The Day He Kissed Her (17 page)

No shit. He glanced down. Godzilla was in his pants.

He adjusted himself and rounded the vehicle, catching Lily as she stumbled out of the truck, her long dress caught around her ankles. He scooped her into his arms and headed toward the beach, picking his way down the path with care. When he got there, he took a right and strode toward the dock.

Carefully, he let Lily slide down his body, though the little minx wiggled suggestively against his erection. He dropped a quick kiss onto her mouth and whispered, “Hold on.”

The boathouse was fairly new, and when Cain had stayed there a few summers back, he’d had the entire place wired for sound. Mac slipped inside the building and flipped on the lights, which he knew would give them a bit of illumination along the dock and water. Next he turned on the stereo system, chose the CD and song that he wanted, and, after tossing his necktie, joined Lily back on the dock.

She was barefoot and looked insanely hot with her pink toes peeking out from beneath the hem of that dress.

That dress that was coming off shortly, but first…

The gentle strains of an old Chris Isaak song fell over the night, a steel guitar that was all smoke and sex. It was hot summer nights, bittersweet longing, and sensual desire.

“World was on fire and no one could save me but you.”

Mac held his hand out, palm facing upward, and waited.

Lily took a hesitant step, and he knew that she was a little confused.

“I want a dance,” he said. “A woman who looks like you on a night like tonight should have at least one dance, don’t you think?”

Lily walked toward him and didn’t stop until she was pressed up against his chest. With no shoes, she tucked under his chin, and she rested her head on his shoulder. He couldn’t help himself and slid his hand down her back as they slowly began to move. He wanted to cup her butt—to hold her tight to his erection—but he didn’t. He splayed his fingers across the small of her back and, with his free hand, grabbed her other hand.

They moved slowly to the sounds of “Wicked Game,” a song that was sex and candy and seduction—perfect really. If Mackenzie was paying attention, he would have heard the sad lament of a broken heart. He’d have heard the warning.

But Mac wasn’t paying attention to anything other than how amazing the woman in his arms felt.

He breathed in her scent, a heady combination of summer—something exotic—and if it was possible for him to harden even more, he did.

There were no words as the two of them slowly moved along the dock, Mac leading as Lily melted into him, her steps following him as if they’d danced together before.

When the song ended, he stilled, his hands moving up until he cupped her chin and tipped her face toward him. Her long lashes threw spiky shadows across her cheeks, and that mouth was open, ready for him.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered before lowering his head and claiming her lips in a soft, tease of a kiss. He brushed his mouth across hers once, twice, and then licked the corners before opening up and tasting what she offered so freely.

He kissed her in a slow, sensual way, and when he dragged his mouth from hers, she moaned, nearly sending him over the edge.

But it was too soon.

A wicked smile tugged on his mouth as he carefully pulled away from her. With Lily’s eyes on him, Mackenzie slowly undid the buttons of his dress shirt, tugging the hem out of his pants before slipping it off and tossing it onto the dock.

“What are you…?” She licked her lips nervously and glanced around.

Mac had his shoes and socks off and then went for his belt.

She licked her lips again.

The belt landed on top of his shoes.

She moved slightly. Maybe she moaned.

He stepped out of his pants.

When his hands went to the waistband of his boxers, she shook her head.

“Mackenzie, what the hell are you doing?”

He tugged on them. “What does it look like?”

“But—” She licked her lips again and damn if Godzilla didn’t tighten even more. “Anyone can see…”

Mac pinned her with a heated look. “Boston, there’s no one out here but us.” He yanked his boxers down and strode toward her, grinning wickedly as she gasped.

He loved the way her eyes rolled over his body, and he knew that she liked what she saw. He loved the way she swallowed hard, the way her breathing hitched at the back of her throat. Jesus, the way her nipples poked through the ice-blue dress and that damn sexy sound she made again.

He bent down and kissed her, a soft, gentle swirl of lips and tongue, before he moved to the pulse that beat erratically at the base of her neck. He suckled her there—hard—and held onto her as she swayed in his grasp.

When she began to squirm against him, he broke away and took a step backward.

“You coming in?”

“What?” She sounded breathless.

Mac turned and walked to the end of the dock and gazed at the lake. It was as smooth as glass with only a few ripples as it lapped up against the shore in gentle waves. In the distance, he saw a few lights from boats still on the water, but the shore was pretty much in darkness.

It felt as if they were the only two people in the world. He kinda liked that thought.

“Mackenzie! You’re crazy.”

He glanced over his shoulder. “Haven’t you ever gone skinny-dipping?”

She shook her head no.

“Well, darlin’, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

With one more hot look over his shoulder, he turned and dove into the water.

Chapter 17

Lily stared at the end of the dock in shock.

She had no idea what the hell was going on. The dance had been incredible, and her blood still buzzed with unrelenting sexual frustration.

And his striptease? Good Lord, she was pretty sure she’d had a little mini-orgasm just watching him, but this? What the hell was this all about? It was not the seduction she’d been expecting, and yet her cells were electrified. It felt as if every pleasure point in her body was on fire.

The ache between her legs was so intense that she shifted slightly, rubbing her thighs together in an effort to alleviate it, and fought the urge to press her palm against herself.

She whimpered.

The night was dark, but the beam of light from the door to the boathouse spread out enough that she could see Mac’s head above the water.

“Come here, Boston.”

He wasn’t asking—he was telling. But something about the tone of his voice told her that he wasn’t as in control as he wanted her to think.

She walked about midway down the dock and paused as Mackenzie slowly moved toward her, his look predatory as he stood up, the water lapping to just below his chest.

His hair was slicked back, his eyes dark and mysterious, and his chest…good Lord, the man looked as if he was carved from granite.

The tattoo on his left bicep drew her eye. “What does that mean?” A diversion for sure, but she was trying to calm the hell down.

Mac followed her gaze, and when he looked up at her again, he grinned wickedly. “Take your clothes off and I’ll tell you.”

She considered him for a moment, liking this game. “You think that I won’t do it?”

His grin widened. “I think that you’re afraid of the water.” He glanced down and raised an eyebrow wicked. “Or of what’s in it.”

An image of his cock jutting straight out from his body crossed her mind and again she shifted. It felt as if she was coming apart, and they hadn’t done anything but flirt and dance.

Lily glanced around once more. Mac had said no one was around, but she’d never been to the cottage before and the thought of anyone watching her…

“Pussy,” he said softly.

“Pussy?” she asked.

“You like scaredy-cat better? I kinda prefer pussy myself.” He paused, his voice low and reassuring. “There’s no one out here but us, Boston. Trust me.”

A few moments passed as she stared out at him in the dark, and she felt her inhibitions falling away, slipping from her skin until there was nothing left for it but to join him.

With a toss of her hair, Lily strode forward until she stopped in the beam of light thrown from the boathouse. She glanced down, eyes on Mackenzie as she reached for the thin straps of her gown.

Carefully, she tugged one and then the other off her shoulders, and with his eyes settled firmly on her, she pulled them down until her breasts were exposed. Her nipples, puckered from desire, were sensitive, and she hissed as the material slipped across them.

“Jesus,” Mac whispered, his eyes on her breasts.

The want in his voice empowered her, and Lily’s fingers trailed across her flesh until she found her nipples, and with her eyes locked on his, she slowly massaged them. The muscles along the side of his neck strained, and a slow smile spread across her face as she reveled in her feminine power.

“You like that, Mackenzie?”

He ran his hand through his hair. “What the hell do you think?”

The feeling inside her—the one of control and power—was intoxicating, and Lily threw caution to the wind. She ran with it.

Carefully she began to peel away her dress, sliding it down her body as the material stretched and gave over her hips. She paused just before she got to the good part, the part she knew he wanted to see, and cocked her head.

“Should I continue?”

“Take it off,” he spit out. “Now, Boston. Or I swear to God—”

She slipped the dress over her hips and let it fall in a pile of blue at her feet. She then kicked it to the side and spread her legs slightly, loving how hot he looked as he watched her.

“Fuck me,” he said hoarsely. “If I had known you were commando the entire night, I would have—”

“What would you have done, Mac?”

She took a step forward, her toes gripping the edge of the dock as she stood directly over him. His eyes, so dark under the night sky that they looked black, slowly moved down from the top of her head, lingering over her breasts before settling on the junction between her legs.

“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.

He slid two fingers inside her and slowly rotated them, curving upward, massaging, stroking—and he never took his eyes off her. Not even when he followed his fingers and kissed his way up her thighs and settled between her legs.

When his tongue darted inside her, Lily jerked, but he held her steady, his eyes on her as he licked and suckled and stroked her. The sight of him down there, his mouth on her most private part, was something she would never forget. The look in his eyes was feral, erotic, and primal.

Pressure from deep inside began to pull. It clawed and spread out in a blanket of heat that had everything clenching.

“Mackenzie,” she whimpered, gyrating her hips.

His tongue flickered over her clitoris, and she jerked again, her hands finding their way into the thick hair on top his head as she struggled to hold it together. But when he kissed her there…when he licked and then suckled the engorged nub, she lost it.

An animalistic sound erupted from inside her, and she bucked her hips, body fueled by desire as she sought release.

Her fingers gripped him, and she began to shake.

“Come for me, Boston,” he said roughly.

Lily arched into him and threw her head back, crying out as the pressure inside erupted. Everything went tight and hot and electric. Her body shook with convulsions as she shattered against him. Into him. Over him.

For several moments, she stared up at the night sky, panting and feeling as if her bones had liquefied. If he let go, she would slide into the water and drift away.

And then she felt his wet hands on her thighs, tugging her toward him. He was saying things, dirty things, his voice low and thick as his hands gripped her. Lily slowly righted herself and let him pull her into the water. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him, her mouth seeking his hungrily.