possessiveness caused her insides to churn.
Last night she’d had his hands everywhere, his mouth on hers, his hands caressing her breasts and then his magnificent penis buried inside her. She remembered rocking her hips taking him deeper until the moment escalated and her climax was close. He’d instructed her to wrap her legs around his waist just as their bodies convulsed in invigorating pleasure.
Heart pounding, she dared to look at Ryan again and sighed. How could she be so lucky? She scowled at that thought because luck didn’t have anything to do with it all. They were friends. Nothing more, yet when Ryan shifted on the seat and suddenly their eyes collided, she realized Porsha was right. He was staring, eyes dark, intense and hungry.
Mackenzie swallowed as a quivery sensation shot down her body to settle low in her belly. She’d never had a man look at her like that with all his hunger and need reflected in his eyes. Stunned, she couldn’t move or break the spell. Instead she was locked in by the flash of need that fluttered like nothing she had ever felt before right smack at her core.
“Do you see what I’m talking about?” Porsha said, and Mackenzie was thankful she had broken the trance.
Her face was burning, and she knew she was blushing like crazy. Dropping her head, she mumbled, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” With that, she laughed and moved down to the other end of the bar and took a beer order. As she popped the cap from the top, she stole another glance in his direction. Ryan held up his wrist and pointed down at his watch.
“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered under her breath. “I’m almost done.” The evening shift had arrived and was preparing to clock in.
Mackenzie went back to working, and she wasn’t surprised fifteen minutes later when Ryan was at the bar leaning toward her. Her lips parted slightly at his dominant presence.
“Do I have drag you out from behind that counter?” His eyes were so dark and intense she wasn’t sure if he was playing or serious. Either way she laughed.
“I’m coming.”
“Five minutes, Mack,” he warned.
With a roll of her eyes, she headed over to the other end as far away from his piercing stare and sexy, low authoritative voice. As a shiver raced down her spine, she was starting to think that maybe she was totally out of her depths with him.
* * *
He was totally off his game.
“Yes!” Mackenzie screeched when all five pins went crashing to the ground.
He had just come off a twelve-hour shift and after two meetings and another emergency call, he should have been tired, but instead he was wildly awake. His body was actually energized, awakened by the twin peaks of her breasts and the swell of her round ass. They were on their second game, and Mackenzie was kicking his butt, yet for once Ryan didn’t even care. Instead he was more interested in the way her lush hips moved in those jeans. When she turned and caught him staring, he shifted on the bench and said, “I’m off my game tonight.”
Her laughter was so desirable. “No, you’re just getting that butt spanked and you should just admit it.” Her eyes were sparkling, softening her features, making her look even more feminine and sexy.
Ryan rose and reached down for his bowling ball. “It’s not over yet,” he reminded her. Grinning, Mackenzie stepped to the side. He moved into position, took a deep breath and sent the ball sailing down the lane. The pins exploded. “Yeah boy!”
She gave a dismissive wave. “Whatever,” she mumbled playfully.
“Huh? Did you say something?” he teased.
“I said get out of the way. It’s my turn.” She pushed him with her hip and when his arm brushed her breasts, he felt that all too familiar tightening at his gut.
He stood back, staring at her round ass as she moved toward the lane. Desire crackling between them. Mackenzie bent over and the jeans tightened over her curvy behind. Damn, she was sexy!
She’s
Last night she’d had his hands everywhere, his mouth on hers, his hands caressing her breasts and then his magnificent penis buried inside her. She remembered rocking her hips taking him deeper until the moment escalated and her climax was close. He’d instructed her to wrap her legs around his waist just as their bodies convulsed in invigorating pleasure.
Heart pounding, she dared to look at Ryan again and sighed. How could she be so lucky? She scowled at that thought because luck didn’t have anything to do with it all. They were friends. Nothing more, yet when Ryan shifted on the seat and suddenly their eyes collided, she realized Porsha was right. He was staring, eyes dark, intense and hungry.
Mackenzie swallowed as a quivery sensation shot down her body to settle low in her belly. She’d never had a man look at her like that with all his hunger and need reflected in his eyes. Stunned, she couldn’t move or break the spell. Instead she was locked in by the flash of need that fluttered like nothing she had ever felt before right smack at her core.
“Do you see what I’m talking about?” Porsha said, and Mackenzie was thankful she had broken the trance.
Her face was burning, and she knew she was blushing like crazy. Dropping her head, she mumbled, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” With that, she laughed and moved down to the other end of the bar and took a beer order. As she popped the cap from the top, she stole another glance in his direction. Ryan held up his wrist and pointed down at his watch.
“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered under her breath. “I’m almost done.” The evening shift had arrived and was preparing to clock in.
Mackenzie went back to working, and she wasn’t surprised fifteen minutes later when Ryan was at the bar leaning toward her. Her lips parted slightly at his dominant presence.
“Do I have drag you out from behind that counter?” His eyes were so dark and intense she wasn’t sure if he was playing or serious. Either way she laughed.
“I’m coming.”
“Five minutes, Mack,” he warned.
With a roll of her eyes, she headed over to the other end as far away from his piercing stare and sexy, low authoritative voice. As a shiver raced down her spine, she was starting to think that maybe she was totally out of her depths with him.
* * *
He was totally off his game.
“Yes!” Mackenzie screeched when all five pins went crashing to the ground.
He had just come off a twelve-hour shift and after two meetings and another emergency call, he should have been tired, but instead he was wildly awake. His body was actually energized, awakened by the twin peaks of her breasts and the swell of her round ass. They were on their second game, and Mackenzie was kicking his butt, yet for once Ryan didn’t even care. Instead he was more interested in the way her lush hips moved in those jeans. When she turned and caught him staring, he shifted on the bench and said, “I’m off my game tonight.”
Her laughter was so desirable. “No, you’re just getting that butt spanked and you should just admit it.” Her eyes were sparkling, softening her features, making her look even more feminine and sexy.
Ryan rose and reached down for his bowling ball. “It’s not over yet,” he reminded her. Grinning, Mackenzie stepped to the side. He moved into position, took a deep breath and sent the ball sailing down the lane. The pins exploded. “Yeah boy!”
She gave a dismissive wave. “Whatever,” she mumbled playfully.
“Huh? Did you say something?” he teased.
“I said get out of the way. It’s my turn.” She pushed him with her hip and when his arm brushed her breasts, he felt that all too familiar tightening at his gut.
He stood back, staring at her round ass as she moved toward the lane. Desire crackling between them. Mackenzie bent over and the jeans tightened over her curvy behind. Damn, she was sexy!
She’s
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