this.”
“Pretty sure we’re both still breathing.”
“Then, that should be illegal because… damn.”
“Think you can sleep now?”
Another laugh, the easy sound bubbling up all those emotions until he had to physically stop himself from shouting out those three words he’d been thinking about earlier. “I hope Kash and Zain don’t need us because I’m not sure I can move.”
“So, no shower?”
“Only if you’re carrying me and doing all the work.”