Whistlin' Dixie (Tempered Steel Book 1) (7 page)

Well, you wanted an opportunity to get to know him better. I’d say this is a pretty good one.
Just remember to take it slow.
Dixie wasn’t listening to her inner voice. She was too busy feeling, exploring all the wonderful sensations that rocked her naked body when she was being held in Mac’s arms. This was just like the last time, only better.
Slower. More intense, more exciting
. His hard body pressed so closely to her was making her breathless. And hot. He was so warm all over, all hard muscle and tender lips.
Surely he was hot too?
Maybe he needed to take off his shirt she thought with a smile.

  She pulled at the buttons on his shirt, eager to feel his skin. She whimpered as the shirt refused to budge when she tugged it out of his jeans. Mac was doing incredibly wonderful things to her breasts, cupping one in his big hand and pulling on the turgent peak. He repeated the process with the other breast and she felt the pull in her very core.

“Please, Mac.” Dixie didn’t know what she was desperate for. She just knew it was there.
Just out of reach
. She ground her hips against his jeans, loving the roughness against her.

His mouth hovered over hers, his steel eyes gazed at her questioningly, alight with passion’s promise, but willing to call a halt to what he wanted if she just said the word. “Dixie?” He breathed against her mouth.

Dixie melted and smiled as she met his gaze.
Oh Yes!

When she silently acknowledged her agreement by shifting closer to him and the flames of desire flicked through his body, Mac knew he was in heaven. He slid his hand around her neck, pulling her up to meet his hungry mouth. His tongue danced with hers as he devoured her.

He realized Dixie must feel his arousal through his jeans and the friction of cloth against her wiggling belly made him realize that her deepest desire was now simply to get
him
naked. She gyrated against him, hands fisting in his hair. He tightened his grip on her waist, telling her that the time for reconsidering had past.

His free arm reached up to discard the towel that hid her damp tresses from his probing eyes. Threading his fingers through her golden curls, he followed a winding path with his hands down the small of her back. Lifting one curl, he brought it to his lips then placed it with reverence on her bared breasts, smiling slightly, remembering his fantasy dream of just a few days ago. As he gazed at her beauty, he silently acknowledged that reality, in this instance, was a thousand times better.

His gaze returned to her face after a moment. He inhaled her scent. She smelled of lavender and vanilla. Sweet. She licked her lips in anticipation, her tongue darting out to skim across her upper lip. His hands moved to her face, cupping her cheek. He groaned and lowered his lips to hers, crushing her against him, securing her in place.

He plundered her tender mouth. This was no gentle kiss like before. This was full of pent-up passion and promise; his lips crushing, demanding entrance which she willingly supplied. She had every right to be frightened at his intensity, but he made sure she was being inundated with so many other, more exciting feelings that required her attention.

She opened her mouth wider and his tongue swept in again. He crushed her to him, his tongue mimicking the love play he hoped they would soon be sharing. Her hands crept up from his shoulders to wind around his neck, pressing even closer to him, yet it wasn’t close enough. He rained kisses along her cheek or jaw line, down her throat, and across her collarbone as she drew in a ragged breath. Dixie threw back her head and moaned when he plucked at her silk clad nipples. Mac pulled the robe completely off her. She gasped when he let his whiskers scratch her soft skin. He nuzzled the creamy breasts his hands had freed. When his cheek lightly grazed across one turgent peak, Dixie cried out softly and pulled slightly away from him, arching her back over his braced arms and lifting her breast for more of his caress.

“Did you like that baby?” He smiled and repeated the tender gesture. When he took the sensitive but into his mouth, she flinched. Mac grasped her butt and lifted her higher, pushing her more firmly against his hardened manhood. She wrapped her legs around his waist, nestling herself against him, opening to his touch. The scent of her arousal propelled Mac’s need out of control.

Mac knew he couldn’t stand much more of her sweet, uninhibited response. He began walking toward the back of the house, breaking their kisses only when he had to gauge the direction of her bedroom. He toe-opened the first door with this foot, noting the masculine design.
Dammit! Jamie’s room.

Dixie pointed to the door at the end of the hall. “There.”

Mac made it in two strides, pushing open the door, and once again taking her mouth in fierce possession. He tore his mouth away to look over his shoulder and find the bed. A single lamp was aglow on the nightstand beside the huge four poster bed that dominated the room. The soft pale sheets were turned down, and the drapes closed against the noises of the street outside.

Mac settled Dixie gently on the down comforter, taking a moment to view her completely. He drew in his breath sharply as he gazed at her innocent beauty. Her eyes were half closed, and her blonde hair was spread across the pillows in wanton disarray. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her breasts blushing pink from his whiskers, her nipples erect and begging for his mouth. Her hands were grasping fistfuls of the sheet as her hips undulated rhythmically searching for his touch.

Mac stared at her uninhibited display of passion. She was lost in a haze of desire.
He had made her feel this way.
She was beautiful. She instinctively lifted her arms to welcome him, wanting more. God, he was the luckiest man in the world.

He leaned down to trace her aereola, so pink and perfect, with one finger. Dixie grabbed his finger, sliding it down her torso. Mac smiled and slid his finger down to her clit, circling the swollen bud, but never touching. His finger slipped lower.

“God, baby, you are so wet,” His voice was a low growl, his control quickly deteriorating.

“That’s good, right?” she whispered, suddenly shy.

“Oh, yeah, baby. It’s perfect.” His finger invaded her again, his breath harsh and hot as he leaned over her. He removed his finger and brought it to his lips. “And you taste so sweet. I knew you would be sweet.”

Mac returned to her saturated folds, opening her gently with one finger, then two. She was so damn tight. He began to pump his fingers within her, stretching her for his cock. He laved and nipped at her breasts, tiny bites of pleasurable pain while his thumb touched her clit, pressing down.

“Oh, God, yes. Yes!” Dixie screamed. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, milking them with her climax. “Mac!” she keened as tremors shook her body, leaving her helpless in the aftermath of his mastery.

Mac’s last vestige of control slipped at the sound of her sexy scream. He withdrew his fingers, once again sucking on her sweet cream and began to undress quickly. He pulled his shirt over his head, heedless of the popping buttons and began unfastening his jeans. Perspiration dotted his forehead as he lowered them over his hips, his cock so hard he knew he wouldn’t last long inside her. He prayed he had enough control to take it slow, to ease the pain he knew she would experience. She was a virgin. He had felt her hymen when she was in the throes of her passion.
He would be her first. God, he loved that.

He reached for the condom he carried in his pocket.

He heard the slamming of the kitchen door and flinched.

Jamie was home.

Mac swore under his breath and glanced at Dixie, who was completely unaware of the change of events. He was unable to stop himself from running a light caress down the center of her body. She moaned in ecstasy as he grappled to get his own aching need under control.

Dixie was in a state of rapture. She knew she was on the brink of the most exhilarating experience of her life. Her first climax was so erotic, she couldn’t imagine it could be better with Mac inside her. But she wanted to find out. Oh, God, how she wanted to find out. She continued to writhe as aftershocks of her orgasm tore through her body. Yes, she wanted more.
More.

She never wanted it to end, but she became vaguely aware that Mac was no longer touching her lovingly. She wanted to cry. She craved his touches like the flowers crave the rain. She needed it to survive. But Mac wasn’t trying to make love to her. In fact, he was busy stuffing her back into her robe.

She became aware of the chill in the room. Oh God! What had she done? Why was Mac acting this way? Then she heard her brother’s voice in the kitchen and reality intruded with a vengeance. Dixie sat bolt upright in the bed and turned a shocked face to Mac.

“Hey, where are you, Dixie? Is that Mac’s truck out there? Where is he?” Jamie’s voice rang out like a shotgun blast to her height senses.

“Go into the bathroom and repair yourself,” Mac whispered. “I’ll catch him before he hits the hallway.” After a furtive glance at the still unoccupied hallway, Dixie did as Mac ordered, grabbing yoga pants and a t-shirt from a nearby chair and leaving Mac to deal with Jamie.

While Dixie beat a hasty retreat into the bathroom, Mac retrieved his shirt and tried to make himself as presentable as possible. He zipped up his jeans and fastened his shirt as well as he could considering he had lost three buttons, then ran a hand through his wayward hair. He exited the bedroom just as Jamie came from the kitchen.

“I’m right here, Jamie,” Mac called out as he came to the living room. “I’m afraid I got your sister out of the shower. She’s finishing up. I’m just looking around. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s awfully late to come calling. Has something happened with another home?” Jamie asked suspiciously. He tried to peer over Mac’s shoulder in search of Dixie, but Mac clapped a hand on him and steered them into the center of the living room.

“Well nothing tonight, but I wanted to apologize to you and your sister for that scene earlier. I overreacted, but Jeb is a letch and I didn’t want your sister near him. I’m sure you’d do the same thing. I still believe it’s best if I picked you up and brought you home. It’s no trouble and it will save your sister any embarrassment in the future.”

“Gee, Mac, that’s awfully nice of you, going out of your way just to pick me up.” Jamie offered the older man a saccharine smile. Mac knew his little speech hadn’t fooled the young man.

Dixie came up behind him. “That’s exactly what I thought, too.” She had donned her clothes and haphazardly braided her wet hair. She couldn’t do anything about her swollen lips though.

Jamie smirked.

“You want something to drink, Mac?” Jamie headed back toward the kitchen.

“No thanks. As you said, it’s late. I better go. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning around seven thirty.” Mac started for the door.

“I’ll walk you out,” Dixie said quickly as she closed the door and followed him outside. The night air was cool and she shivered as she walked to his truck. “You think he realized what we were doing in there?”

Mac quirked an eyebrow at her question. “A blind man would’ve known what was going on in there.” He pulled her into his embrace. She laid her head on his chest as he began rubbing her back to keep her warm. “I’d say I’m sorry about what happened, but I’d be lying. I’m just frustrated that it ended so soon.”

Dixie smiled into his chest. She felt the same way. She snuggled against him. She could hear his heartbeat, sturdy and comforting. Just like Mac. She’d come very close to giving herself completely to this man tonight. A man she hardly knew. Yet she knew he would keep her safe as she discovered the passion within herself. What about after their lovemaking? Did he want her now and forever, or was she just a temporary affair? And did it matter?

After a moment’s contemplation, Dixie came to the conclusion that what would be, would be. She wanted Mac Coalson on any terms. She desired him with her whole heart and soul, not to mention her body, and she would have him. Forever, if possible. If not, she knew she wouldn’t find a more tender lover for her first time. She may cry when their affair ended, but she wasn’t about to pass up the time spent loving him. It was definitely worth the risk.

She longed to tell him all that was in her heart and more, but her shyness was returning. So she hugged him closer and kissed his chest through his shirt, willing him to understand which couldn’t bring herself to say just yet.

Mac inhaled the fragrance of her golden hair. He smiled to himself as he absently rubbed his hands up and down her back, wrestling with the fact that he had been on the brink of initiating this young woman into the ultimate act of love. Unless he wanted to make a lifelong commitment to her, he should do the honorable thing and bow out now before the relationship became more involved. But even as he thought this, he tightened his arms around her. He knew he could never leave now. He sighed with little regret because his heart had already accepted what is mind had tried to reason through.

To hell with being a gentleman
.

He remembered her uninhibited response to his lovemaking. She’d driven him to the very brink of control with her sweet mouth and gentle caress. She had been on fire for him and only for him. Her climax had stolen his breath away. She was beautiful in her passion. No other woman had ever responded to him like she had. He knew she wasn’t experienced; her timid touch told him that much. So the very fact that she would have given herself to him so willingly and with such sweet surrender, was enough for him to know just how deeply her affections ran. It rivaled the intensity of his feelings for her. And they hadn’t even had their first official date yet.