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

Chapter 16

Mac pulled his truck up the driveway of the cottage and cut the engine. It was pretty dark out here with the barest hint of a moon—he’d left in such a rush that he’d forgotten to leave the outside lights on—and it took a bit for his eyes to adjust.

He turned to Lily. Her hands were clasped in her lap, the long elegant fingers working each other—a nervous gesture. He got that.

Hell, he was more worked up—and maybe more nervous—than when he’d lost his virginity to Dawn Marcoux in the tenth grade after the annual homecoming football game. She was two years older than him and she’d dragged his ass into the boathouse out at the Edwards twins’ after-party. She’d taken off all her clothes—it had been the first time he’d seen a woman naked—and she’d proceeded to teach him things he’d only read about in his older brother’s Penthouse Forums.

Since that first time, he’d been with a lot of women. It wasn’t something he boasted about; it just was. He’d been blessed with the Draper good looks and charm, and like bees to honey, once the girls started hanging around, they’d never left. They’d made it almost too easy for him, and he was used to getting what he wanted, whenever he wanted.

He was always in control.

But with Lily he didn’t feel in control. Not one bit. Christ, his body felt like it was on fire, and like an animal, his only thought was to rip her clothes off and possess her. He didn’t want tonight to be like that, like New Year’s Eve. There hadn’t been much room for talking or tasting and touching that night. It had been about connecting on a physical level. It had been about release.

And now, if he didn’t slow things down, he was going to blow early and there was no way he was going to let that happen.

Not with Boston.

Not tonight.

Mac took a moment to get his shit together because he wasn’t entirely sure that he could speak. His body was coiled so tightly that he was afraid every damn muscle he owned was frozen, including his vocal chords.

“Hey,” he managed to say.

Her head jerked up, and when her eyes met his, he felt as if he’d just been knocked on his ass. Maybe he should have taken that as a warning because no one had ever affected him like that with a look.

But he didn’t.

“Hey,” she answered softly.

Christ, even the sound of her voice was doing all kinds of weird things to him.

“I’m not going to lie, Lily, if I could take you right here in the truck, I would.”

She swallowed. Hard. And his eyes moved down to where her breasts strained against the top of her dress. Those delectable nipples pushed against her top and he fought the urge to open his mouth and taste them.

Jesus, but she was perfect.

“There’s enough room in here,” he whispered. “I could make it work. I could position us against the window. I could push up your dress. I could slide inside you, and I’m guessing it would be hot as hell.”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and he loved that she was as affected by all of this as he was.

Mac slowly undid his seat belt and moved across the seat until he was so close to her, that even in the dim light from the dashboard, he could count the freckles across the bridge of her nose.

They looked like little bits of pale gold.

He bent forward and licked them, feeling like he was going to come apart when he heard her gasp.

His mouth hovered above hers, hands slowly slipping into the back of her hair, working the knot that laid against her shoulder until he was able to free the silky strands.

She strained against him, and it took everything that he had to hold still as she moaned and reached for him. Mac let her slide her mouth across his. He let her put her tongue inside his mouth.

Hell, he even let her tug on his bottom lip and press against him—though he paid the price with a sharp tug between his legs. Already he ached with need and his dick was hard. He was going to have to slow this down because he wanted tonight to last.

Every. Single. Minute.

That thought alone had fueled him and got him through the week.

She made this noise at the back of her throat that damn near did him in, and he had no idea how he was able to resist her—but he did.