Hungry Like the Wolf(62)

She shook her head, unable to do more than mutter incoherently.

He kissed her again, sucking gently on her lower lip before trailing his mouth over to her ear. “Tell me exactly what you need, Mackenzie.”

She had no idea why, but the way he whispered her name—her full name—in her ear that way, demanding that she communicate exactly what she wanted him to do turned her on like mad. She probably wouldn’t have been able to say it, not if he’d been looking at her. But with his mouth by her ear like it was, that wasn’t a problem.

“I need you to take me hard and fast, Gage.”

He gave her exactly what she asked for, pounding into her with a powerful rhythm that threatened to break the bed.

On either side of her head, Gage’s arms were tense as he balanced above her in an effort to keep his weight from crushing her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down even as she lifted her hips to meet his. Instead of feeling smothered by his big, muscular body, she felt protected by it. And that only made the orgasm rolling through her even more powerful.

She buried her face in the curve of his neck and dug her nails into the rippling muscles of his shoulders. She didn’t mean to hurt him, but she was too far gone to do anything about it. She cried out, squeezing him so tightly with her legs she had no idea how he could even keep thrusting. But he did, and it transported her to a world of pleasure she hadn’t known existed until tonight.

When she felt him stiffen above her, felt every muscle in that spectacular body of his contracting at once, she knew he was coming with her.

It was amazing. It was beautiful. It was perfect.

Gage rolled onto his side and pulled her into his arms. Mac snuggled up to him, throwing her arm possessively over his chest. This felt so completely right—like she’d won the boyfriend lottery. Gage was the guy she’d been looking for without even knowing she was looking.

She laughed at how crazy that was.

“What’s so funny?” Gage asked softly.

Since it might be a little early to confess she might be falling in love with him, she decided to fib. Men could get so squirrely about stuff like that.

“Nothing.” She traced her fingers over the perfectly sculpted muscle of his chest. “It’s just that was the best sex of my life.”

That hadn’t been a fib, though. Sex like that was probably illegal in some states.

It was his turn to laugh.

She tilted her head to look at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he mimicked. “It’s just that you’re talking like the night’s over when it’s only just getting started.”

“Seriously?”

He rolled her onto her back, balancing above her. His eyes had taken on that smolder she was getting to be familiar with. “Seriously.”

That was when she realized the cock pressing against her was well on its way to getting hard again. She sucked in her breath as he slid his shaft up and down her pussy like a sex toy.

“Mmm.” She sighed. “And what do you have in mind this time?”

He gave her a lazy grin. “I don’t know. Maybe we’ll try out a half dozen different positions or so until you find one that’s your favorite. Then we’ll just stay in that one until you tell me you can’t come anymore.”

Fresh heat pooled between her thighs, and she bit her lip. “I think I can come a lot before calling it quits.”

“Then I guess we’re in for a really long night.”

Gage rolled off her and repositioned her on her hands and knees. His breath was warm on the skin of her lower back as he pressed a kiss to her bottom.

She buried her face into the bedding and moaned. “The longer the better.”





Chapter 9


Gage sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mackenzie sleep. He could tell from her slow, steady heart rate and even breathing that she was well on her way to dreamland. Not surprising. They’d gone at it for hours. She was sleeping the deep sleep of a well-satisfied woman. He only wished he could stay in bed with her. She’d worn him out, too.

After spending hours with her, rolling around in bed, on the floor, and up against the wall, he knew she was The One—period. He believed to his very core she was the woman he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

He glanced at the clock—0400 hours. He needed to move. Even though every fiber of his being demanded he climb into bed with Mackenzie, wrap his body protectively around her, and never let her go.

Perversely, that was part of the reason he had to leave. Mackenzie was in his life now and that meant she was in danger, unless he dealt with Hardy. Putting it off would only endanger Mackenzie even more.

He scribbled a quick note on a scrap of paper he found in her nightstand. Something about needing to get more condoms—and donuts. He didn’t think she’d wake up before he got back, but if she did, he didn’t want her freaking out and leaving the apartment looking for him. Or thinking he’d left her.