Heat of the Storm
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She replied with a breathy moan.
Smiling, he slid up her body and covered her mouth with his. She kissed him back with fervor, her tongue eager and greedy as it explored every crevice of his mouth. He could still taste her on his lips and knowing she could taste it too quickened his pulse and drove him wild with arousal.
“I saw a lot more,” she whispered into his lips.
“Yeah? Tell me.”
“No. I’d rather show you.”
With the hint of a smile, she slid her hand between their slick, naked bodies and curled her fingers over his rock-hard shaft. White-hot pleasure sliced through him at the exact moment a streak of lightning lit up the bedroom. The light washed over Mac’s face and the raw lust he saw flashing across it made his c**k jerk in her hand.
She crawled down his body and took his dick into her mouth. The sight of her rosy lips wrapped around him caused his balls to tighten. His mind swam in a sea of excitement as her warm tongue devoured his cock, licking him from base to tip, grazing the sensitive underside and swirling over his balls. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d imagined this, fantasized about this.
“Do you like what I’m doing?” Her voice came out throaty, making her sound like the seductress she was.
“Oh yeah.”
She licked the drop of moisture that squeezed out of his tip and he shuddered. He was dangerously close to coming, so much so that he yanked her up by the hair and forced her greedy mouth away from his cock.
Gripping her waist with his hands, he ground his c**k against her pu**y and kissed her roughly. Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck. “I want you inside me again,” she said softly.
“No.”
A cloud of annoyance washed across her face. “Why the hell not?”
“Because we need to get a couple of things straight first.”
“I already don’t like the sound of this.”
“Too f**king bad.” He locked his gaze with hers and added, “This isn’t going to be one night, Mackenzie.”
“Will—”
“You’re not going to shove me back in the friend zone when we wake up tomorrow.”
From the flicker of guilt he saw in her eyes, he realized that’s exactly what she’d planned to do. Chalk this night up to a one-night-stand, or a fluke, and try to make things go back to normal. He knew her too damn well, knew how her mind worked, and right now, her mind continued to hold on to the fear that he’d leave her.
The unfounded fear. Because he would never leave her. He didn’t care about her visions, and he certainly didn’t agree with her ridiculous notion that if she let him in, she’d lose him.
Steel lacing his tone, he added, “We belong together, baby.”
Her features creased with pain. “You’re my best friend, Will.”
Frustration coiled inside of him like a rattlesnake. He was so freaking sick of hearing those words. “So what?” he shot back. “I can be your lover too.”
She tried to edge away, but he held on tight. “You won’t lose me, damn it. Your visions don’t scare me, Mac. I won’t walk away from you the next time you see the damn future.”
“You don’t get it. I can’t control what I see, or when I see it.” She sounded frazzled. “Men don’t get it. It annoys them, that I’m always in control, that I can’t just ignore the visions and focus solely on them.”
“I don’t expect you to ignore what you see.”
“I’m hard to live with.”
“You’re harder to live without.”
“It’s hard for me to let go of control in the bedroom.”
“You let go tonight.”
“Stop being so f**king logical.”
He grinned. “I can’t help it. We make sense together. You know it’s true.”
She looked like she was about to argue so he silenced her with a kiss. While his tongue tangled with hers, he stroked her br**sts with one hand, moving the other between her legs. She moaned the second his fingers brushed over her clit and he decided maybe it was time to show her again, show her how well they fit together, how fiercely he could turn her on, how much she needed him by her side.
He flipped her over onto her back and crushed her body with his. Without giving her time to react, he slid his entire length inside her. She gasped, then lifted her pelvis to draw him in deeper.
Shaking his head, he grasped her hips to stop her from moving. “Tell me you want to be with me.”
The command elicited an annoyed groan from her. She tried bucking up again, but he held her in place.
“Tell me.”
“Will—”
“Say it. Say you want to be with me.”
“I…” He watched her face, saw the myriad of emotions flickering in her eyes. “I…”
Fear. Her expression shone with fear. Damn it. She still thought she would lose him if she gave in. After everything that had just happened, she still believed he would be like all the other ass**les in her life and leave her.
“Say it,” he pleaded softly.
She swallowed then stared up at him with regret. “I can’t,” she finally whispered.
Before he could reply, she wiggled out from underneath him, leaving his c**k and his heart aching for her.
“I can’t,” she repeated, and then hurried out of the bedroom.
A second later, he heard the bathroom door in the hallway slam shut.