Heat of the Storm by Elle Kennedy

with you too, Wil .”
    She spun around and hurried out the door, the heels of her sexy leather boots clicking with each furious step.
    “Go,” Hol y said with a sigh.
    Without a response, Wil shot out of the booth and took off after Mackenzie. He caught up to her just as she reached her car. “Don’t even think about running off,” he ordered, digging his fingers into the sleeve of her shirt.
    “Leave me alone,” she said, trying to free her arm.
    He tightened his grip and dragged her to the narrow al eyway that separated Paula’s general store from the hair salon. A single bulb bathed the al ey in a pale yel ow glow, revealing Mac’s wet cheeks and eyelashes that were spiky with tears. Her gaze flitted al over the place, landing on everything but him.
    “Look at me,” he demanded.
    “No.”
    He edged closer, slowly backing her into the brick wal , one hand stil on her arm, the other now on her chin. He forcibly made her look at him. “What the hel do you want from me, Mackenzie?”
    She let out a smal sob. “Nothing.”
    “Bul shit. What do you want?”
    A few more tears spil ed out of the corners of her eyes. “I don’t want anything to change.”
    “Too bad, it has.” He wiped the tears away with his thumb, then lowered his fingers and rubbed her bottom lip. “Everything changed the moment you kissed me. Not when I showed up at your house during the storm, not when I slid my cock into you, but when you kissed me.”
    “I already told you, I was upset about Dan and—”
    “You were attracted to me,” he cut in. “You’re stil attracted to me.” He dragged his fingers along the slender column of her throat, across her col arbone, down to that enticing ‘V’ of her chest.

    “Don’t,” she whispered.
    He dipped his fingers into her cleavage, stroking the upper swel of one breast. “Don’t even pretend you want me to stop,” he whispered back.
    She gasped as he moved his palm underneath the lacy cup of her bra and cupped her breast. “This isn’t right.”
    “It’s right,” he disagreed huskily. “Baby, it’s always been right.”
    He let go of her arm, moving his other hand underneath her shirt. He cupped both breasts, stroking, dragging his thumbs over her nipples. Her breathing quickened, her blue eyes dark with arousal.
    Knowing she was turned on, that he turned her on, made his cock thicken and strain against his zipper.
    Anticipation coiled inside him, tight and urgent like a rattlesnake about to attack. With a groan, he lowered his head to those enticing breasts, nuzzling his cheek against one stiff nipple before catching it in his mouth and sucking deeply.
    Mac gasped with pleasure.
    “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured then scraped his teeth over her hard bud.
    She didn’t reply, only released a little moan, and it was al he needed to hear. With his face on her breasts, tongue licking a nipple, he slid his hands down to her ass and squeezed her firm buttocks, stroking and caressing, the intimate massage making her moan again. His cock jerked when Mac’s fingers found their way into his hair, tugging on the dark strands, keeping him trapped against her breasts.
    God, he would never get enough of this woman.
    He moved a hand to the button of her jeans, skil ful y popped it open and let his fingers go exploring. He rubbed her pussy through her panties, the heat of her searing his skin. His groin clenched. Fuck, he could come right now if he let himself, just from the feel of that hot mound under his palm. Mac started rocking against his hand, urging him on with soft little sounds, against his hand, urging him on with soft little sounds, thrusting her breasts into his face.
    With a strangled groan, he shoved aside the crotch of her panties and found her clit, applying pressure with his thumb.
    Mac threw her head back and climaxed, a rippling explosion that covered his fingers with moisture and made every inch of him ache with raw, uncontrol able desire.
    “I’m taking