Taste of Passion (Madaris Novels) (17 page)

His gut tightened at the way she was licking her lips. He didn’t want to think about what that could possibly mean. In fact, he thought it best to eradicate that thought real fast or he wouldn’t be able to slide the zipper down over his erection.

“Need help?”

He was tempted to tell her that, yes, he needed help but decided this time around he would do it for himself. He would give her the same kind of strip show she’d given him. “Thanks, but I’ll manage.”

And he did. He heard her sharp intake of breath when he eased the zipper down and, like a Jack-in-the-Box, his erection, not hindered by any type of underwear, sprang forth like it had been eager to be freed from the constraints of his tight jeans.

He smiled when he felt himself getting harder. “It has no shame.”

“Umm, I can see that.”

Luke removed his jeans and straightened his body just seconds before reaching out and pulling her to him, capturing her mouth and devouring her like she was his dessert. He touched her bottom. The feel of her soft skin beneath his fingers only escalated his arousal, which was pressing into her stomach, desperate like heck to get inside of her.

When he knew he couldn’t take any more, he broke off the kiss and snatched a condom pack off the counter and proceeded to put it on, aware that she was watching. Finished, he looked up at her.

He noticed how she released a slow breath before asking, “Now what?”

He couldn’t help but grin at the thought that she had to ask. Instead of answering he grabbed a chair and eased his naked body down into it. At her bemused expression he met her gaze and said, “And now, Mackenzie Standfield, you get a chance to ride.”

Was he kidding?

Mackenzie studied Luke’s face and then decided apparently he wasn’t. He was in her kitchen, sitting wide legged in a chair as naked as naked could be, fully aroused and she meant fully, with a look on his face that all but asked . . .
What are you waiting for?

And that was a good question given the fact the area between her legs had begun to tingle, not to mention he was sitting there looking incredibly sexy, undeniably hot, and definitely ready. He came across as every bit of a rugged cowboy, untamed, virile, and edible. Yes, he was definitely Luscious Luke.

“Now it’s my time to ask if you need help,” he said.

His words brought her attention back to the matter at hand and her gaze automatically went to his lap. She hadn’t known they made them
that
big. As if he’d read her mind, he said, “You can handle it.”

She wished she could say his faith in her abilities was reassuring but it wasn’t. He wasn’t the one who hadn’t been sexually active for five years.

“That’s why I’m letting you do the riding, Mac, so you’ll have full control. I’ll be at
your
mercy,” he went on to say.

Luscious Luke at her mercy?
Now that was a thought and a very hot one. Deciding she had wasted enough time, she slowly moved toward him. When she came to a stop in
front of his legs, their gazes held and her nipples hardened and he reached up and placed his arms at her waist before saying in a husky voice, “Come on, babe. Straddle me.”

She glanced down. The thought of doing what he asked sent sensuous chills through her body and without hesitating further she eased into his lap facing him, and knotted her hands in his shoulders. He deliberately shifted to place his erection right at her feminine opening, but went no further.

He stared down at their bodies and then lifted his gaze to meet hers again. “I’m going inside of you now,” he said in a low, husky voice. “Ready?”

Instead of speaking, she nodded. Already she felt her body getting hot from the feel of her bare thighs clamping his waist and her breasts pressing into his chest. Lawrence had been of the mind that any type of lovemaking should be restricted to the bedroom. It was plain to see that his and Luke’s opinions differed vastly on that notion.

Slowly Luke began easing into her and she felt how her body began to stretch to accommodate him. It wasn’t easy. Several times he had to stop along the way, breathing in deep before starting again. She knew he was trying not to hurt her and she appreciated the effort. She watched his features, saw the tension in his face the deeper he tried to go. Sweat was forming on his forehead and his lower lip was quivering. Knowing the reason he was making it such a long-drawn-out process was because of her, she decided to help speed things up by pushing him over the edge—just a little.

She leaned in closer and took her tongue and licked his lips at the same time she squeezed his shoulders.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked through clenched teeth while glaring straight into her eyes.

She met his gaze and said, “Helping.” And then without wasting any more time she forced her body down on him and gasped sharply when he penetrated her to the hilt.

He cursed low but she still heard it. “Why did you do
something like that, Mac? You could have gotten hurt, bruised inside,” he said, frowning fiercely.

She inhaled deeply, not believing what she’d done. Overwhelmed by the feel of him inside her so deep, and the way her body had taken him in, as if inside of her was where he belonged.

His hand was gripping her hips in a tight hold and she glanced down and saw how they were intimately joined. It was then that she lifted her gaze back to his face to answer his question. “The reason I did it was because you were taking too long and I’m ready to ride.”

And before he could draw his next breath, she began moving.

“Shit.”

Now
that
she heard clearly and decided he needed his mouth washed out with soap, but figured her tongue was the next best thing. So she proceeded to attack his mouth in a way that made him shudder, had him moving with her. He thrust upward with every downward stroke she made. Effortlessly he took her weight and each time she came down on him he rose high enough in the chair to take her deeper and deeper. Their bodies would withdraw and then rejoin again. Over and over.

When she began riding him faster and harder, he matched her pace, which made all kinds of sensations rush through her. She moaned. He groaned. She was working him and he was definitely working her, making her feel things she had never felt before, making a driving need consume her to the point where it had every nerve inside her body, every single molecule quivering. It was as if he were unleashing a tidal wave of passion that would eventually drown her. Suddenly, she couldn’t fight the raging tide any longer and jerked her mouth free of his to release one loud scream when a climax tore into her, touched her very soul while at the same time it rocked her senses into the next hemisphere.

He quickly buried her face in his chest to smother the
sound and whispered, “Easy, baby, Theo is going to think I’m killing you in here or something.”

As far as Mackenzie was concerned, what Theo or anyone else thought didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered at that moment was how Luke was making her feel. Her inner muscles were clamped down hard, clenching him tight. And no sooner was she able to suck air into her lungs, than she felt him buck wildly beneath her, nearly lunging out of the chair with their bodies connected when he was struck with his own intense orgasm.

“Mackenzie!”

He said her name through clenched teeth and in a guttural moan and she tightened her hold on his shoulders. And when he leaned in and kissed her with an intensity that touched her everywhere, more sensations exploded inside of her and she was hurled into another mind-shattering orgasm.

When he released her mouth her body went limp against him. She was simply amazed. Never in her life had she experienced the sensations and emotions Luke had just made her feel. If anyone had told her such feelings and emotions were possible, she would not have believed them. She was literally gasping for air, closing her eyes against the sexual aftermath that actually had her feeling light-headed.

“You okay, Mac?”

She said nothing. She couldn’t get a single word out even if she’d wanted to. She barely had the strength to nod her head. Instead he made sense of her response by the motion of her hands on his shoulders.

In acknowledgment, he pulled her closer to him, not caring that their bodies were still intimately connected. And then he said her name in a low whisper just seconds before taking her mouth in a long, slow kiss that she thought she would remember for the rest of her life. In fact, she doubted she would ever forget any of what they had just shared. She loved him and memories of this moment would remain with her, keep her warm on those cold nights when he was no longer a part of her life.

Moments later he pulled back from the kiss and she immediately felt a sense of loss. But the moment she met his gaze she knew the feeling would be short-lived because Luke Madaris planned to keep them fairly close for the rest of the night.

And he proved that theory true when he leaned down to whisper against her moist lips, “Now we take it to the bedroom.”

Long after Mackenzie had fallen asleep, Luke lay there holding her in his arms and staring at her while she slept. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily against the pull he felt in his gut. Even after making love to her several more times once they had made it to her bedroom, he still wanted her with a hunger that seemed insatiable.

This was the first time something like this had happened to him. Bedding a female was something to do when those male urges hit; nothing to really get caught up in to the point where you lost control. However, things hadn’t been that way with Mac. He had gotten caught up to the point where he
had
lost control. One time he hadn’t even remembered to put on a condom until the very last minute, for Pete’s sake.

Her mouth had to be sore from all their kisses, and he was fairly certain she had used muscles that hadn’t seen that kind of vigorous action in a long time, if ever. And what was with him wanting to beat on his chest like a damn caveman after every lovemaking session? Even now his leg was thrown possessively over hers, as if he didn’t intend to let her go.

Their bodies were positioned so that once she awoke he could ease right on inside of her. Hell, he’d thought it would be a smart idea—as well as handy and pretty darn convenient—to go ahead and put on a condom so he wouldn’t slip up and forget again.

He opened his eyes and gazed down at her thoughtfully. She had to be the most giving woman that he knew. Simply incredible. Even now his aroused body part was
hard, throbbing with anticipation of making love to her again.

Knowing she needed her sleep, yet at the same time knowing he wanted to get as close to her as he could, he pulled her to him, being careful not to wake her up, and then tangled his hand in her hair. Satisfied he had her just how he wanted her, he closed his eyes and joined her in sleep.

Mackenzie slowly opened her eyes and squinted to adjust them to the light coming into her bedroom from the hallway. Her heart began pounding in her chest when she felt the heavy weight of a leg across hers and Luke’s fingers in her hair. It was a good thing she didn’t need to use the bathroom because if she had, she would need to free herself from Luke’s hold without waking him first and she would have a tough time doing so.

To say Luke had a strong sexual appetite was an understatement. Just thinking about the intensity of it had hot sensations shooting in the area between her legs. And to think she hadn’t made love to man in five years. But Luke wasn’t just any man. He was the man she loved.

She looked over at him. Like her he was completely naked. As she studied his features she saw how relaxed he appeared while asleep. She then closed her eyes and recalled how earlier that night, in her kitchen, she had straddled her thighs across him in the chair. It was a good thing the chair had been made of solid wood and had been strong enough to support both their weight, as well as the action the two of them had given it. She doubted she would ever be able to walk into her kitchen without thinking about what had taken place between them there. Those memories would certainly come in handy when he left.

When he left.

There was no doubt in her mind that when he got better he would be leaving. He had told her that he would and she believed him. She knew the score when it came to Luke. He had made sure of it. He had spelled things out
for her so there would not be any misunderstandings, and there wouldn’t be. She had made her decision knowing how he felt, even with all the love for him she had in her heart. She realized now that what she’d felt for Lawrence had been more fascination than love. Luke was pulling emotions out of her that she’d never experienced before.

“You’re awake.”

She stared over at him. If she didn’t know better she’d think he’d been waiting for her to do that very thing. “Yes, I’m awake.”

“Good.”

And then he pulled her closer and she felt him slide into her body. Automatically, she bent a knee to give him better access to what he evidently wanted. She watched his face as he went deeper inside of her and saw the satisfied smile that touched his lips when he made it to the hilt. He then tightened his leg over her as if to hold their bodies in place, locked in that position.

“I love being inside of you,” he whispered.