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

Mackenzie grabbed a condom from somewhere behind him, and she bit her bottom lip in anticipation. She heard him rip the foil, and seconds later he was over, his arms on either side of her face, his beautiful mouth close to hers.

His long, heated length was pressed intimately into hers, and she felt the rigid strength of his cock.

“I can’t wait anymore, Boston, and I’m going to apologize now because I don’t think I can last much longer.”

And then he was inside. His long, hard length going deep.

God, the feel of him inside her.

Her legs went around him, her nails dug into his shoulders. There were no more words. No more tender kisses or gentle caresses.

There was only the hard and intense need they felt for each other. And as Mackenzie took Lily to the summit, as he rocked into her and begged for release, her last thought before she came was that she would never get this back.

At least, not with anyone else. Never anyone else.

And for that one second, she was scared to death.

But then Ma

ckenzie’s mouth found hers, and they shattered together—and Lily let all those thoughts slide away.

Chapter 18

Mackenzie was wide awake well before the first rays of sun crept across the horizon. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloom and glanced at the clock beside the bed. It was just after 3:00 a.m., and considering that he’d had Lily more than once—hell, he’d lost count after she’d pushed him onto his back and slid on top of him—he should have been down for the count for at least a few more hours.

Mac listened to Lily’s slow, easy breaths. It had been a long time since he’d woken up with a woman in his arms, and he kind of liked the way it felt. Lily was warm and soft and just…right.

Her back was to him, that delectable butt pressed into his groin where—hello—Godzilla was already stirring. He’d snaked his arm around her waist, holding her tight for hours, and now that he was awake, he bent forward, inhaling the subtle scent of apples in her hair.

Damn, but Boston smelled good. And it wasn’t that perfume crap that most of the women he dated liked to use. Seriously, if they only knew how much most guys hated that stuff. Who the hell wanted a nose full of heavy perfume when you were getting busy?

But Boston? She was sexy and fresh and…

She murmured something in her sleep and moved her butt against him.

Jesus.

He clenched his teeth together in an effort to hold himself together. His cock was definitely awake—hard and ready to go—and for a moment, he considered slipping inside her from behind, but then he realized his condoms were on the other side of the bed.

Mac wasn’t willing to give up the feel of her against him just yet.

He winced at the thought. Christ, Jake would tell him he was turning into a woman or would called him a pussy—which was ironic, because Jake had pretty much become a pussy the moment he’d sniffed Raine’s skirts and decided to chase after the one thing he wanted more than anything else.

It sure as hell wasn’t Mac’s gig, but he couldn’t fault their happiness. Nope. That whole forever thing wasn’t in the cards for him, but that didn’t mean he begrudged those who were into it, the ones who believed in true love and all that shit.

Mac lay back on his pillow and gazed at the ceiling. To each his own and all that. He might not be into the commitment thing, but neither was Lily, and right now the two of them together was just about perfect.

In fact they were better than perfect if there was such a thing.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there, staring up at the ceiling and enjoying the feel of Lily in his bed, but eventually his neck cramped up and he moved gingerly, careful not to wake her.

Mac slid out of bed and took a moment to watch Lily as she slumbered, totally unaware and vulnerable—there was something so sweet about the way she looked. She was still on her side, with one hand beneath the pillow and the other curled under her chin like a child. That long mane of hair was all over the place—tangled beyond belief—and the indent of her waist, the curve of her hip, and the gentle slope at the small of her back was something he’d like to have fucking framed.

He couldn’t help himself.

Mac bent over and kissed a spot at the back of her neck just under her hairline. She shifted slightly and murmured something that he couldn’t understand, but she never woke up. He pulled the covers over her and tucked them under her chin before heading out into the main room of the cottage.

He was restless and wasn’t sure why, because Lord knows he had no energy left. Mac was in shape, he hit the gym hard, but after the intense workout he’d had with Lily, there were places on him that were a little sore.