“For starters, we wouldn’t have made it to the gala.”
“No?”
“Hell-the-fuck-no. I would have driven you straight here and, darlin’, I would have had you in the front of the truck. Hands down. Hell, I probably would have had you at the end of your driveway.”
She was aching.
“And my sister?”
Heavy with need.
“She could have watched for all I care.”
God, she was so wet.
“Mackenzie, I didn’t take you for an exhibitionist.”
This was torture, but she was totally enjoying it. Best. Foreplay. Ever.
“I can smell how much you want me,” Mac said roughly.
Lily froze, embarrassed and suddenly unsure.
Mac moved toward her. “Sit down. Right here.”
Her hands slipped down her belly and then slipped lower, hovering over the thin patch of blond hair there. He was between her legs and if she sat down his head—that amazing mouth of his—would be…
Dear Lord. The fire inside Lily exploded and goose bumps rolled over her skin.
“Boston.”
The way he said her nickname made her insides coil tightly, as if he was starving and she was the only thing on the menu.
His hands were on the dock now, his eyes glittering as he gazed up at her.
“Ass on the dock.” He might have growled. “Now.”
Carefully, Lily lowered her body, but before she hit the dock, his hands were on her hips guiding her the rest of the way. Slowly. So, incredibly slowly. Until she was nearly hanging off the edge of the dock. Her feet sank into the water and it lapped halfway up her calves.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he said, eyes on hers as she tried to keep calm. Her heart beat fast and hard, and she was sure that he could hear it.
Lily shook her head. No. No one had ever made her feel this special or beautiful or so incredibly hot. Sure there had been men in the past, but none like him.
There was only Mackenzie.
He spread her legs a little wider, and she gripped the edge of the dock, knuckles and fingers white from the pressure, breath held when his fingers rolled across her lower belly. His mouth followed his fingers, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold back the groan in her throat when his fingers dipped lower and found her slick opening.
“You’re so wet,” he said hoarsely. “For me.”
God. Oh God. This feels so good.
“Look at me.”
She couldn’t. She couldn’t move.
His fingers stopped and he growled. “Now.”
Lily’s eyes flew open, and she gazed down at him.