The Day He Kissed Her (Bad Boys of Crystal Lake 3)

Lily shrugged. “If the shoe fits…”

She drained her wineglass and set it on the table carefully, her delicate fingers crinkling the edge of her napkin. Her forehead was furrowed, and she bit on her lower lip as she stared at the table. When she suddenly looked up and caught his gaze, Mackenzie felt like he was falling.

Falling into her.

Her lips were parted, her hair still riding the wind, and damn but his cock, or dick or whatever the hell she wanted to call it, was suddenly roaring to life.

“You want me,” she said softly.

Mackenzie didn’t say a word because there was no point.

Her eyes dropped down to the bulge in his shorts and damn if he didn’t twitch. “That’s good,” she whispered, eyes still on the prize. “I want you too, Mackenzie, and I don’t think I realized how much until right now. You’re different from any man I’ve met before, and maybe it’s because I see something inside you that I recognize…” Her voice trailed off and he wondered what she meant. “Or maybe it’s because I like looking at you. I like talking to you and I like touching you.” She paused and licked her lips. “I want to be with you again, Mackenzie. I want New Year’s Eve in the summer. I want you inside me.”

Jesus.

“I want it hard and fast.”

Holy. Hell. Okay, he was going to explode if she didn’t stop.

“And then I want you to make love to me, slowly, touching every inch of me with your hands, your fingers, and your mouth. I want to ride you. I want you behind me… I want you in me for as long as we want to do this.” She gestured with her hands. “Whatever it is that we want to call it. But I want us to be honest with each other. I know that you’re not a commitment guy, and I’m pretty sure you know I feel the same way. But this has to be an exclusive thing. I don’t share.”

He nodded. He could do that.

“If you meet someone and want to break it off, just tell me, or if I meet someone—”

“You won’t.”

“What?”

A heartbeat passed.

“You won’t meet anyone else,” he repeated.

And then

another.

Lily took a moment. “Okay. Seems as if we want the same thing, but…”

Mackenzie was so hot for her, he barely registered her words. To finally meet a woman who was more than willing to explore an explosive physical relationship without the emotional crap was unbelievable. Sure, he’d met a few women who walked the walk in the past, but none of them had his interest the way Lily did.

“But?” he repeated when the fog cleared.

“You need to get your shit together because I don’t want to be with a guy who likes to run away when things get heated. You’re either all in or you’re not. I get that you’ve got some issues with your family—”

“How the hell would you know anything about my family?”

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Jake is my best friend. He’s said some things…nothing specific, but enough for me to know there’s stuff there.”

Mac was going to kick Jake in the ass the next time he saw him.

“You need to get over it. When you see me, you need to leave the baggage behind. We all have scars. We all have regrets. But there’s a time and a place, and it sure as hell isn’t in the bedroom.”

Lily moved past him and reached the patio doors. She glanced over her shoulder, her hands on her breasts, those damn, delicate fingers slowly rotating over her nipples.

“Think about it, Mac. I don’t want to be a punching bag for all your emotional shit. I’ve got too much of my own to deal with, but if you can get past all that stuff, well…”

She pushed the door open and disappeared.