Road to Passion (8 page)

“
D
ARIEN?”

I heard my name but it seemed far
away. “Hmm?” I mumbled.

My body dipped as Mack’s voice
got close and whispered, “Dare, baby, wake up?”

I forced my eyes open and smiled
up at him. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“How long have I been asleep?”

“A couple of hours.”

“I have?” I couldn’t stop a yawn.

“Yeah. I came in and checked on
you again about an hour ago and you were out.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Because I figured you’d rather
sleep since I couldn’t entertain you.”

I smiled. “Good call.”

“I’m gonna take you home now.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Okay.”

“You don’t want to go home?”

“Not particularly.”

“What would you like to do?” he
asked.

“I’d like to peel you out of your
clothes and lick every inch of your body, but since I’m a lady, that would be
frowned upon.”

He stroked my cheek. “My place,
then?”

“Don’t you dare tease me, Logan
Reed.”

“Come on, baby... up.” He stood
and helped me from the sofa and we left the club. “Pauley taking care of your
dog?”

I nodded. “Yeah, she’s been home
for over an hour. I’ll text her and let her know I’m staying at your place.
It’s all good.”

I slid into his black Gran
Turismo and buckled myself in while he made his way to the driver’s side. Once
in and buckled, he guided us out of the parking lot and took my hand. “Are you
sure, Darien?”

I rolled my head toward him.
“Hells yes. I’ve waited a long time for you. I don’t want to wait anymore. You
just have to be patient and tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.”

Mack laughed. “Baby, nothing you
could do would be wrong.”

“Well, if I do do it wrong, don’t
dump me.”

He squeezed my hand. “Stuck with
me, baby.”

I grinned. “Ditto.”

We drove to his place relatively
quickly and he parked in the garage then opened the door for me. I followed him
inside and he disarmed and reset the alarm before pulling me into his arms and
kissing me.

We took a second to discard our
jackets and shoes, and I dropped my purse on the island as he lifted me
slightly and carried me from the kitchen back to his bedroom. With my feet
dangling, I giggled, but we continued to kiss as he kicked his door open and
settled me across the bed. Stretching out on top of me, he rolled us so we were
facing each other and slid his hand under my sweater.

He cupped my breast and gently
squeezed as I arched into him. Reaching behind me, he unclasped my bra and slid
everything off my upper body, drawing a nipple into his mouth, and then the
other. I sighed as he kissed between my breasts and then focused on my mouth
again. I moved my hands so I could unbutton his shirt, sliding my hands to open
it. He was magnificent.

“Logan, you have got to be
illegal,” I rasped as I ran my fingers down his abs.

His stomach contracted and he
pulled my fingers to his lips. “You keep doing that, we won’t get far. I want
to make this last a little while.”

I bit my lip, but I nodded. “I
want to see you.”

Mack grinned and slipped his
shirt off and I was back to gawking. God, he was gorgeous. His left arm was
tattooed from just above his wrist to his shoulder and he had a
Dogs of Fire
tattoo on his right pec, but otherwise, he was bare.

I leaned forward and kissed his
smooth chest with a smile. “Perfect.”

He kissed me again as he unzipped
my jeans. His hand slid inside, under my panties, and between my legs. I
squirmed at his touch, his hand cupping me. “Open, baby.”

I shifted so he could slide his
hand further between my legs and then he slipped a finger inside of me and I
whimpered.

He pulled back. “Does that hurt?”

I shook my head, gripping his
arm. “More.”

Mack grinned and slid off the
bed.

“Where are you going?” I
demanded.

“Nowhere, baby,” he promised,
tugging my jeans down. “Lift.”

I lifted my hips and he pulled
everything off and then kissed his way up my legs. Gripping my thighs gently,
he settled his face between them and kissed the top of each. “Gorgeous.”

“Logan,” I rasped as his mouth
covered my core. I slipped my fingers into his hair as he gently sucked on my
clit and I couldn’t stop myself from bucking against his mouth. This made him
grip my thighs harder and keep me in place, but it did not make him remove his
mouth. I let out a quiet squeak as his tongue slipped inside of me and I felt a
little like I was being transported somewhere else. His mouth moved back to my
clit and he slipped a finger inside of me and I screamed his name as I came
apart.

I glanced down my body to watch
as he continued to kiss me intimately and then he raised up and leaned over me.
“Fuckin’ honey, baby.”

“That was pretty good,” I joked.

Mack laughed and moved his way
back up, ending at my neck and cupping my breast as he kissed me just under my
jaw. “It’s gonna get even better,” he promised.

“I want to see you,” I whispered,
and reached up to stroke his cheek. “All of you.”

“You will, Darien.” He smiled.
“We need to go slow.”

“I don’t want to go slow.”

“I get it, baby, but this is
going to hurt a little and I want you relaxed.”

“Relax me naked.” I slid my hand
to cup him over his jeans. I could feel his size through the denim and he was
huge. He smiled and stood, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs off, and facing
me again. I swallowed. “Oh, God.”

His expression became one of
concern. “What?”

“There’s no way
that’s
going to fit,” I whispered. “You’re too big.” And he was. I was sure his cock
would break me in two.

Mack chuckled and crawled over
me, kissing between my breasts. “Trust me?”

I cupped his face as he hovered
over me. “Yes.”

“I’m gonna take care of you,
sweetheart, but you ever want to stop, tell me.”

“Even—”

“Doesn’t matter when, Darien. You
want to stop, we stop.” I nodded and he leaned closer. “Doesn’t matter when,
yeah?” I nodded again. “I need to hear the words, baby.”

“If I want to stop, we stop.”

“Good girl,” he whispered, and
kissed me. He rolled us onto our sides again and cupped my bottom, guiding my
thigh over his hip. It brought me closer to his body and his cock rubbed
against my clit giving me the most incredible sensation. He slid his hand
between us and slipped a finger inside. “Soaked, baby.”

I nodded. “Is that okay?”

“It’s perfect, honey. Better than
perfect.”

“Are you sure?”

“Baby, are you enjoying
yourself?”

I let out a quick breath. “Yes,”
I panted as he slipped another finger inside of me.

“Then it’s perfect.”

Before I could say anymore, he
kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and capturing my sigh. I heard the
tear of foil and then he rolled on a condom and positioned me so I was
straddling him, but we were on our sides.

“I’m gonna go really slow,
Darien. Let you get used to me. You can pull back if it’s too much. It’s why
we’re like this. You have more power.”

I licked my lips. “Okay.”

He smiled gently. “Why do you
look terrified?”

“I’m not,” I insisted. “This is
my concentrating face.”

Mack laughed. “Fuck, baby, you’re
funny at the most random times.”

“Sorry,” I whispered.

“Hey.” He stroked my cheek.
“Don’t apologize for anything. You’re perfect, yeah?”

I smiled. “I just don’t want to
screw anything up.”

“Darien, you
can’t
.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He kissed me. “God, baby,
I promise.”

“Logan.” I kissed him again. “I’m
falling in love with you. This is probably the worst time to bring this up and
you don’t have to respond, really, I just wanted you to know.”

“Well, I
am
in love with
you. Unequivocally.” He slid a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You’re so
beautiful, sweetheart. Inside and out.” He tilted his hips forward, his cock
slipping partially inside of me. “Okay?”

“Yes,” I breathed out. “More.”

Rolling my nipple between his
fingers, I arched, naturally drawing him further into my body. It felt
incredible. “Ohmigod.” His head dipped to cover that same nipple with his mouth
and he bit down gently as he thrust deeper. “Yes!” I cried.

“Okay?”

“Oh, God, Logan, will you just
fuck me already?” I demanded.

And he did. Ohmigod, he did.

I shifted and he slid a little
deeper, then a little more. All the while, he worked my nipples, my clit, my
mouth. I had to give it to him, he waited until I was no longer fully coherent
before he gave one swift push and I felt the sting of my virginity leaving my
body. He caught my cry with his mouth and stilled, but held me close. I blinked
back my tears, the pain worse than I had expected, but not something I wouldn’t
be able to forget.

Mack kissed my cheek and
whispered, “It’s done. Are you okay?”

I smiled, shifting so I could
stroke his cheek. “I’m sore, but I don’t want to stop yet, okay?”

“You sure?”

“I love you.” I shifted so I
could draw him deeper. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Maybe we should stop.”

I wrapped my arms around his back
and squeezed. “No.”

“Baby, you look...,’ he grimaced,
“...like you’re concentrating again.”

“Then make me not concentrate,” I
challenged.

“I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You didn’t hurt me before,” I
countered, and cupped his face. “I swear to
God
, Logan, you make me come
again or I’m going to hit you. And if you don’t come in the process, I’ll hit
you too.”

“You sure?”

“Do I need to hit you now?”

He rolled me to my back and
hovered over me. “If you want to—”

“Stop. Yeah, honey, I got it.”

Mack kissed me and then drew my
nipple into his mouth, then the other. Sliding his hand between us, he fingered
my clit and I couldn’t help but rock my hips against him, which pulled him
further inside of me.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Harder,
baby.”

He thrust into me and I raised my
legs, wrapping my ankles around his hips. He continued to surge into me, until
my climax overtook me. I screamed his name as I came undone, then he gave one
final thrust and a grunted, “Mine,” and rolled us onto our sides again.

I let out a quiet chuckle as I caught
my breath.

“Fuck me, Darien.”

“I think I just did.” I slid my
fingers into his hair. “Or you did.”

He laughed, kissing me gently.

“When do we do this without a
condom?” I asked.

“Soon. I’m always safe and I
haven’t been with anyone since a little while before we met,” he said.
“Regardless, I got tested last week because I want you to feel comfortable, so
we’ll wait for the results.”

“Thank you.” I stroked his cheek.
“I wouldn’t have even thought to ask.”

He smiled, kissing my palm.
“Stick with me, kid.”

“Okay, honey.”

“Brace yourself, baby, I’m gonna
slide out and it may sting a bit.”

“’K.” I gripped his shoulders as
he moved his hips away from me. He was right, I was a little sore, but it
didn’t take away from the fact that he’d made my first time incredibly perfect.
I hadn’t expected I’d hate it (especially, with the right person), but I
certainly didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did, if at all.

“Don’t move,” he said, and kissed
me gently. “I’ll be right back.”

I nodded with a smile and he
climbed off the bed and headed into the bathroom. I bit my lip in an effort not
to squeak at the sight of him walking away. God, his ass was incredible. I
heard the toilet flush and then Mack returned to me with a warm washcloth.

“Spread, baby.” I did and he settled
the soft cloth against me, soothing the sting. “Feel good?”

“Very,” I whispered on a yawn.

He smiled and leaned down to kiss
me. “I’m gonna get you a shirt, then we’ll sleep.”

“Give me a second,” I said, and
headed to the bathroom. Admittedly, I moved a little slower than normal. I
cleaned up a little more and then walked back out to the bedroom and grabbed my
panties, shimmying them back on.

Mack smiled and wrapped his arms
around me, pulling me against his hard, naked chest. He’d pulled on boxer briefs
that only accentuated his perfect body even more. “How sore?”

I stroked the corded muscle on
his neck. “A bit.”

“I grabbed a couple of Advil for
you.” He ran his hands over my bottom. “And a T-shirt.”

“Thanks.”

“Let’s get some sleep,” Mack
said, and pulled the covers down. I slid in and he pulled me against him. I was
on my back, my side against him and he settled his head in his palm, hovering
above me slightly. “Tomorrow, we’ll grab some things from your place to keep
here, yeah?”