She slid her leg over his hip and ground against him, the hard length of his erection making her weak with need. “You need less clothing.”
He raised his head and flashed her another slow grin. “Do I?” Without waiting for her to answer, he rose from the bed and stared at her. “I guess I can get rid of my clothes. They’re not magic, or anything.”
Mackenzie sat and wiggled to the edge of the bed. She dropped her feet to the floor and grinned at him. “Plenty of magic between the two of us. Though I wouldn’t mind seeing any interesting tricks you have. Ones that don’t involve you being invisible.”
His smile turned to laughter. “I usually keep those out of the bedroom, but I do have some more mundane ones up my sleeve.”
She brushed her fingers over his. “I don’t doubt that for a second.”
Jackson’s laughter died as he slipped his fingers into her hair and tilted her face up. “I think we’ve talked enough, baby.”
She let her gaze drift down and back up again, drinking in the sight of his lean, hard body. When her eyes met his she let her fingers follow, sliding them over warm skin and tracing the lines of his muscles. “I hope you’re not done talking.” She smoothed her hands back down his stomach to the buckle of his belt. “Your voice is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever heard.”
When he spoke, that voice was decidedly huskier. “I’ll keep that in mind.” His hands covered hers, strong and gentle. Together, they loosened his buckle and freed the leather. The sound of his heart, beating hard and fast in his chest, filled her ears, tangled up with the sound of her own shallow breathing.
The button on his jeans popped free and she nearly moaned as she shifted her hand down. Her fingers found his rigid cock through the rough denim, and she glanced back at him, watching his face as she traced her fingers along his erection in a teasing caress.
He squeezed his eyes shut and swayed as a tortured groan ripped free of his throat. “We won’t be taking our time if you keep that up, darlin’.”
She curled her fingers around the zipper and tugged, and the rasping sound of it filled the room as she dragged the zipper carefully over the hard bulge. He groaned again, the sound filling her ears, and Mackenzie struggled to breathe as he filled her newly enhanced senses. It was overwhelming, hearing his excitement and smelling his raw, masculine scent mixed with her own arousal.
Instinctive desires rose in her, odd and unfamiliar but powerful. She pressed her face to his stomach without thought, rubbing her cheek against his skin as she breathed in the scent that was uniquely his. “This is different. I want things—”
Jackson ran his hands down her arms and urged her to her feet. “What kinds of things?” he asked gently, his lips following the line of her jaw. “Tell me.”
Her head fell back, and she felt a rush of pleasure when his mouth brushed over her throat. “I don’t have words for it…”
“The instinctive things? I know about some of them. No actual experience, though.” His voice was low and vibrated against her neck. His teeth scraped her skin, closing lightly, and her knees gave out as primal satisfaction thundered through her. Only the firm pressure of his hands under her elbows kept her upright.
She whimpered and rubbed her body against his, desperate to feel him against her, to have his scent on her skin. The presence of her shirt, bespelled or not, was so aggravating she snarled as she tangled her fingers in it and jerked. “Next time we’re doing this naked.”
Jackson caught her hands and pulled them away from the shirt. “Stop doubting my creativity.”
His hands crept under the fabric, smoothing over her skin, and she moaned her satisfaction when his fingers teased over her painfully tight nipples. “I think I’m losing it,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I just want.”
“Shh.” He pushed her pants down, kneeling as he guided the heavy fleece down her legs. “You don’t have to explain it. Just show me what you need.” He drew his tongue slowly over the swell of her hip. “Show me.”
Her knees were too wobbly to hold her upright. She sank back onto the bed and threaded her fingers through his hair. “Touch me.”
He grinned and slid his hand up her body to cover her breast again, squeezing the nipple lightly between his fingers. “Like that?”
“Yes.” She sucked in a breath and parted her knees, tugging at him until his body was wedged between her legs. Her body hummed with pleasure, pleasure that pooled low in her abdomen in a growing ache. “More. God, more.”
He dropped his mouth to her thigh and kissed a path over her skin. “Show me.”
Mackenzie whimpered and flopped back against the bed. Half-formed visions filled her head, visions of Jackson above her, watching her as he thrust slowly into her body. Sweet, tender, gentle lovemaking.
The image disappeared, replaced with one of her on her hands and knees, arching her back in barely contained pleasure as his fingers curled around her hips and he slid into her. A little rough, passionate, primal as he claimed her—
She groaned and tightened her fingers. “The cat wants to go fast and hard. She needs it.”
He pressed his cheek against her belly as his fingers slid between her thighs, his thumb caressing her in slow circles. “Does that mean now?”
Yes. She pressed her hips against his hand with a throaty little moan as his touch made her body weak. “I need it,” she said again, her voice a hoarse whisper. “But I don’t want it to be over.”
He pulled his hand away. “We’ll do it again.” Even as he spoke, he dragged his wallet out of his back pocket and dug through it. “And maybe again, just because.”
“Yes.” She sat up, so fast she almost crashed her head into his chest. Her hands fumbled at his pants and she tugged them open as he rifled through his wallet. “We’ll try everything. Just so I know what I really want.”
Jackson managed to tear open the condom wrapper right around the time she pushed his jeans and underwear down his hips. “Good idea. Experimentation.”
Heat pulsed through her at the sight of his cock. She curled her fingers around it and stroked once from the base to the head, satisfaction flooding her when he groaned. She did it again and lifted her gaze to his. “What are we doing first?”
He handed her the condom, and guided her hands and the latex over his erection. Instead of answering, he moved back and pulled her off the bed to turn her over it. “Making the cat happy.” His hips rubbed against her ass, his chest to her back.
It felt right, and not just to the animal inside her. Mackenzie shivered, loving the heat she could feel from his body in spite of the damned shirt, and loving even more the feeling of being surrounded by him. She twisted her head to the side and pressed her cheek to his chin as she rocked back. “Yes…please, baby…please.”
He nudged her legs farther apart. His cock bumped against her and slid inside, a long, hot draw of sensation magnified by his low curse and the bite of his teeth on the back of her neck.
Her fingernails scratched against the bedspread and she choked on a cry of pleasure as something primal and instinctive roared through her. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air, and she lifted her head and stared at the torn bedspread. “F-fuck.” A tiny thread of fear uncurled inside her, making the pleasure and anticipation that much sharper. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
His hands trailed down her arms to her wrists, and he pinned them to the bed as he drew back and thrust into her again. She could have easily shaken him off, but the cat wasn’t interested in fighting. Not with Jackson.
She’d never been this aroused in her life, with the exception of the terrifying car trip to Boca Raton. But this was a different sort of need, one that spiraled dizzily higher when he pulled away and tightened around her when he pushed back in. “More.” The word spilled from her as she rocked her hips into his next thrust. “More.”