Very wrong.
Maybe Mack could give them some tips. He certainly knew what he was doing.
And if the number of smiling women he had dated in the past were any indication, she wasn't the only one who thought so.
Jealousy surged up in Kindra, catching her off guard. She didn't like the thought of Mack looking at another woman the way he did her. But he wasn't hers.
He was hers for only twelve hours. She had to remember that.
So she should do her best to enjoy him for the time she had, then worry about the after later.
Mack's profile was toward her, and she watched his lips move as he read silently. Admiring his strong jaw and straight nose, she was distracted by the urge to bury her hands in that short black hair and tug.
"You know what?" he said, glancing over at her. "We've been doing this wrong, I think."
It was working for her. "Why?"
"Because this isn't how you would be doing this normally, is it? I mean, when you're here by yourself, reading these e-mails."
She stared at him, not sure what he meant. "I don't know…"
A finger came out and landed on her mouth. "Shh. I'll show you what I mean."
The scent of his skin, a salty sweet smell with remnants of spices, rose to her nostrils.
Guided by instinct, she slipped her tongue out between her lips and licked his finger.
It was a tossup who was more surprised.
"Shit," he exclaimed, his eyes half closed.
Her sentiments exactly.
He slid his finger in between her lips.
Kindra wrapped herself around it and sucked, gently. Mack hovered over her. She could feel his control wavering as he struggled to hold himself still.
She sucked harder, pulling his finger down deep, gliding her tongue up and down. It occurred to her exactly what she was mimicking and the thought had her aching for him inside her.
When he yanked his finger back, she cried out in disappointment.
"Naughty, naughty," he taunted. "I can see I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on you."
Kindra wished he would. An eye, and a hand, and a tongue…
Her aggressive move had startled her. She wasn't used to taking the lead with men.
But she also knew it wasn't in her nature to be so obedient. It was something she had trained herself to do, until she had lost sight of herself in her shy persona.
Mack made her feel bold.
"Sorry," she lied with a grin.
"No, you're not."
Shaking her head, she admitted, "No."
He brushed her mouth with a hot kiss. "Good. You're free to do whatever you want here, Kindra. Sex with me is never having to say you're sorry."
It sounded funny and she let out a soft laugh.
With a grin, he said, "Are you laughing at me?"
"Not at you. With you," she corrected, remembering the reprimands she used to receive from her mother.
He snorted. "I wasn't laughing." He squeezed her hand. "But don't worry, you won't be laughing in a minute. Not when you're having the greatest sex you've ever had."
She was ready. Bring it on. "I promise not to laugh." She let her eyes drop down to his erection.
He got the implied joke. "Hey!"
She found herself pressed up hard against him, his mouth on her neck, his impressive male parts bumping her in the perfect spot.
He was chuckling. "You're going to regret that, Kindra Hill. No more Mr. Nice Guy."
She didn't want nice. She wanted hard. She wanted down and dirty.
"Sorry." Then she said in a soft meek voice that was anything but, "I'll be good."
Mack made a strangled sound as he moved back a step, shaking his head. "I can't wait to see how good you're going to be."
Neither could she.
Chapter four
Damn, damn, damn. Did she know what she had just done to him? He had almost lost it right then and there without her even laying a finger on him.
Hell, he knew there was more to Kindra than the uptight woman she was at work. Hadn't he seen that flash in her eyes? It was there now, as her eyes defied her words.
Kindra was dynamite, just waiting to explode.
Her mouth said she would be good, but her eyes said she wanted to be bad, very bad.
Perfect.
He pulled her forward. "I was talking about the e-mails, remember? I want you to show me how you read them."
Confusion crossed her face.
"Do you sit in the chair? Do you stand up?" It had given him a sleepless night last night imagining her reading those e-mails, getting all hot and bothered, with no one to satisfy her.
Fuck. Now he was hot and bothered. Again. Maybe he had never stopped being turned on since the minute he'd walked into her office the day before.
"I sit in the chair."
"Have a seat then." He gestured to the chair, pulled out in front of the computer.
"What do you wear? Pajamas? Sexy clothes? Or are you naked?" That was a image that wouldn't leave now that he'd pictured it. Kindra, naked, legs crossed, head thrown back, hand on the mouse.
She gasped. "Not naked. Just regular clothes."
"Show me," he urged.
She sat down in the chair. It swiveled a little. She looked at him in question.
"And then you just read?"
Kindra nodded wordlessly.
"So read to me. Out loud." He had chosen the message he wanted. It was up on the screen.
There was a pause, then she turned toward the screen. Mack saw her jaw work as she swallowed hard. Then she spoke in a tremulous voice.
" 'Kindra, I want my hands all over you.' " Her cheeks stained a pretty pink color.
He dropped his hands to her shoulders and spread his fingers out.
She jerked forward.
"Shh. Keep reading."
Her body was rigid, straight in the chair, but after a deep breath, she read, " 'I want to run my fingers down over your nipples and fill my hands with your hot tits.' "
She whispered the last word, succumbing to shyness at the last second.
"What? I didn't catch the last thing you said."
Right. He had heard her, she was sure of it. He was playing with her again. And she liked it. A lot.
She said, marginally louder, " 'Tits.' "
Kindra knew her face was burning. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but at the same time she was excited, pulsing with need and feeling brassy and bold. Mack's hands were trailing down her chest, brushing past her nipples to cup her, squeezing gently. He pulled her tank top up past her breasts.
Her eyes drifted close.
"What else?"
She refocused on the screen. " 'Then I'll rub your nipples, pinch them until you beg for me to suck them…' " She trailed off with a gasp.
Mack was already rubbing and pinching, his hands moving slowly and lazily as if he had nothing better to do but stand there over her and tease her, working her like a radio dial. She panted. She groaned.
Her head fell back. He moved and moved until she couldn't stand it. Twisting in the chair, arching to make him take more, she cried out.
His hands didn't move away or take more, they just kept brushing and squeezing until she was gripping the seat of the chair in agony.
"Mack, please!"
"Please what?"
"Suck them. Please." Shyness came a distant second to greedy passion.
"Since you asked so nicely." His head came over her shoulder, and he pushed her shirt out of the way.
He pulled her into his mouth, and she groaned. Yes, that's what she wanted, and she threw her arm back to allow him better access. Desire shot through her, and she pushed her sandals against the carpet.
The wheels moved the chair a little and sent him off balance.
"Now don't go anywhere," he said as he stood back up.
Kindra reached her arms up, intent on pulling him back, but he moved out of her reach.
"What's next?"
"What?" She realized he meant the e-mail, of course, but needed to hear him say it. Wanted him to guide her.
"You know what I mean. Read, Kindra."