Tempting (Red Lips & White Lies Book 1)
Chapter 16

I don’t know what I was thinking when I agreed to this no strings attached thing because lying here next to a naked, wet, vulnerable Mackenzie Hayes hits home just how much more than casual this woman will always be. It was never going to be any other way, and I’m pretty sure she and I are the only two people who didn’t realize that.

Fuck me.

I want to tell her I’ll always keep her safe, but she’s not mine to make that promise to.

And if that doesn’t rip me apart, nothing ever will.

“What are you asking me for, Mac?” I cup the back of her head in my hand and stare down at her in amazement. Her pouty pink lips tip up in the corners, and the distance I thought I wanted to put between us by not kissing seems like the stupidest fucking idea I’ve ever had. Worse than no-strings sex with the one girl I always wanted.

Fucking fool.

“Show me, Nix. Show me how good it can be to not be alone. Give me that for a night.”

Her words gut me.

For a night . . . We’re not supposed to be more than a few nights strung together. But that’s never going to be enough.

Her arms snake up my neck, and she pulls herself flush against me. “Do you have a condom?”

I swallow down my thoughts before they get any more out of control and press my lips against her forehead. “You sure, Kenzie?”

“Don’t do that,” she quietly snaps. “Don’t put distance between us now. You told me to tell you what I wanted. Well, I’m telling you I want you to fuck me, Nixon.” Her voice shakes, but she doesn’t back down, and I swear to God the only sexier thing than her strength is her brain.

“Nix . . .” She presses her lips just below my ear and sucks and nips, and my cock definitely doesn’t get the message that we’re trying to be a fucking gentleman. “Please.”

Please . . . That one word is all it takes to eviscerate me.

I flip her on her back and soak her in. “Fucking beautiful, Mac.”

Her fingers run over my lips. “That’s better. I don’t like when you call me Kenzie. You only do that when you’re not happy. Let’s make each other happy, Nix. Show me how to make us both happy.”

Christ.

I press my lips to her throat and suck, avoiding her lips.

If this is all we’re going to be, we need a new fucking boundary.

Her pretty eyes drift shut, her lashes kiss her cheeks, and her lips part.

I take both her wrists in mine and pin them above her head, wanting to fuck her hard and fast and fucking raw until she’s taken everything I have to give and begs me for more. But I can’t. That’s not what Mackenzie needs. What she deserves. Not this time.

There are a million ways I want to fuck this woman.

On her knees.

Bent over that goddamned island in the kitchen.

Straddling me, with her tits bouncing with each goddamn movement until she’s screaming my name like a goddamn porn star. But that’s not what tonight is about.

Tonight, she needs to be in control. She moans beneath me as she spreads her thighs, making room for my body. “You like that?”

“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs as her eyes glaze over.

I lean down and grab my jeans from the floor, then fish a condom out of my wallet and slide it down my cock, only ever taking my eyes off her long enough to notice the oversized, ornate mirror propped up in the corner of the room. “I want you to see what I see, beautiful.”

“What?” she whispers in confusion before I pull her up in front of me and run my hands over her head and down her body, eliciting the sexiest shiver I’ve ever seen. It skips along her spine and stops at the twin dimples directly above her perfect heart-shaped ass. I run my hand over the soft skin, then smack one cheek, loving the bright red handprint it leaves. “ So fucking beautiful.”

Mac moans and looks over her shoulder at me, drunk with lust.

I bite down on her shoulder, then soothe the ache with my tongue. “I want you to watch us there, Mac.” I point at the full-sized reflection of our bodies in front of us. “Don’t turn around. Look straight ahead and watch me fuck you.”

Kenzie

Nixon drags the head of his cock through my drenched sex, and the sight of him is almost as erotic as the feel of him . . . So close.

His big body dwarfs mine, and if I thought he looked like a god earlier, that didn’t hold a candle to watching him like this. Seeing the need in his eyes. The way his chest rises and falls as his hands learn every inch of my body.

Caressing and teasing. Tweaking and spanking . . .

And my lord. The spanking. I have no words. Just needy, wanton desperation.

Nixon’s golden skin looks sinful next to mine.

And if I knew sinning could be so sexy, I may have abandoned religion years ago.

His lips run along my shoulder, and his teeth graze over that sweet spot where my neck meets my shoulders, making my entire body vibrate.

His lips tilt into a sexy, self-satisfied smile as I shake, and he strokes my clit with his cock. “You ready for me, baby?”

It’s the baby that does it for me.

I know it shouldn’t. I have no right to want to be claimed by this man.

It shouldn’t mean anything.

Doesn’t mean anything.

But there’s something about the possession in that single word that’s intoxicatingly electrifying.

I watch as he notches his huge cock at my entrance, and my entire body quivers with anticipation.

He pushes in gently at first . . .

Just the tiniest bit before circling my clit with his fingers, then bringing them up to my mouth and painting my lips.

Without thinking about it, I lick my lips, and Nixon’s dark pupils take over his entire eye as he stares at my mouth.

There’s a war waging in those baby blues.

We stay there like that, frozen in time, for what feels like minutes but is actually only seconds. Standing still . . . until “Fuck it” is ripped from his lungs.

And finally, the kiss happens, like a bolt of lightning, violent and beautiful, stealing my breath from my chest.

On my gasp, Nix thrusts all the way inside me, and oh God . . .

Every single one of my senses rockets into hyperdrive.

Pleasure and pain spark and burst and tear at my body.

Agony and ecstasy claw at me in tandem.

Nix swallows my screams. “Such a fucking good girl,” he praises against my mouth before his tongue sweeps inside. Tasting me. Teasing me. Fucking me into oblivion.

“Look at you taking me like such a good girl,” he rasps against my mouth, and I gasp and watch our reflection long enough to feel the heat wash over every inch of my skin. His words leave me desperate for his praise.

“Yes . . . your good girl,” I whisper and press my lips to his as he devours me.

Each stroke of his tongue against mine brings me higher . . . makes me hotter . . . until I’m soaring, and the pain no longer exists.

Nixon drags his thick cock out, and I whimper immediately at the loss before he pushes back in. Brushing against every inch of my tight walls. Ripping me apart in the sweetest way imaginable until I’m teetering on the sharp edge of a knife, sanity slipping into delirium. Unsure how much more I can take but wanting to take it all. Needing it. Begging for it.

My eyes stay glued to our reflection.

To the erotically beautiful sight in front of me and the way he’s moving inside me but never taking his eyes from me.

It’s not just Nixon. It’s the way Nixon is watching me.

We’re beautiful.

I can’t look away. I refuse to.

A white, hot, electrifying pulse burns through me, threatening to destroy everything it touches. I moan and whimper until callused fingers grip my jaw, holding me still while Nixon’s mouth takes mine again, and our tongues dance a wicked dance.

With each achingly slow stroke of his cock, his lips worship mine, soothing the pain until it’s nothing but pleasure. Until my muscles contract around him. Stretching to take him deeper. Clawing to get him closer. Until we’re moving in a savage harmony.

Pushing. Pulling.

Dying for more.

For everything.

“Tell me what you feel, Mackenzie.” His raspy voice demands my submission, and my clit pulses as if his words are a physical touch.

“I feel . . .” I lick my lips and watch my chest rise and fall rapidly, entranced by our reflection. “Like every nerve . . . every synapse in my body is hypersensitive, and they’re all lit up like the Fourth of July . . . Like I never want you to stop. Please God, don’t stop.”

Nixon grazes his teeth over my earlobe, then down my neck as he pulls out again, slower this time. Teasing me.

“Nix . . .” I keen.

He thrusts back in on the sexiest growl I’ve ever heard, then sets an unrelenting rhythm with each hard snap of his hips.

Fucking me harder.

Faster.

Forcing me to take it all, and God, I want it all.

Bringing me so close, I can taste my orgasm, then pulling back until it’s just out of reach.

“Nix . . .” I cry. “I need . . .” I can’t think. Can’t speak.

Words fail me. Coherent thought fails me.

“Tell me, Mac. Tell me what you need,” this beautiful man demands, and in his eyes . . . I can see myself through his eyes, and I like what I see. I look confident and sexy. Unafraid to take what I want and ask for more.

A strangled cry rips from my lips as he runs his hands over my breast and cups it in his palm. He pinches my nipple, and I feel it all the way down to the very center of my core.

“Yes . . .” I pant as my legs give out, and I drop my forehead down to the mattress.

I push my hips back, meeting him thrust for thrust before lights spark behind my eyes.

Nix soothes one hand over my ass and spanks me again.

A scream tears from my lips as lightning explodes behind my eyes. Violent flashes of color sizzle as I convulse around him, utterly destroyed.

Nix pulls out on a guttural roar, rips the condom off and strokes himself to an orgasm. Hot ropes of pearly cum cover my back before he collapses next to me and drags his finger through his orgasm.

“Open” he demands, and I open my lips in time for him to stuff two fingers inside my mouth. “Suck them clean, Mac.”

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

Should this be hot?

Because . . . my God . . . so hot.

And as he rubs the rest of his cum all over my back, I can’t stop thinking about how much I like it before he gets up. My eyes drift close until he comes back with a warm, wet washcloth and drops a kiss on my lips. “You passed with flying colors, Mac.”

The last coherent thought I have is, I guess maybe I wasn’t broken after all.

I was just waiting for Nixon Sinclair to come along and ruin me for all other men.