Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Mack’s handsome smile.
And Mack’s contagious laugh.
And Mack’s flexing biceps.
And Mack’s really big peni—
Immediately, I grab one crutch, totter off the bed, and try to busy myself with organizing my overnight things by the chair. But sadly, everything is already organized because I’m far too type A and despise clutter and chaos.
The water shuts off, and for some insane reason, I quickly hobble back over to the bed, climb inside, and pull the covers over my entire body and head at a record-breaking pace.
Oh yeah, hiding under the covers is really going to make this better.
My heart thrums wildly inside my chest, while my mind won’t stop thinking about what it felt like to have sex with the man inside that bathroom. It’s crazy and irrational, but hell’s bells, it’s all-consuming, and a throb starts to make itself known between my thighs.
My breath comes out in warm pants, and it starts to make the air underneath the covers feel stifling. It’s not long before I have to throw the sheet and comforter back off my body as the sounds of the bathroom sink turning on fill my ears.
When the sink shuts off and the bathroom door opens, I pretend that I’m watching whatever is on the television. But truthfully, I have no clue what’s playing. It could be a movie. It could be a TV show. It could be a freaking infomercial. It could be anything, and even though my eyes appear fixated on the screen, they are surreptitiously stealing glances of Mack as he walks back into the main area of the hotel room.
His bare chest is on display, and a towel situated across his waist is the only thing that’s keeping him from being completely naked right now.
Heaven help me.
He grabs a pair of boxer briefs out of the duffel bag he brought inside and slides them on under his towel. And I try to act like I don’t know what’s happening, even though I very much know exactly what’s happening. I know every detail of what’s happening.
I’m a sick, sick woman.
Mack shuts off the lights, leaving only the light from the television on inside the room, and climbs into bed beside me. “Whatcha watching?” he asks as he fluffs a pillow up behind his shoulders.
“Uh…” I pause, still completely clueless about what’s on the television.
Thankfully, Mack is able to put two and two together. “Friends reruns,” he says and flashes a grin at me. “Nice.”
“Yeah,” I respond through a weird laugh that doesn’t sound like my own. “Gotta love Chandler Bing.”
Mack looks over at me again, and the light of the television bounces off his handsome face. But when his eyes lock with mine, his expression turns from a relaxed smile to a furrowed brow. “You okay?”
“What?”
“Are you okay?” he asks again, and something inside me just…shifts.
It’s like I can’t keep pretending that he’s not affecting me. I can’t keep thinking about the other night and not want to experience it again.
Technically, you’re still on vacation. Why not have a little fun before it officially comes to an end tomorrow?
“I want a repeat.” The words fall from my lips, and I’m powerless to stop them.
His mouth turns down at the corners. “A repeat?”
I don’t know why or how, but in that moment, with Mack only in a pair of boxer briefs, stretched out across the bed, it’s like some sex-crazed demon possesses my body.
And this bitch is wild in ways that I never knew I could be. She wants to have sex with Mack Houston one last time before this spring break vacation ends, and she wants to do it right now.
“I want you to fuck me,” I say, and for the first time in my life, I witness what a speechless Mack looks like.
“I-I…what?” He trips over his own words, and there’s just something about the fact that I have that kind of power over him that emboldens me further.
I move my body over his, straddling his hips and pressing the throbbing spot between my thighs against his length. He’s already rock hard, and it goes straight to my head.
“Please,” I beg, and for some insane reason, I don’t feel an ounce of shame in it. I just feel…greedy and horny and like this is exactly what I need to survive. I reach down and grab his hands, sliding them under my tank top until they’re covering my breasts. “Please, Mack.”
“Fuck, Katy,” he whispers and expertly pinches at my nipples in a way that only makes me throb more. “What are you doing to me, babe?”
“I could ask you the same question,” I whisper, and he moves his hands to my hips, gripping them tightly, and he grinds himself against me.
“Fuck,” he mutters again through a raspy groan. “I love it when you’re like this.”
I lean down and take his mouth in a kiss. But it’s not an easing into things kind of kiss. No way. I kiss him hard, tugging at his bottom lip with my teeth and sliding my tongue into his mouth to dance with his.