Blush for Me (Fusion 3)

“Oh, good.” I chuckle, then continue reading. The hero lifts the heroine and pins her against the wall of the shower, and it’s hot.

I think I’m starting to sweat.

I quickly learn that this suspense novel is heavy in the sexy department. It seems they’re having sex on every other page, but that could just be because Mac and I are in a confined space, and I want him.

Now.

I’ve wanted him since I woke up this morning.

He reaches over and rubs his hand up and down my inner thigh. His little finger grazes over the sensitive skin this close to my pussy, and my voice catches as I struggle to keep reading.

“Are we there yet?”

“Keep reading,” he says, his voice rough. I do as he says, and he keeps his hand on my thigh, setting my skin on fire.

“Mac,” I finally say in desperation, “I can’t read this stuff to you when you’re touching me like that.”

“I didn’t ask,” he replies, and it only makes me hotter. That look in his eyes, the hardness in his voice, makes me nuts.

So I keep reading, and try to ignore his hand, which is completely impossible. Because this is Mac we’re talking about, and he might be the sexiest thing ever invented.

Ever.

Finally, we pull up to a building and he cuts the engine. We both clamor out of the car and rush to his door.

“We’ll get our things later,” he says as he fits the key in the lock.

“Good plan.”

But rather than pin me up against the door and fuck my brains out like I expect him to, he pulls me into the living room, bends me over the end of the sofa, and yanks my skirt up around my hips.

“I need this, and you’re going to give it to me,” he says with a growl.

“Hell yes,” I reply, and cry out when he buries his face in my pussy, licking and sucking, and makes me come so hard I see stars.

I’m grasping at the cushions trying to hold on as I ride out the aftershocks, and suddenly he stands up. I hear him open the condom, and the next thing I know he’s inside me, filling me up and pressing me even harder into the couch.

“You make me fucking crazy,” he says, bending over me to speak into my ear. He sweeps my hair to the side and bites my earlobe. “You’re so damn sexy. Hearing those dirty words come out of your gorgeous mouth made me harder than I’ve ever been.”

“Now you see why I love it when you read to me,” I reply, and gasp when he fists my hair and pulls back. It’s hovering on just this side of pain, and it’s fucking amazing.

“I never get enough of you,” he says. God, I love it when he talks like this. His voice is pure gravel, and makes me tingle everywhere.

He pulls out and guides me onto my back on the sofa, spreads me wide, and plunges back inside me. He’s holding my legs up, his hands wrapped around my ankles, and he’s watching as he moves in and out of me.

So I reach down and rub my own clit, smiling with pure female satisfaction as his eyes dilate and then close. He bites my inner calf, then kisses me there before bracing my legs on his shoulders and covering me with his body.

“So sexy,” he whispers against my lips.

“It just gets better every time,” I reply, gripping onto his ass.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans, and I can tell he’s close to his climax. I push up and clench hard, just as he buries his face in my neck and comes, rocking against me, the pressure from his pubis making me come with him.

As we both return to earth, the uncomfortable position registers in my head and I push against his shoulder. “Can’t breathe.”

“Sorry,” he says, rolling onto the floor and bringing me with him, breaking my fall and cradling me on his chest. “Better?”

“Hmm.” I kiss his shoulder and brace myself on my hands so I can smile down at him. “I need to read to you more often.”

“I don’t think my heart can take it,” he says, shaking his head. “If you’d said ‘cock’ or ‘fuck’ one more time, I was going to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road.”

“Well, that’s something to shoot for on the way home.”

He grins and slaps my ass. “You’re my kind of girl.”

Chapter Twelve

~Mac~

“Let’s go down to the water,” Kat says a little later, after I’ve had my way with her in the shower. I just can’t keep my hands off of her. I haven’t been this turned on by a woman in . . . ever.

“I’m game,” I reply, and watch her lazily as she pulls on some clothes and slips her feet into flip-flops. “You won’t need the shoes.”

“Good call.” She kicks out of them and turns to stare at me, her brown eyes still bright from the several orgasms I’ve just given her. “Are you going to put clothes on? Not that I don’t appreciate it when you’re naked, but my guess is this isn’t a nude beach.”

“I was just enjoying the view,” I reply with a grin and stand to put my own clothes on. “You seem more relaxed already.”

“Of course I am. We’re at the beach.” She sashays out of the room, and when I join her, she’s put her sunglasses on and is walking out the door and down the steps to the sand below. “I’m so happy that it’s nice out today.”

“I’ve found that even on a rainy day, there’s nothing quite like being at the ocean.”

I take her hand in mine as we walk down to the waterline and walk slowly up the shore toward Haystack Rock.