Mac knew that whatever happened next, it would never be just fucking, because the connection he shared with Kendall grew stronger with each and every passing moment. She’d used the words “make love,” and that was exactly what he’d do, albeit in a style and manner of his own choosing. Kendall was special. So special as to take his breath away every time she so much as looked at him.
He unwrapped her legs from around his waist and gently lowered her to the ground. As she stood barefoot before him, he realized just how delicate and feminine she was. “Oh, honey, you are so going to enjoy this.”
She smiled but said nothing, and he knew she was as willing to move things on as he was. As he stared at her, he marveled at her beauty. Her negligee, now completely transparent because of the incessant rain, clung to every single curve of her perfect body. He particularly liked the way the wet satin caressed her breasts, emphasizing her hardened, aroused nipples.
He stepped from his boxer shorts, grateful that his cock was free at last. “Like what you see, honey?”
“Love it, sir.”
“Turn around, Kendall.”
She complied.
Fully aware of his cock twitching in front of him, he ripped the negligee from her body. To begin with, the suction kept part of it in place, the moisture sealing it to her flesh. Another determined yank finished the job, leaving her naked before him.
Kendall seemed to know what he wanted, because she proudly raised her chin, allowing long blonde hair, which had darkened from the rain, to cascade down her back.
He shook his head. He’d never felt this way about a woman before. “Oh, honey, have you any idea what you’re doing to this guy.”
She glanced over her shoulder, in that sexy Hollywood pose, the one that starlets seemed to love so much. “Yes. Yes, of course I do. I’m not a child, Mac.”
He moved her hair to one side, briefly holding it to his nose as he reveled in the texture and scent of her rain-soaked locks. Then, presented with the most beautiful, flawless back imaginable, he proceeded to lick the rain that flowed sensuously down the sculpted contours.
Starting at her shoulder blades, he adored every inch, working slowly downward until he reached her perfectly cinched waist. The taste of the soft rainwater mixing with her skin was an aphrodisiac, and as she quivered beneath his touch, he couldn’t help but worship the goddess standing before him. As lightning burned the sky blinding white again, Mac realized that Kendall was the only woman in the world for him.
Her ass was the perfect peach, and he tenderly circled then squeezed each individual globe, before licking the rainwater from them. Kendall was the complete package—intelligent, compassionate, and sexy as hell. The more time he spent with her, the more he realized she wasn’t the callous, self-serving thief he had first thought her to be.
Dropping to his knees, he used the fingers of both hands to spread her ass cheeks wide, before running his tongue along the length of her crack, catching the raindrops as they funneled down to him.
The storm grew stronger, the big guy upstairs clearly eager to demonstrate his power over the mere mortals living out their lives below him. Rain came down with such force now, it bounced off the limestone tiles surrounding the swimming pool with an energy that was awe-inspiring. Thunder roared its displeasure overhead, and the lightning grew brighter and more violent. Mac loved nature at its most powerful, and he figured Kendall did, too, because she stood with her arms spread wide and her face tilted to the wild night sky. Her sensuous mouth lay open, catching the rain as it fell, shrinking from none of it.
Mac wanted more. What man with red blood coursing through his veins wouldn’t? He spun her around, pulling her down as he did so, until she lay flat on her back close to the edge of the pool. So close in fact that her left hand dangled into the frothy water that overflowed onto the tiles.
He’d worship her pussy, too, and with sexual urges that needed to be satisfied, he spread her legs wide, before burying his tongue deep inside her silky smooth cunt, enjoying the uniquely feminine taste and scent.
Mac felt her hand in his hair, gently at first, but the more he stimulated her clit, the more the gentleness disappeared, until she pulled and twisted with a painful intensity.
Her breathy words encouraged him even more. “Fuck me, Mac. Please. I’m begging you.”
Chapter Eight
Mac’s wonderful silver-gray eyes were partially hooded as he lay his magnificent naked body over hers, sliding his huge erect prick inside her with a force that bordered on the brutal. He’d take her any way he wanted, and that was just fine by her.
“Yes, Mac, oh, yes.” Kendall feverishly wrapped her arms around him, desperate not to let him go, reveling in the way his muscular body shielded her from the rain that hammered against his bare back. As she clung to him, she couldn’t help but notice that his skin was burning hot, and she watched transfixed as the tension rippled erotically from his biceps, down through his powerful forearms as he held his weight from her.