Page 91 of Protecting What's Mine

But she was too busy reeling him in, tightening her legs around his hips so she could feel him.

“Hallelujah for sweatpants,” she moaned when that thick shaft those pants didn’t even try to contain notched against her clit.

Big, hard, and impossible to resist, just like the rest of him.

The ache that started between her legs before he touched her intensified to an empty throbbing.

Now she knew want. Desire. Lust. Need.

Everything before was a faded black-and-white photo. But Linc’s body pressing hers against cabinet and counter was in full, high-definition color.

Thiswas what had been missing.

Hewas who had been missing.

The magnitude of her train of thought, the tsunami of physical sensation, overwhelmed her. Terrified her to the bone.Thisfelt like life and death. And that only made her more excited.

She reached between them and dragged the waistband of his sweats down. His cock sprang free triumphantly.

And those blue eyes bored into hers as she closed her fingers around his shaft. She stroked up and down and reveled in the shudder that rolled through his body, the moisture that leaked from the blunt crown.

Hewantedher.Cravedher. She knew it in her bones. And knowing was powerful.

Boldly, she slid her other hand into his pants and cupped his balls.

“Dreamy, if you don’t stop looking at me like that or touching me like that, this is gonna be a real disappointment for us both,” he said, gritting out the words.

“Make me.”

His nostrils flared at the challenge, and she thought it was the sexiest thing she’d seen. At least until he slid his hands down to her hips and yanked her tight against him. She stroked him again, harder this time, taunting him. The head of his hard-on was pinned between them. The fabric of her shorts was saturated. Every time she stroked him, he was nudging up against her hungry clit.

With impatience, Linc grabbed her shorts and pulled.

She was so fucking glad she’d shaved her legs.

“Fuck me, Mackenzie,” he breathed, skimming his hands up her bare thighs to her hips.

“That’s the plan.” Her breath was coming in quick draws already. She reached for him again, but he stopped her, pinning her hands to the cabinet behind her.

They both looked down. His veined cock strained toward her aching, empty pussy. Her muscles clenched and closed over nothing, anticipating what it would be like to be filled by him.

“I need a condom,” he said.

He licked two fingers like they were a popsicle, and Mack nearly blacked out watching him slide them into her wet flesh.

“You came over here all hot and bothered and didn’t bring one?” Her voice was shaking with need. Two fingers felt damn good.

“I didn’t want to presume.” Slowly, with the patience of a saint, he pulled his fingers out of her.

“Presume the fuck away, Hotshot.” She ended on a hiss when he drove them back into her and flexed.

Any numbness she had carried with her thawed, then simmered.

“I need to be inside you. Feel you tighten on me, squeeze me.”

On command, her walls spasmed around those skilled fingers.

“I want to know what it feels like when you come on me, Mackenzie. I need to know.”