This Game Called Life (Kingdom Book 4)

Without hesitation, MacKenzie folded herself down onto the soft grass, Jake followed. In a heartbeat, he covered her, blocking out the sun. He was greedy, he wanted all of her attention. He wanted to be the one whose heat she experienced against her skin.

“You will forget your ex-lovers. From this point forward, they mean nothing. I will provide everything you need... everything you want. Tell me what you want, MacKenzie. Tell me, and it’s yours,” Jake whispered, his tongue in constant motion as it twirled around the shell of her ear.

MacKenzie didn’t respond as her body arched up, her hands clutching at him, her nails a biting pleasure-pain against his shoulder.

It wasn’t enough for Jake. He wanted the words. He wanted her to tell him what she wanted from him.

“I want you inside me,” she gasped.

Jake wanted that too, but he wanted her to relinquish all thoughts of every other man that had gone before. He wanted her to know that he was her present and her future, and them being together was all that mattered.

“Are you ready for me, MacKenzie?” Jake probed as he pulled away to look at her.

“Yes,” she gasped, her eyes a flood of want.

“I don’t think you are, but you will be. I want you to be left in no doubt that you belong to me and that I belong to you.”

Adjusting his body, he fixed his eyes on the last scrap of material that covered what was his. He had deliberately stopped her from removing her panties because he wanted to do it himself.

Hooking his hands on either side of her hips, it was his intention to reveal her slowly, baring her by increments, feasting on the place he had waited so long to see and experience. At the last moment, he changed his mind and ripped her underwear apart. In perpetual motion, he lifted her hips and removed his handy work. Keeping eye contact, he brought the material to his face and inhaled her scent that was embedded in the material.

“I’m going to keep this as a reminder of the first time we made love,” Jake purred.

Dropping the panties, he looked down at her body, his eyes running over her, missing nothing. Not the strip of auburn hair that covered her, or the moisture that glistened against it.

“Where should I begin? Jake asked rhetorically, already moving up her body. With each brush against her, he reveled in their differences; his hardness, her softness. “Touch me. I need you to touch me,” Jake groaned, his mouth hovering over her parted lips.

MacKenzie grasped his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, eliminating their separation. Her free hand gripped his backside as she pulled him close and rubbed against the hardness of his body.

He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep within her. She was wet for him, he had seen the evidence of that, and now he could feel it as she gyrated against his naked body.

Removing her hand from his hair, he drew in a breath and did his best to refocus. Gathering both her hands into one of his, Jake placed them above her head. Recalling the freckle nestled between her breasts he found it and kissed it. Then he moved on.

Taking a distended nipple between his lips, he passed his tongue across the tip and bathed it with his tongue. Then he opened his mouth wide and sucked, hard. She drew in a sharp intake of breath; her body arching towards him spurring him on, demanding his touch. Jake lavished her breasts with attention, his tongue never still, pulling, kissing, sucking, savoring her every reaction.

Easing a hand between their bodies, he further parted her legs. Moving with care, his hand continued until he made contact with the soft hair that concealed her. Parting her, Jake rubbed the sensitive nub of nerve endings that slid and moved against his fingers like silk.

MacKenzie hissed, and the sound spurred him on, his fingers on an unceasing quest to give her pleasure. She opened even more for him, and he gave her what she silently demanded.

Easing a finger inside her, Jake felt a rush of wetness cover his hand. His gaze rose as he watched her through half-lidded eyes. Inserting another finger, he moved them in and out of her body as she gyrated against his touch.

“So lovely... so passionate. Touch me, MacKenzie.”

Her hand circled him. This was it; this was what he had been longing for. He needed her to feel how much he wanted her, only her. Her touch was like a brand of fire as she ran her hand along his shaft in slow sensual sweeps. Jake hardened even more and his cock throbbed from the sensation of her touch. He gritted his teeth, as he fought for control. Taking her hand, he uncurled her fingers from around him.

With his back facing the water, Jake sat up and lifted her as though her weight were inconsequential. His throbbing erection needed to be inside her. Arranging her legs, he folded them behind his back, leaving her completely open to him. He in turn locked his legs around her and pulled her close.

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