Always You (Adair Family 3)

I panted beneath him, even as I pressed my hands to his stomach, wishing he were naked but too impatient to have him do anything about it. “Fuck me. I’m empty. I’m so empty without you.”

Those words broke something in him. The control he’d been holding on to by a thread snapped. He sat up on his heels and slipped his hands beneath the slit of my dress to grab my thighs, forcefully spreading me. My body responded viscerally, my arousal increasing tenfold. I was more than ready for him as he ripped off my underwear, and I gripped my inner thighs to his sides as he came down over me.

Our lips brushed in tingling butterfly kisses as he held my gaze and fumbled beneath his kilt, shoving his underwear down to free himself.

Then he was hot and throbbing at my center.

“I love you,” Mac said against my lips, and I saw all that love in his expression.

Before my fears and confusion could yank me from the moment, Mac thrust into me, and I cried out as his thick, hard heat stretched me.

It took me a second to adjust.

Then he slid back out, the friction sending lightning bolts of sensation to the coiling tension deep in my womb.

Oh my God. I gasped, throwing my head back as he consumed me.

Gripping my left hip beneath my dress to anchor me, Mac pulled me into him as he thrust inside, harder this time. My breasts bounced with every drive, drawing his attention, and Mac took my nipple in his mouth again, sucking, grunting around it as he fucked me faster, deeper.

I could do nothing but hold on to his upper arms, my nails biting into his shirtsleeves as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

We were primal. Grunting and moaning under the moon, the madness of long-suffering lust possessing us.

“Mackennon,” I huffed out as my orgasm hovered closer.

Mac released my thigh to pin my arms above my head, his upper lip curled in a snarl as he neared his own climax.

His kilt fluttered over my torso as I arched my hips off the ground, tightening my thighs around him to move in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

“Fuck,” he panted, pleasure tightening his features even more. “Arro, Arro, fuck—”

With one last thrust, that tightening pleasure inside me exploded, and I threw my head back, eyes shut in euphoria as I cried out my release.

Mac kept moving inside me, my climax rippling around him in delicious tugging waves.

His drives stuttered, and then he bellowed my name into the night sky as I felt the heat of his orgasm, his cock throbbing inside me, his hips shuddering between my legs.

Panting, Mac rested his forehead on my breasts and released my wrists, only to caress my arms in soothing strokes. Slowly, I came back to myself staring up at the night sky, body thrumming, heart racing, skin sweat-dampened and slick. And Mac, still inside me.

Finally, he lifted his gaze to meet mine, his features slack with satisfaction, but his expression blazed. “Best sex of my fucking life, and it still wasn’t enough of you.”

Aftershocks of my orgasm pulsed around him at his confession, and he squeezed his eyes closed in pleasure, giving an involuntary thrust inside me. I moaned, pulling him down for a kiss. It was heady and slow, and it delayed the inevitable discussion that needed to be had.

Finally, Mac reluctantly broke the kiss and pushed up as he pulled out of me.

I whimpered at the sensation, and something like dark satisfaction etched his face.

I glimpsed his cock before he tucked himself away, and while it would have been easy to be distracted by his size, I felt the wet on my thighs with a startling jolt.

“We didn’t use a condom.” I gaped up at him.

He frowned. “You’re still on the Pill, right?”

“How do you know that?”

Mac grinned. “I know a lot about you, Arrochar Adair. Including now that you’re a screamer, and it feels like heaven to be inside you.”

Flushing with excitement at his words, I pushed up from the grass, tugging on my bra and the dress straps as I tried not to let his sexiness sway me. “Mac, we should’ve used a condom.”