WLUV Box Set: Ignited, Consumed, Burned (21 page)

If someone
came down this hallway, the two of them would certainly be discovered. But
Shelby wasn’t thinking about that.

If Brick
Cooper was waiting for her, it was very rude of her to not show up out front
like she’d promised. But Shelby wasn’t thinking about that.

If Mac was
too rough, too ruined, or too raw to be a good choice for a long-term
relationship, falling for him was a bad idea. But Shelby wasn’t thinking about
that.

She wasn’t
thinking at all. She was feeling.

Mac had
covered her lips with his and she was feeling him plunge his tongue inside her
mouth. It wasn’t tentative or restrained, it was him dominating her, and she
yielded, happily. Her body was singing, every cell awake and charged.

Mac didn’t
want anyone to touch her; only
he
was going to touch her. And she wasn’t
going to let him come to his senses this time.

Shelby’s
arms were trapped in the coat that Mac had wrapped her in, its collar in his
fist. She couldn’t resist or even put her hands on him. He held her up by the
coat and moved roughly from her mouth to her chin and down to her neck,
whispering her name, “Shelby.”

She
returned with a raspy whisper in his ear, “Mac.”

“Come on,”
it was an order, still bossing her around even now.

“Where?”

Mac guided
her out of the club toward his SUV. “It’s up to you, my hotel or your place.
But wherever it is we won’t be coming out for hours.” No humor in the
statement, Shelby noticed, just fact.

“My
place.” She was no-nonsense right back.

Mac
swooped her up and plopped her down in the front seat. She’d already decided
that the ten-minute ride would be her turn to take control.

When Mac
got behind the wheel and headed to her house, Shelby slithered out of the coat
and over to him. She pressed up against his massive arm and licked his earlobe,
along his jaw, and back. The car had yet to warm up and her skin was cold against
his heat. If he snapped out of it like he had before, it wouldn’t be before she
had a piece of him.

She saw
his Adam’s apple go up and down.

“You have
to stop, we won’t make it,” Mac’s order was a lot less commanding at that
moment.

“No. You
need to warm me up.”

Shelby put
a hand up his shirt and felt his chest under it, she tweaked each of his
nipples and he moaned.

Should
she?
Yes, she should
. Shelby slid her hand just under Mac’s belt buckle
and found what she wanted. She could barely get her hand around it and was
astonished at Mac’s size. She was also a little afraid, how would that fit? Her
college boyfriend was not even in the same league. He’d also come out as gay at
the end of their relationship, so confidence in her sexual abilities was rather
low… She shoved the thought from her mind. Shelby had to get out of her own way
on this one.

She was
determined to show Mac that she was not a child. She was going to drive him
crazy. He’d stopped them before, but this time she was going to make sure he
didn’t even consider the option.

She ran
her hand up and down his length and had to use every ounce of control she could
muster to not straddle him right there as he drove, a sure recipe for them to
crash into a tree.

As if he
was thinking the same thing Mac put a stop to her activities. “Okay, that’s
enough. I can’t concentrate, lamb.” With one arm, Mac immobilized her and
secured her so she couldn’t explore any further.

“Don’t you
like it?” Shelby teased, but she couldn’t keep the tinge of real concern from
her voice.

“Hush.
That’s not the problem.”

If she
couldn’t tease Mac in other ways since they were in a moving vehicle, she
decided she’d make a career out of pressing up against him. She felt drunk with
the nearness of him. She put her head on his shoulder and wrapped herself,
nearly her entire body, around his arm, and let herself imagine what was to
come next.

Finally,
they were at her apartment. He got
out first and dragged her out, picking her up like a ragdoll again.

If Shelby
used her key to get in, she didn’t remember, somehow she made her way inside
her apartment still in Mac’s arms. They didn’t make it to the bedroom, though.
After everything they’d gone through to reach that point, it was too far away.

Mac held
her and kissed her, softly at first, then more intensely, as she twirled the
hair at the back of his neck around her fingers. Shelby could have stayed like
that in his arms forever.

Maybe she
did, because time – which had ticked so slowly on the way here – wasn’t being
recorded in any way she knew of anymore. She felt disconnected from any sort of
clock or day or hour or deadline, the moment was so perfect. Or was it one
hundred moments? Was it one long kiss, or dozens of smaller ones, or both?
Shelby didn’t know. She just knew she was securely in his arms and their mouths
were locked together.

“I need to
see you.” Mac wasn’t asking, he was taking and it aroused her more than she’d
have thought. Usually, she hated to be pushed around, but this was different.
She was aroused and craved more of his commands.

Mac gently
pushed her back from him. The contrast between them was so stark, his large
shoulders, hands, and chest, against her fine bones, his work clothes against
her delicate ball gown.

Shelby
reached to unhook the clasp while Mac found its zipper on the side. She held
the two straps and hesitated, suddenly a little shy about being exposed, so Mac
reached around to her hand and took them himself, slowly peeling down the
dress. He slid it over her hips and then gently helped guide it to the floor.

She stood
before him in her plunging bra and barely-there panties; she was nearly
spilling out of the bra cups, as usual. Her breathing came in rasps and it
accentuated how tenuously the cups held her. Then it was Shelby’s turn to
swallow hard.

Did Mac
like what he saw? Was she too heavy on top and scrawny everywhere else? Was he
used to a supermodel? Shelby had no idea.

Mac was
still at her feet and she worried, losing confidence, her boldness in the car
ride forgotten. And then she felt it.

His breath
was hot on her ankle. With his hands behind her calves, he was slowly working
his way up her body in kisses and nips of his teeth. He trailed up one leg and
then the other, staying on his knees. She put her hands on his shoulders to
prevent herself from falling over, swooning? Was that what they called it?
Yeah, she was pretty sure she might swoon.

When he
got to her hot center, he stopped. She was covered only by flimsy panties and
knew her heat was radiating outward from there. Then Mac used his teeth to drag
down her panties. Shelby couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through her as he
plunged his hot tongue inside her. She gasped and nearly fell, but he reached
up to support with his arms as he darted and pressed and sucked her in. No one
had ever done anything like that to her. She was shy at the thought, at first,
but then Shelby found herself pressing against him, his strong chin, his lips;
his stubble tickled against her sensitive flesh. It was wicked and made her
feel wild. The inhibitions that nudged at her consciousness a moment ago
disappeared in a swirl of need and pleasure. 

She felt a
quickening in her core and cried out, “Mac, I’m going over.”

“It’s okay
baby. Come for me.”  He growled it, and his deep voice vibrated inside her.
What he said was just as shocking as what he did. His mouth on her became the
focus of the universe and she wiggled against him and felt herself lose all
control.

At that moment,
he plunged one finger, then two into her as she began to fly apart. The orgasm
that began with his tongue now seemed to give way to something more powerful as
he pressed into her. She dissolved into a puddle of sensation. She’d never felt
an orgasm like this, or really at all. As she melted into it, she began to lose
her footing.

 Mac knew
it and climbed the rest of the way up her body to take her in his arms. He
guided her to the floor and ran his hands up and down her skin as she caught
her breath. She was still wearing the pink strappy heels, she noticed. The
carpet was slightly rough beneath her, but it only added to the riot of
sensations.

“I need to
see you, too.” Mac obliged her, taking off his shirt, pants, and boxers. She
marveled at the man. And it crossed her mind again that he might split her in
two, but she figured it would be a glorious way to go. She saw his scars— one
on his side, another on his shoulder. She wondered about them, a question for
later.

Mac
somehow undid the hook of her bra which had served up her breasts and pushed
them out for him as an offering. He flung it somewhere as she lay there naked
for him, hoping he liked what he saw.

“You’ll
leave the shoes on,” Mac growled. He lowered his head to her breasts but not
before looking down the length of her. The thought of Mac touching her breasts
now made her nearly as aroused as what he’d done with his tongue a second
before. Her breasts felt full, peaked and overdue for attention. The kind of
attention he’d given her most private places.

**

Shelby
Virtue nude on the floor below him was impossible to resist. Mac couldn’t get
enough her white skin, so soft but for the hard little peaks of her nipples,
and wasn’t really sure where he wanted to start. He’d never seen anyone so
sexy, soft, but intense at the same time. Her reactions to him so right, so in
tune with what he wanted. She’d come alive under his hands in a way that stoked
his desire beyond what he’d ever experienced.

 He ran
his hands up and down her leg, and she wrapped it around his waist, the heels
digging into his backside.

In the end
her glorious, too big for her body, breasts won the day. Mac licked them,
tasted them, and then gently bit her nipples, sucked them into his mouth so he
could roll them both one by one over his tongue.

The little
lamb was crazy with lust again, even after losing it a few minutes before.

Mac rubbed
his entire body over hers, their skin feeling like some sort of chemical
reaction against each other, a fizz, a sigh, something happened when they
touched each other all over. It was as if his skin had a hunger for hers, like it
found the missing element it needed to really be alive.

Maybe it
was that they were polar opposites. His skin was rough against hers, his hands
dark on her creamy flesh. Mac gathered her breasts together and put both of her
nipples in his mouth at once, her writhing and little moans firing into his
blood.

He waited
as long as he could, loved every part of her as long as he could because he
knew once he entered her it would be too powerful, and the control he was
holding on to now would evaporate quickly.

Mac put
his hands around Shelby, cupping her perky little bottom and spreading her
backside.

“Mac
please, please now… I can’t wait anymore…”

“Yes lamb,
I’m going to try to be gentle.”

“I don’t
want you to be. I don’t think.”

“Shh.” Mac
kissed her, calmed her then he pushed into her slowly at first, afraid to hurt
her. She gasped, and tensed a bit. He knew he was a lot to take, especially for
such a little thing like Shelby.

He slowly
moved in further and out and then in a bit more so she could get used to him.

“Yes,
god.” She moaned into his ear.

“Hold on
tight, lamb.” Mac grabbed Shelby’s hips and plunged in deep, to the hilt. She
gasped and he plunged in again. He would make she knew she wasn’t Cooper’s or
anyone else’s, just his. There was no more thought of gentle, slow, or
restrained; there was no going back from this point forward. She fit like a
glove, tight and hot, and he could feel her desire coursing all over him,
surrounding him.

He felt
himself lose control and Shelby wisely did as he instructed. She reached up and
wrapped her arms around his neck as his rhythm turned from measured stroke to
animal lust.

She arched
her back towards him as he exploded in release. For a fleeting second he hoped
her head wasn’t crashing into anything but he drove in deeper, harder.

He felt
her muscles contract around him and heard her moan as they both let loose at
once. He pushed in and then in again, further, and she matched him as best she
could, somehow milking every last bit out of him. He came with a force that
shocked the hell out of him and this little china doll didn’t break but heated
up right along with him. He collapsed on top of her softness. He was a goner
for her, no question; he’d resisted her for a reason. Shelby Virtue was every
sexual fantasy he’d ever had rolled into a gorgeous little package.

As they
struggled to catch their breath and come down, Mac felt an urgent little tap on
his shoulder. “I can’t breathe.” He was suddenly aware of her tiny shallow
breaths. His weight was crushing her. Mac rolled over in a panic and switched
their positions so Shelby lay on his chest.