Craving Rose (The Aces' Sons 5)

“I didn’t ask you to stop by my house,” I ground out. “And I’m not interested in screwing around with someone who doesn’t even know if they want to be doing it.”

In less than a second, my wrist was free and his hands were wrapped around the backs of my thighs, half tugging and half lifting me until I’d straddled his lap.

“Are we screwin’ around?” he asked, jerking me toward him until we were notched together like a couple of puzzle pieces.

“You tell me,” I whispered, our noses almost touching.

“Not sure you’re a woman I can screw around with,” he said softly, his eyes searching mine. “Not without gettin’ all tangled up.”

“Would that be so bad?” I whispered back.

“Fuckin’ worth it,” Mack muttered.

Then his lips were on mine and my mind went blank beyond the taste and feel of him. Touching Mack, feeling his beard against my cheeks and his fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass was a high I knew instinctively I’d never grow tired of.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his hands sliding under my sweatshirt as I started grinding my hips against his. The long ridge of his erection pressed perfectly against my clit, and I whimpered as he started directing my movements, his hips countering mine.

Wrapping my fingers around the back of his skull, I pulled his mouth back to mine and pressed my tongue inside. I wanted to get closer. We were covered from neck to toes, dry humping like a couple of teenagers, and I couldn’t get enough.

My breath caught and we both groaned as his hands slid up and cupped my breasts over my bra.

“Off,” he ordered, dropping his face against my collarbone. “Let me see you.”

Grabbing my sweatshirt and tee by the neck, I pulled them over my head and off my arms, dropping them on the ground behind me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, staring. His thumbs ran lightly over the lace of my bra and I shuddered. Without conscious thought, I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, making it sag between us.

As Mack pulled the lace away from my skin, I let my head drop back, watching the stars as I heard him let out a heavy breath. I wasn’t prepared for the moment his tongue swept over my nipple, and I jerked in response, making him chuckle. Then his lips wrapped around it and he sucked hard. From that point on, laughter was the last thing on either of our minds.

I tore at his cut and the thermal beneath it, determined to reach any skin I could as I felt him pulling at the laces of my high tops. My shoes hit the ground and his hands went into the air, giving me the opportunity to pull his shirt over his head. I got almost dizzy the moment our bare chests touched.

“Damn,” he said huskily, his hands sweeping down my spine and into the back of my jeans.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” I replied, licking along the tendon on the side of his neck. Jesus, he even tasted good there. I bit the top of his shoulder, leaving marks, and his fingers tightened against the skin of my ass.

“Yeah?” he said, his hand sliding out of my jeans so he could use my hair to pull my head away and make eye contact.

“Did you think this was headed anywhere else?” I asked.

“I’ve learned not to assume,” he said roughly.

Then we were up and I was wrapping my legs around his waist as he stepped forward onto the grass. Keeping one arm firmly around my back, he knelt and laid his thermal on the ground, then lowered me onto it.

Our hands collided as we went for each other’s pants. I didn’t complain when his fingers wrapped around mine and firmly pressed them to the cool grass beneath me.

“I’ll let you explore later, baby,” he said as he unbuttoned my jeans. “But I’m on a hair trigger, here.”

“You have five minutes,” I joked, my breath catching as he pulled my jeans down my hips, his knuckles dragging along my skin.

“I’m gonna need more time than that,” he murmured when he realized I wasn’t wearing underwear. His gaze never wavered from between my thighs as he dragged the pants off my legs. His hands were on me in the next moment, and I shuddered as the cool night air hit humid flesh.

I kept my hands at my sides, my fingers tangled in the grass, for as long as I could as he stroked and circled, pinched, and finally slid one finger inside me. Then, as he leaned over me and pressed his open mouth to the underside of my breast, I lost all willpower. My hands found his belt buckle as my hips began to roll. I lost his touch as he grabbed a condom from his wallet, but it didn’t matter, because at the same time, my hand found his cock, and I wrapped my fingers around him.