Catching Teardrops (MAC Security 5)

“You’re in control, darlin’.” He encourages me to open my legs, and when I do, he places his hands on my thighs and pulls me so I’m straddling his waist.

I feel his erection against my thigh, and when I look down at his jeans, he grasps my chin. “Don’t think about it. Just feel.”

I nod and meet him halfway when he leans closer to me. We get caught up in another kiss, but this one is slower than all the rest. There’s no rush as he explores my mouth and I do the same to him.

My back bows when his hands land on my waist under his t-shirt, and then he’s pulling it off me before sitting up straighter and wrapping his arms around me.

Our naked chests press against each other and I can’t stop the moan from slipping free at the sensation. Is this what it feels like when you truly want it? When you love someone and want to show them how much they mean to you?

His palm smooths over my side before dipping low and running a finger over me, eliciting a gasp as my eyes close.

“Luke,” I groan, having never felt anything like it.

His answer is to do it again, only this time a little faster and with more pressure. And it’s just the right amount. He pulls his lips away from mine and I let my head fall back when he traces kisses down my neck and stops at my nipple, pulling it into his mouth.

It’s all I need for the fireworks to explode and my body to grow taut. The feeling flowing through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt. He eeks it out with his mouth on my nipple and his finger slowing down into wide circles.

I want more of him. So much more than I ever thought I’d want.

When my muscles wane, I let my body flop forward before placing a kiss on his neck.

“I need you,” I whisper in his ear. “All of you.”

He groans when I kiss him there again and blow a breath out.

“Darlin’, if you—”

I reach my hand between us, letting my palm rest over his jean-clad erection. “Please,” I murmur. “I need you to show me what it’s really like.” I pull back to look into his eyes, conveying what I’m really feeling.

It’s not just about what I’ve been through and the pain associated with what we’re about to do. I don’t want to replace the bad with the good, b

ut I need to know what it feels like to want it. Truly want it.

He grasps my waist, holding me up as he undoes his zipper and yanks his jeans down. I’m scared to look down, so I keep my eyes connected with his.

“I’m scared,” I whisper, letting my emotions overtake me as he holds me up.

His other hand moves to cup the side of my face. “I know, darlin’, but it’s me.” He presses his forehead against mine before slowly lowering me down. “You don’t have to be scared in here. Not with me.”

I gasp when I feel him entering me, but the pain I prepare for never comes. Instead, all I feel is full. I place my hands on his shoulders, my fingers biting into his skin as I push down the rest of the way.

His groan reverberates through me and mixes in with my moan as I rock forward, not really sure what to do until his fingers push into my hips and he lifts me up and down, silently showing me.

I open my eyes before pulling my forehead away but keep my gaze connected to his. His hand moves from my face to my neck and he spreads his hand wide, his palm running down between my breasts and over my stomach before he moves it around to my ass. I close my eyes as he grips me a little harder, pistoning his hips up.

The muscles in his neck strain when I open them back up, and I can see the fight for his control. And even though I wanted to be in charge of what happens when we first started, I’m ready to hand myself over to him. Willingly.

I stop moving my hips before placing my hands on either side of his face.

“Your turn.”

His eyes widen when he stares at me and understands what I’m saying. “Angel…”

I nod, and his eyes darken before he flips us over. I don’t expect the shocked laughter to come out of my mouth, and from the grin he gives me, I don’t think he did either.

“You ready?” he asks, but I see the sparkle in his eye as I bite down on my lip and lock my ankles behind his back.

His lips meet mine in another slow kiss, and when his tongue slips inside, he pulls out of me and pushes back in, building up his rhythm. I push the pads of my fingers into his back as he slowly moves in and out, his pace increasing when he pulls his mouth away.