Chapter 37
Now, where were we?" Mack's voice was a low rumble, sending vibrations through Viola's body. His hands, which had been stilled during their conversation, began to move again, tracing the curve of her shoulder, the slope of her neck, the hollow of her throat.
"You were about to remind me I'm not broken, I think," she said, a hint of defiance in her voice.
Mack's smile was slow and wicked, his eyes never leaving hers. Well, let me make it up to you," he said, his voice a low murmur as he dipped his head to press a kiss to her collarbone. Viola's breath caught in her throat, her fingers tightening in his hair as he trailed kisses down her chest.
"Mack," she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of pleasure and surprise. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, before continuing his trail of kisses lower still. Viola's hips bucked involuntarily as his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her abdomen, her body arching off the bed. Mack's hands gripped her hips, holding her steady, as he moved lower still, his lips worshiping every inch of her skin. Viola's breath came in short gasps, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She could feel the heat of Mack's mouth through the thin fabric of her underwear, and she knew she wouldn't be able to take much more. She wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now.
"Mack," she gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Please, I can't... I need you now."
Mack looked up at her, his eyes glinting with satisfaction and desire. "Not yet, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "I'm not done exploring you yet."
He shifted his attention to her inner thighs, his lips and tongue teasing her sensitive skin, making her writhe and squirm beneath him. Viola's breath came in ragged pants, her body aching for more. "Please, Mack," she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. Mack looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Not yet, sweetheart. I want to make sure you're ready for me. I want you to be begging for it."
He moved up her body again, his hands trailing up her legs, her hips, her stomach, until they cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Viola arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. he loved it when she moaned, the more she moaned the more he wanted her, the more she cam the more he needed her
. he moved his hands lower, cupping her ass and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, making her legs dangle off the side.
"Mack," she gasped, her eyes widening as she realized what he was doing. "What are you-"
"Shh," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Just trust me, Viola. Let go and trust me."
He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, making her shiver. He could feel her resistance, the tension in her muscles as she tried to pull away. But he held her firmly in place, his hands on her hips. "Relax, sweetheart. I've got you." Mack smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked up at her. "That's my girl," he murmured, before pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, making her shiver.
He started at her ankle, his lips and tongue tracing a slow, torturous path up her leg, making her squirm and gasp. He took his time, savoring every inch of her skin, every quiver and moan that escaped her lips. He could feel her trying to hold back, but he knew she was fighting a losing battle. She wanted this as much as he did, and he was determined to make sure she enjoyed every second of it.
When he finally reached the apex of her thighs, he smiled against her skin, feeling her tremble beneath him. He looked up at her, his eyes hooded with desire, and slowly parted her folds with his fingers, revealing her most intimate place.
"Mack," she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate. "Please."
He chuckled low in his throat, a dark, sexy sound that sent a shiver through her."Patience, sweetheart. We've got all night."
He leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, and began to tease her with his tongue. Viola's hips bucked, her body begging for more, but Mack held her firmly in place, his hands gripping her hips.
He took his time, exploring every inch of her, tasting, teasing, driving her wild with desire. Viola's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest as she fought to hold on.
"Mack, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "I can't take much more."
Mack looked up, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of amusement. "You can take it, sweetheart. You're stronger than you think."
He continued his sensual assault, his tongue and lips driving her to the edge of sanity. Viola's hands fisted in the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she tried to find something to anchor herself to. Her body was a live wire, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her.
"Mack!" she cried out, her hips bucking wildly as he flicked his tongue against her most sensitive spot. Mack chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers through her already sensitive body. He knew he was driving her mad, but he loved every second of it. He loved the way she responded to him, the way her body moved against his, the way her breath hitched in her chest. He was addicted to it, to her.
"Mack, please," she begged, her voice hoarse and desperate. "I need you inside me. Now."
Mack pulled back, looking up at her with a wicked grin. I want to torture you a little longer."
He moved up her body, his hands trailing fire across her skin. He settled himself between her thighs, his erection pressing against her, teasing her with its promise. Viola's eyes opened, her lips parting as she panted for breath. The intensity in Mack's gaze sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through her.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "So responsive. So fucking perfect."
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Viola's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. She could feel every hard line of his body, every inch of him driving her wild.