Dangerous Love(27)

A rake of his gaze from head to toe, M’s body rocked. Those size C breasts filled his large palms as if made specifically for his hands and his hands alone. That fair skin flushed when overheated and stayed pink for well over an hour. But what drove him crazy, was when he pulled off those damn pants and found her shaved. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Not one woman he had on his call list ever completely shaved herself bare. No, they'd leave a landing strip pointing the direction they wanted him to go. As if he needed a guide.

Reaching forward, mesmerized by her pussy that taunted him, he swiped a long finger down her silky folds.

"Why do you shave it?" he asked and slid his finger into her core, slowly pulsating in and out. She was already slick, her body ripe for him.

Mackenzie braced herself on her arms while her head dropped back, eyes closed.

"Why?" he breathed.

"Feels cleaner," she rasped.

"Does it?" he mused, continuing his seduction.

"Mmmhmm."

In perfect rhythm with his ministrations, her hips moved, begging for more. He loved the pure ecstasy written across those beautiful features. "Do you want me again?" he teased.

"Oh God, Derk," she mewled.

He smiled, loving the sound of his name coming off those full, berry colored lips. No woman had made his name sound so sexy. "Say my name again."

"Derk."

"Again," he demanded.

"Derk."

"That's it, baby. I want you screaming my name from now on when I make you come," he breathed, then tackled her backward, devouring her mouth. It was going to be a long, satisfying night.



***



Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Derk stood in his kitchen sated, blurry eyed, tired, yet re-invigorated. How the hell had that happened?

Mac, that's how.

That woman, who currently slumbered in his bed, he couldn't get enough of. A total of four times he'd fucked her before they passed out, and man if his dick wasn't stirring again at the mere thought of having her. He could go up and slid into her rockin' body and she’d accept it. There wasn't anything he didn't like about the woman, which threw him off. Not one woman he had sex with had he ever become attached. Ever. It wasn’t in his cards. He wasn’t the commitment type. He didn’t want tied down by a gold ring. Marriage turned the sane into lunatics. He’d had a front row seat to his parents’ fucked up marriage.

A quick or slow bang, he’d see women off afterward with a thanks, a pat on the ass, and let them know he’d possibly call them again. For another roll between the sheets. And each woman understood the score and didn’t mind. He couldn't give a shit less about fidelity, the entire boring couple thing, dates, gifts, etcetera. Since the day he lost his virginity at age fifteen, he'd never been concerned with attaching himself to a girl...woman...whatever. Not that this one night meant they were headed down the aisle.

A shudder ran down his spine.

They could get their fill from each other, then part ways when the time suited.

The front door silently opening and closing warned him Smith entered the house and would be headed his direction. A moment later, his friend sauntered into the kitchen with his travel mug in hand.

Derk stepped out of the way of the coffee pot and watched Smith mutely fill his cup.

"What time's visiting?" he asked Smith.

"Two to four, then six to nine. Jack thinks they'll have to stay straight through and even run over," his friend answered evenly.

Glancing at the clock, it was ten in the morning. Plenty of time to get another quickie in with Mac, shower, dress, then head to the funeral home, unless... "Do they need us beforehand?"

Smith shook his head. "No, just at the funeral home. To keep an eye on things."

Sounds of soft feet padding down the hardwood floor grabbed both their attentions. Smith cocked a brow.

Mackenzie appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but his tee shirt and a pair of black lace hip hugger panties. Hair askew, black eyeliner smudged, and sleepy eyed, she was gorgeous. Shyly smiling his direction, she stopped, not approaching him.

"Babe." His voice cracked.

"Mornin'," she croaked.

"Coffee?" he asked, trying to appear casual, leaning against the counter. Really, he just wanted to throw her up on the sink, rip off those underwear, and sink into her edible body. In fact, he never got a taste last night. He caught himself licking his lips.

"Green tea?" she asked.

Smith snorted.

Whipping around, apparently she'd never seen his buddy. That, he liked. She'd been solely focused on him that she hadn’t noticed the other man in the room.

"Oh," she squeaked in surprise.

About to bolt from the room, Derk grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his warmth. Instantly, she snuggled against him, as if seeking refuge from her half-naked body. Niiiiccce.