Say Yes
“You mean slept together? Yeah… yeah, we really did.”
“And… did you like it? Were you okay with it?”
“Are you kidding me? Yes, to both. Why wouldn’t I be—what’s wrong, Mackenzie?”
A worried pit dropped in my stomach. What if she regretted what’d happened? Had she not wanted it as much as I thought she had last night? We’d gotten caught up in each other… hadn’t really taken the time to think it all the way through. Fuck. Maybe—
“No, I don’t regret it. I just think we should definitely talk about boundaries.” She bit her lip, then sighed. “Just… We can have sex, but there’s an expiration date on this whole thing, isn’t there?”
There’s an expiration date on this whole thing.
The way she said it, you’d think she was the one who was supposedly ‘uptight.’ It was almost a too-clinical way to sum up our arrangement—but it wasn’t like she was wrong.
Alright. She wasn’t floating on cloud nine anymore, and I was rapidly descending to earth with her, the high from waking up with her in my arms fading. I chose my words carefully.
“So… you’re saying you’re alright if we’re… I guess, friends with benefits? And we keep it that way?”
She nodded. “Exactly. I just—I just want us to be clear with each other this time about what’s going on,” she explained. “After how things ended with us before, I think it would be the best thing for the both of us, you know? Just to keep our heads on straight.”
I sat up alongside her, dipping my head to look into her gorgeous green eyes. “Macks. Should we talk about how things end—”
“No!” she shook her head emphatically, then chuckled softly. “No, there’s no point, Walker. It’s ancient history. Why rehash all of that, when things are okay right now? Just how they are?”
An uncomfortable feeling spread through my chest, and I resisted the urge to rub the pain away.
She doesn’t want us to fall into what we were.
I supposed that I couldn’t blame her for that. I’d taken our time together last night to be a little more than it was—that was okay. Given our history… well, it wasn’t surprising.
I smiled, hiding some of the bittersweet pain behind it as I rolled Mackenzie to her back and settled over her.
“Well. Since we’ve decided to keep things just the way they are… how about we continue where we left off last night?”
Her emerald eyes darkened with desire as she hooked her legs around me. “I think that sounds like an excellent idea.”
I dipped my head to kiss her, determined to make the most of… whatever this little bubble of time was for us. She kissed me back, and something in the way she wrapped herself around my body, the way she clung to me, made me think maybe she felt something like that too.
Tossing the covers back, I began to work my way down her body with opened mouthed kisses, tasting her sweet, smooth skin.
Damn. She even tasted fruity, like something tantalizing and exotic.
She murmured soft noises in her throat as I scraped the stubble of my beard over her perfect breasts. The skin reddened slightly, and I couldn’t resist—I kissed and licked her like she was a fucking ice cream cone on a hot day.
“Mmm… That tongue of yours is a damn lethal weapon, Walker,” she muttered, looking down at me with eyes already darkening with desire.
I waggled my eyebrows at her, keeping our gazes locked as I trailed the tip of my tongue down her stomach, over her bellybutton, and toward her sweet pussy. But before I could reach it, she surprised me by pulling my head back up toward hers again.
“Nuh uh, mister. You don’t get to have all the fun,” she chided in a sultry voice that made my already rock hard cock pulse.
She pressed on my shoulder, urging me onto my back, and I complied willingly, lacing my hands behind my head as I watched her with a curious, challenging stare. If she had the kind of ‘fun’ in mind that I did, she’d get no complaints from me.
Her gaze darted down to my cock, and I almost lost it when her pink tongue darted out to lick her cherry lips. So fucking hot.
Mirroring my earlier actions, she kissed and licked all over my chest, running the flat of her tongue over my nipples as her fingers danced lightly over my cock. I groaned in my throat when she wrapped her fist around me, and it took all my self-restraint not to thrust up into her hand. I’d tortured her with drawn out foreplay last night; I supposed turnabout was fair play.
She stroked my length as she raised her head to kiss me, dipping her tongue into my mouth as her hand worked harder.
“You’re incredible,” I moaned when she finally drew away.