Pulling away, MacKenzie took two steps backwards. When her hand went to the buttons that held her dress together, Jake’s breath hitched in his throat. Looking at him from under her lashes, she pulled the first button through its eyelet. Then she moved on to the next, and the next until her sundress parted to reveal fawn colored underwear outlined with tantalizing brown lace. Jake remained perfectly still, his heart racing at all the skin she was revealing.
When she shrugged out of the dress, his eyes leapt to hers and held fast. She had been his fantasy for such a long time, and God knows he wanted to make love to her. He wanted it so much his body pulsed with need, but he had to be sure. He had to know that what she was offering him wasn’t a reaction to Carlos’ revelation.
“Are you sure, MacKenzie? Be very sure of what you’re offering me, because I have every intention of accepting your invitation. You need to know that if we do this, there will be no going back. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
MacKenzie hesitated. Jake knew he was being intense, and he didn’t care. He wanted her, and she needed to understand that if they took this step, he wasn’t going to let her go.
“I understand.”
Jake wasn’t sure that she did, but he was done waiting. She was his, and he wanted to make love to her. “Take off the rest,” he demanded. His words were more abrupt than he had intended, but he wanted to see all of her.
She complied in a way that made his mouth water, her actions a sensual revealing. MacKenzie removed first one strap and then the next of her lace bra. When she unhooked the front opening and allowed it to fall to the grass, Jake’s eyes zeroed in on his first sight of her breasts. They weren’t large, but for him, they were perfect. He also saw that she had another freckle, larger and darker than the rest in the valley between her breasts. Its position fascinated him and he fancifully mused that it had been placed there just for him.
When her hands hovered at her sides, ready to remove the last piece of clothing that covered her from his view, Jake stopped her. He would remove her panties when he was ready. What he wanted to see was her hair. He had never seen her hair unbound. It was always confined in a tight rope that hung down her back. “Let your hair down!”
MacKenzie faltered. “Umm, that’s not such a good idea, Jake.” She shook her head in the negative.
“Do it, MacKenzie,” he repeated, unsure of why she hesitated.
Taking a deep breath, she complied. Reaching behind her back, MacKenzie pulled off the band that held her hair in place. Then she began to unravel the braid. When she was done, she lowered her head and shook it, then flipped it backwards.
Jake’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. “Where the hell did all that come from?” Her actions had produced a halo of curls that framed her face as the sun picked out every shade of red known to man, and some that weren’t on the color spectrum.
“Hell,” Jake muttered as he tore off his Jacket and discarded it. Next came his shirt and tie. They too landed on the grass, forgotten. “Come here,” Jake demanded, his words a command.
Seemingly unable to deny him, MacKenzie, did his bidding. When she was standing before him, Jake ran a hand through her voluminous mane of red hair. At the same time, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her unresisting body flush against his. His other hand didn’t remain idle as he gathered a fistful of her curls, and wrapped them around his hand. The curls were soft and springy, and Jake loved the feel of them. He took her lips in a searing kiss needing to recall the taste of her. Her response was immediate. Their mouths fused, their tongues parried and swirled. Sensations assailed him, and he reveled in the feeling of them being in each other’s arms.
Jake pulled her so close he could feel the impressions of her hardened nipples against his chest. Ripping his lips away, he held her at arm’s length. “Finish undressing me.” He demanded. “I want you to see what you do to me.”
MacKenzie gasped at his passion filled demand, but she didn’t hesitate to carry out his bidding. Her hands sure, she made light work of removing his clothing. When she was finished, Jake stepped back. He wanted her to see him, all of him. He wanted her to know that nothing would ever stand between them.
Even as the cooling breeze blew against his skin, Jake felt as though he were being consumed by liquid fire. Blood rushed through his body and pooled in his engorged cock that stretched toward his rock hard abdomen. “This is for you, do you see what you do to me?” He asked, fisting his shaft to pull her eyes towards him.
MacKenzie’s gaze was riveted to his jutting cock and she ran her tongue over her lips. Jake knew he had waited long enough. He needed to make love to her. “Lay down.” He wanted to change his tone, make it less of a command and more the words of a lover, but he couldn’t seem to help himself.