Heat of the Storm by Elle Kennedy Page B

heatedly. “You…you brought her here… kissed her…and she’s not even your girlfriend?”
    “Nope.”
    His cavalier tone intensified the jolt of betrayal in her bel y. “You tricked me? Why the hel would you do that?”
    He shrugged. “To make you jealous.” She’d known the answer before he even said the words, and she suddenly felt like a total idiot for playing right into his hands. Of course Wil wouldn’t have fal en into bed with someone else a mere day after he’d slept with Mac. He wasn’t that kind of man.
    Oh no, Wil was loyal to the core, ridiculously stubborn, dead-set on getting what he wanted, and for fifteen years, he’d wanted her . So much so that he’d resorted to juvenile tactics to get her.
    And he’d succeeded, that son of a bitch. Mac knew without a doubt tonight’s vision wouldn’t have come true, she wouldn’t have let him bring her to orgasm in that damn al ey, if Hol y hadn’t been in the picture. The sight of Wil with another woman had made her insane, hammered her with nails of jealousy and resentment, and driven her to give Wil exactly what he wanted.
    “Oh, don’t look at me like that,” he said with a dry grin. “You would’ve done the same thing in my place.”
    “Maybe in the sixth grade ,” she huffed. “Damn you!
    It’s not fair to play with people’s emotions like that.” He moved closer again, the spicy, masculine scent of him fil ing her nose and weakening her resolve. She held up a hand. “Don’t you dare come any closer. I’m furious with you.”
    Another shrug. “Good. I’ve found angry sex can be damn hot.”
    She swatted at his outstretched hands. “I’m not having sex with you.”
    “Yes, you are.” His voice was smoky with heat and seduction.
    Almost immediately, her mind cleared of everything but the desire she felt for this man. She forgot about the vision of his helicopter, her anger about his lie, everything.
    Damn it, she wanted just one more night with him.
    Mac’s breasts grew heavy and her muscles clenched in anticipation as he thrust his hand in her hair and angled her head to accommodate his approaching mouth. The kiss was electrifying, molten hot and deliciously erotic. His tongue pried her lips open, delving into her mouth and flicking determinedly against her own tingling tongue.
    And then his lips moved, and he was exploring her neck, nibbling her flushed skin. “You are going to have sex with me,” he murmured, his breath fanning over her flesh. “Tonight, tomorrow morning, tomorrow night, and the night after, and the one after that. I’m going to fuck you every second of every fucking day, until you won’t remember what it’s like not having my cock inside of you.”
    His mouth returned to hers, his tongue tracing her His mouth returned to hers, his tongue tracing her lower lip. “Now take off your clothes. I want to look at you.”
    She feared he might’ve cast a spel on her, because she found herself doing precisely what he’d asked. She stripped off her shirt and bra then wiggled out of her jeans and panties. Just like that. He commanded, and she obeyed. Damn it. She should hate herself for her weakness, how easily she gave into this man’s husky orders and persuasive hands.
    Wil ’s dark eyes studied every inch of her exposed body. Each time his gaze lingered, on her breasts, her tummy, her thighs, her sex, flames licked at her skin. She was unbearably hot, painful y aroused.
    Damn him.
    Features strained, Wil unceremoniously ripped his shirt over his head then tackled his jeans. After he shucked his boxers, he stepped toward her, naked, beautiful, his thick cock jutting out eagerly.
    Moisture pooled between her legs. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted every inch of him buried deep inside of her.
    “Widen your legs,” he rasped out.
    She did as he asked, shivering wildly as he sank to his knees and kissed the inside of one thigh. His big hands rested on her buttocks, drawing her toward him, toward his