"Then I don't mind."
Mouth dry, Kindra stepped in front of the camera and turned so both their profiles would be recorded. She licked her lips nervously and her breath hitched.
Mack seemed to sense her sudden apprehension. He said, "Take your shirt off."
"Okay." Lifting her arms, Kindra arched her back and pulled the tank top off, letting it tumble out of her hand as she tossed her hair out of her eyes.
"Touch your nipples." He was leaning back again, lips parted, eyes dark and cloudy. His voice was soft and coaxing.
Kindra became painfully aware of the camera. This was supposed to be her show. She had intended to strip for Mack, then give him a lap dance of sorts in the chair. Not do what he wanted, not touch herself.
"Go on," he urged. "I can see how hard and hot they are. They're just begging to be touched."
They were hard and hot. Her nipples were aching, erect and budding. She closed her eyes. She couldn't do this.
Sensing Mack had moved closer, her eyes flew open. He had rolled the chair until he was right in front of her. Desperate, wanting his hands on her, aching with need and feeling too inhibited to touch herself, she rocked forward.
Mack put his hands on her inner thighs. Her skirt went up. His head bent. Fingers parted her. She gripped his shoulders.
Hot breath teased her clit, but he didn't touch her. The need was painful.
"Mack, please."
"I'll take care of this if you touch your tits," he murmured, giving her damp curls a little sharp tug.
When put that way… Kindra reached up and cupped her breasts, gasping with pleasure as Mack's tongue found her and stroked lightly.
She threw her head back, and gave a soft moan. He was teasing, tasting with a maddeningly light touch that had her squeezing and rubbing her nipples in desperation. He pulled back completely and gazed up at her.
Her hands didn't stop.
"Oh, yeah, like that. That's good, baby." Then he bent back over and plunged his tongue deep inside her.
Kindra came with a cry, and the only thing that kept her standing was Mack's hands on her legs, holding her still. Her hands dropped and she drew in a shaky breath.
"Mack…" As the tight passion settled down to satisfaction, Kindra felt her eyes pricking. She bit her lip. God, she was not going to be a total dip and cry, was she?
She'd rather go bald. At least there were wigs to fix that. Nothing was going to prevent total humiliation if she went emotional and confessed her feelings for Mack.
He was laughing softly, his grip on her legs relaxing. His soft lips pressed her inner thigh. "You're incredible," he murmured.
It was going to happen. She was going to cry. Shoot. Blinking hard, she pushed him back into the chair. Feelings of love rose up in her and threatened to overwhelm her. If she couldn't tell him, she could show him.
And hide her face in the process.
Kindra went down on her knees.
Mack's eyebrows shot up.
He opened his mouth to say something.
Kindra didn't wait to hear. Pulling his erection out from his black boxers, she bent over and took a nice long luscious suck.
Chapter Six
Mack stared at the ceiling and gave a lusty sigh. Damn, he felt good. Never better, in fact. The lack of sleep didn't bother him.
Not when he had spent half the night making love to Kindra. She was incredible. Giving, daring, yet shy. The way she was in bed reflected the complexity of her personality out of bed.
Full of surprises.
Mack rolled over in Kindra's guest bed and watched her sleeping, her auburn hair spilling across her face. She had pulled the blanket up tightly under her chin, and her lush mouth was open as she breathed in and out with a soft whisper.
Settling himself up against her back, Mack stroked her smooth thighs. His body responded instantly, and a huge boner was pressing into her backside in less than thirty seconds.
He couldn't help himself. Kindra did things to him, made him feel a way he never had.
When she woke up, he was going to tell her that he'd fallen in love with her.
No time like the present. Dusting a kiss on her shoulder, he reached around and slid a finger inside her, then back out, teasing her clit.
He felt her body swell and moisten. Her eyes popped open.
"Mack," she murmured, her voice heavy with sleep. "It's too early."
"Then why are you wet?" He sucked her earlobe.
Already her body was rocking against his hand, her breath hitching.
"I'm not," she insisted. "I'm still asleep."
"Then you must be having a damn good dream."
Kindra's fingers clenched the sheet as she moved faster against him.
Mack added a second finger and sent her over the edge. Kindra shuddered and relaxed back on the pillow.
"Mmmm."
"My thoughts exactly." He rubbed his lips across her cheek and pulled his hand back.
"So what are your plans for the day?" He pictured snuggling half the day away, maybe grabbing some lunch and a movie, sharing a shower. Stopping by his apartment for fresh clothes and his toothbrush, then hightailing it back to Kindra's for another night together.
Driving in to work together tomorrow.
Kindra stiffened. "Today? Oh, I have… things to do."
"What things?" He didn't like the sound of that. "I could do them with you."
"No, no." Now she scooted away from him and sat up, hugging the sheet around herself. "It's girl stuff."
Confused, a feeling of foreboding creeping over him, Mack said, "What girl things? Like buying tampons or something? That doesn't bother me."
Well, actually it did, but if that meant he could spend the day with Kindra, he could tolerate the whole heavy versus light flow conversation.
She turned back to him. "Mack…"
Foreboding was no longer creeping up. It was flat out biting him on the ass. There was an "I'm sorry" coming here, he just knew it.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea to see each other again."
"What?" Now he sat straight up. What the hell was she talking about? He had just decided they were perfect for each other. She couldn't possibly mean that their one-night stand was a real, honest-to-God, one-night stand.
"This was fabulous, really, an amazing night, but that's all it was. You know that."
He didn't know that. God, he felt so cheap, so used. Baffled, he gaped at her.
Gently, she gave him a small smile, clutching the sheet across her chest. "Your twelve hours is up."
His own words thrown back at him. Mack struggled for composure even though his chest felt as if someone had dug their fist in and ripped out his heart.
He'd thought there was something there, that sometimes Kindra had looked at him with tenderness. That the things they'd done were so much more than sex. They'd been intimate, personal.
Obviously he had been completely wrong.
"Do you want some breakfast before you go?"
Her back was exposed, creamy white flesh mocking him, taunting him as she looked at him over her shoulder. Her beauty nearly undid him.
But he'd be damned if he'd grovel or cry. Somehow he'd get out of this with his dignity intact.
"No, thanks." Like he was going to sit there in the kitchen and eat some freaking eggs while she wished him gone.
"Did I prove my point?" he asked roughly.
Her little pink tongue slipped out and licked her lip. "Oh, yeah, you proved it. This was much, much better than cybersex."
It was something.
Not what he wanted, but something. And at least he could be comforted by the fact that he hadn't blurted out his feelings and suffered extra humiliation as she let him down gently.
Nor would he follow her around like a dog after a bitch in heat, though she did reduce him to panting.
"Good," he said, his jaw clenched. "Tell that guy to get some new lines, will you? That alone will make it better for you."
Then he got up off the bed and strode to the bathroom, not sticking around to hear Kindra's reply. The sudden image of Kindra in her computer chair letting that filthy guy talk nasty to her made him livid. Hot with fury and sick with jealousy.