She blinked, shocked.
"Are you getting in my truck or what?"
"You're an ass."
"You're absolutely right. But I can't get past you, M. And right now I don't want to. Fucking come home with me and get into my bed. You want to cry? Cry on my chest while I hold you naked in my bed. You want to scream? Scream while naked in my bed. You want to laugh. Laugh while naked in my bed." He grinned. "In fact, I'd love to see you laugh. Those tits will jiggle nicely."
She smacked him. "Pig."
He grabbed the nape of her neck and held her in place. "M," he said softly, gently. Showing a side that Mackenzie was positive no one else got to see, he said, "I'm asking for you to come home with me."
First, he didn’t ask her anything. But, when put like that, she understood what he meant. Derk didn't beg a woman. Probably never had to. They gave. He took.
"Yes," she said, because at that moment, her heart won out over her head. Again. Boy, she was stupid.
***
When they stepped through the front door of Derk’s home, he didn’t waste a second. He pinned her up against the door and took her mouth in a blazing kiss that had her mind going blank. They were all hands, tongues, and mouths as they stripped each other of their clothing. Derk’s expert fingers toyed with her breasts, kneading and plucking away at her nipples. Nudging her chest into the palm of his hands, her desperation for his expert touch melted away any internal monologue that consistently questioned.
When he donned the condom, she didn’t know. How had she missed that?
Derk lifted her and in one swift thrust, he impaled her.
“Mac,” he grunted and claimed her mouth in another toe curling kiss.
His hands squeezed her ass as he pounded into her. Mackenzie’s back hit against the metal door, but she didn’t notice or care. Derk’s powerful body claimed hers, and she willingly gave herself over.
“Fuck, Mac, tell me you’re mine.”
She wanted to. She wanted to blurt it from her lips and tie herself to him. She wanted to fully give her heart to him but something held her back. That inner voice returned with the order, “get answers first.”
When she didn’t reply, Derk seemingly dropped the subject.
He took one of her breasts into his mouth, as if trying to inhale all of her body. They moved simultaneously in a perfect rhythm, completely in-sync with each other. He hoisted her up higher and ground deeper. Her orgasm hit her suddenly, crashing over her. Her body clenched around Derk and yanked him further into her. Her name rumbled from his chest, rattled off every hallway surface as he came.
Derk’s head feel to the crook of her neck. Her lungs screamed for air. His body still connected to hers, he carried her upstairs to his bedroom.
“You’re staying the night, M. Every fucking night, you’re with me,” he said, his voice unrelenting, not to be trifled.
What he didn’t realize was that if he didn’t answer her many questions, their time together would be over. No matter how much it’d hurt her.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Again.
22
There was nothing sexier than Mac sexually spent, sprawled out over his body. Derk couldn’t get enough of the woman. Four in the morning, they’d been going at it off and on like rabbits for a couple hours. His body had an endless supply of lovin’ for her.
“How old are you?” M asked, her voice tired.
Unwillingly he slid her off his body and pulled the blankets over them. He wrapped an arm around her flat stomach and lightly stroked her satin skin. “Thirty-five.”
“You know a lot about me.” She glanced over her shoulder, those big blue eyes assessing him.
He brushed her beautiful auburn hair out of the way to get a good look at her. He wanted to see the reactions that came over her features. “I do.” He kissed her neck. “But not the intimate details. The dirty stories that’ll get me hot for you.”
“Derk, ” she admonished.
“Bet you have a car load of them. Gingers are wild girls.”
“Not this one,” she countered.
“You’re with me, sweetheart. ‘Fraid to tell you, you’re officially part of the bad girl club now.”
She turned in his arms. “Tell me what you do for a living.”
He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t go into details about his life. A world where he maimed and murdered. A world that would one day put him in hell for eternity. An inevitability that never entered his thoughts. He couldn’t control what happened to him when he left this life, only what occurred while he was alive. And since he could sleep with himself at night, he had no issues.
“Mac−”