Bad Boys Online Page 5

  His pants were sinking on his hips.

  Then again, maybe if Mack was gentle…

  As he turned back to her, she yanked her shirt back down.

  "Modest?" He looked amused.

  "I'm half naked and you're not."

  "I took my shirt off. That makes me half naked. So you should take yours off and we'll be even."

  "That doesn't count!"

  He shrugged. "I guess it doesn't matter. You can leave it on if you want for this next part."

  Next part? That sounded frightening and elusive. Like a science experiment.

  Gripping the chair, she tried not to panic as Mack walked toward her. So far it had been great, but Kindra was a traditionalist when it came to sex. She was thinking missionary style and what if he was thinking… something else?

  He stopped in front of her. "What's the matter? Your face has gone ghost white."

  "What comes next?"

  The reaction took her by surprise. Mack dropped his hands. He looked hurt, of all things.

  "Kindra, don't you trust me?"

  Oh, shoot, now she felt like a jerk. "Well, yes, but I didn't know…"

  "Hey." He tipped her chin up so she was forced to meet his eye. "Anything you don't want to do, you say stop and I will. I'd never hurt you."

  His mouth stayed open, like he was going to add something, but then he clamped it back shut.

  Kindra loosened her hold on the chair. "Okay. I'm sorry. I do trust you, it's just that this is new for me."

  Pleasure was new for her. She didn't know how to handle it.

  Mack pulled her to her feet and settled his hands on her waist. It felt good there in his embrace. Right.

  "Now, we can either stop here for the night, or we can do what I found on your computer." His voice was low and cajoling.

  Okay, she had to ask. He knew she was going to ask. Her new breathy voice that she seemed to have adopted overnight came out. "What?"

  "Something simple, really. I lie on the bed. You just get on my cock and ride."

  Ooohh. Her thighs hummed to life. If only he'd have said so in the first place.

  Traditional was so boring. It was time she expanded her sexual horizons. Right now.

  "Would you like that?"

  Kindra tried to suck back the excess saliva that was suddenly in her mouth. She nodded violently.

  He laughed. "Then we need a bed and the condoms."

  She had dropped the condoms on the living room floor when Mack had grabbed her by the front door. As far as the bed went, well, the guest room was next to the office. It was closest and the sheets were fresh.

  Plus she didn't think that she wanted Mack in her own bed, where she slept every night. Once this was all over and she went back to her ordinary sexless life, she didn't want to lie there at night alone and remember.

  "The guest room is right next door. And I dropped the condoms in the living room. I'll go get them."

  She speed-walked into the living room and found the discarded box on the carpet as Mack stood in the doorway of the guest room and watched. As she approached him, he moved backward into the room, his fingers hooked in the belt loops of his pants.

  "Now remember, you promised not to laugh."

  "I won't." She watched in fascination as Mack unzipped his pants and they dropped to the floor.

  He kicked them out of the way, then bent and shed his boxer shorts before she could even admire his hard muscular thighs and calves. He rose back up and put his hands on his hips.

  Whoa. No laughing here.

  That was not a laughing matter at all.

  She gawked. She blushed. She drooled a little. Swallowing was painful.

  He smirked. "What do you think?"

  Kindra spoke without thinking. The words in her head just flew out of her mouth before she even realized she was speaking. "I think I'm in for the ride of my life."

  His eyes went dark with shock.

  Her hand went over her mouth, but she didn't regret saying it. Nor could she stop salivating over him. While the rest of Mack was the result of hard hours spent in the gym, his… thing was just a wonder of nature.

  All the words to name him seemed wrong to Kindra. Penis was clinical and the C and the D words were just never going to come out of her mouth.

  Mack strode toward her. "Fuck. Get over here."

  Gladly.

  He gave her a hard wet kiss, then pulled her tank top over her head. Taking the condoms out of her hand, he sat down on the bed. With a wicked grin, he lay down, arms tucked behind his head.

  "If you want it, come and get it."

  There was no doubt she wanted it. But she wasn't sure she even knew how to come and get it. The few times she'd been on top in the past, she had felt silly and exposed, and had changed positions again quickly.

  But it would be different with Mack. Everything was different with Mack.

  Taking a deep breath, she undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. His grin fell off his face.

  Still in the chunky high-heel sandals, she walked toward the bed. She bent over and lifted her ankle on the bed to undo them.

  "No," Mack groaned. "Leave them on."

  It didn't matter to her. On her knees she crawled across the bed to him, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. Mack was rolling on a condom.

  Gingerly, she put one knee on either side of him and sat on his legs.

  Yep. Feeling silly. Her hands had nowhere to go, and the upper half of her body felt way too exposed.

  " Bend forward a minute," he said, beckoning her with his hand.

  Kindra leaned over him, and Mack's tongue came out and flicked across her nipple.

  That didn't feel silly. That felt sinfully good.

  He sucked and licked until her nipple and the underside of her breast were slick and wet, hard with need.

  "Okay," he said in dismissal, lying back down. "You can sit back up now."

  "Gee, thanks," she said, her breath hitched.

  But Mack had made her forget her awkwardness. Now when she sat back up, she arched her back and gripped Mack's hips. She moved against him to tease them both. His hot hardness was sliding against her and she sucked in her breath.

  Teasing was overrated. She needed him now.

  Lifting her legs a little, she guided him with her hand, then eased herself down on him.

  "Oh, yes!" she blurted out as he filled and stretched her, spreading her legs so he went as deep as she could take.

  "Yes," he agreed.

  But he didn't move. Kindra's eyes flew open. "Aren't you…"

  If he just rocked his hips up a little, this would really be something to write home about.

  Slowly his head went back and forth on the floral comforter covering her guest bed. "No. I'm just lying here, remember? You've got to ride it."

  "What if I can't?" Could she?

  Well, shoot. What was the worst that could happen? It wouldn't work and they would just try something else.

  And moving against him just had to feel good if sitting still was this satiating.

  "You can. I know you can. Come on, Kindra, just lift and fuck. Nothing to it."

  Like paint by numbers. She'd always been good at those. Just lift and fuck.

  She did.

  Oh, yeah.

  And again.

  Kindra palmed her hands across Mack's hard chest and rode him hard and fast, pleasure gripping every inch of her body. Her eyes were closed, teeth gritted as she moved.

  "That's it," he urged. "It's all yours, baby."

  All hers. Mack. With a final thrust down, she came hard, pinching his chest as she rode her passion through its pulsing completion.

  Collapsing against his chest, she shuddered and pulled in huge lungfuls of air. Mack's hand stroked her back softly, a tender caress that made her heart swell with gratitude.

  She knew what he was doing. He was making it good for her and not worrying about his own pleasure. Maybe it was just to prove his original point, that sex in
person was better than talking about it, but somehow she thought it was more than that.

  Mack was just a nice guy who could tell that she was a sexual novice, and he was trying to make it right for her. That was the only explanation for why she had screamed her way through two orgasms now and he'd had none.

  Lying there on his chest, her hot breasts pressed against him, and Mack still buried deep inside her, hard and throbbing, she knew she wanted to pleasure him the way he had her.

  She thought she might know how.

  There was something that she had noticed men seemed to gravitate toward. Her ex-boyfriend had preferred it. Of course, Rob had thrown hot sauce on his ice cream, so he probably wasn't the best person to set standards by.

  But Russ constantly brought it up in his e-mails, with various themes but still the same main element. Even with such limited experience, it was safe to say that Mack might enjoy what she was thinking of.

  She had the delicious thought that she might like it almost as much as Mack.

  Chapter five

  Mack let his hand rub lazily across Kindra's smooth back, still aroused but content to just lie there for a minute. It had occurred to him as Kindra had moved on his cock, her face flushed and excited, that he loved her.

  That he didn't want this night to end. He wanted to spend each day loving her and showing her how special she was.

  Would he make a total ass out of himself if he blabbered to her about his feelings? It would look a little suspicious, with them still joined, to be declaring love. If he were a woman, he wouldn't believe him.

  In the morning, when it was time to leave and they were doing that weird "what do we say to each other" thing, he would tell her he was in love with her. That this didn't have to end.

  They could be good together. Would be good together.

  Kindra moved off him.

  He turned on his side to watch her. "Where are you going?"

  "Nowhere." She was wiggling away from him and was eyeing the bed carefully.

  Mack didn't trust the look on her face. Kindra was unpredictable, he'd found out. If she was going to try and make a break for it, she had another thing coming. He wasn't finished with her yet.

  He sat up, ready to grab her if need be. So far she didn't look like she was trying to leave. She was doing a really interesting crawling sort of thing across the comforter.

  It gave him a nice view of long pale legs and auburn hair tossing down her back. He grinned at the sandals still on her feet.

  "What the hell are you doing?" he asked her finally.

  Her lip bit in concentration, she said, "I'm trying to figure something out. I want to do something from another e-mail. I'm not sure it will work, but we can try."

  Hell. Kindra was coming up with positions she wanted to try on her own now.

  Sexy little thing.

  He was about to grab her and flip her onto her back and pump himself into her, when suddenly she went on her knees.

  All fours, actually.

  And wiggled her tight little ass in front of his face.

  His mouth went dry. "What the hell are you doing?" he groaned.

  Innocent eyes blinked at him over her shoulder. "Won't this work? I thought you could… you know, this way."

  Oh, shit, fuck, damn.

  Instead of answering, Mack got on his knees and grabbed her hips. With one fluid motion he sank into her moist heat.

  "Oh!" she gasped. "It does work."

  Oh, yeah, it worked all right.

  The control Mack had been holding on to with all his might since he'd walked in the door of Kindra's house evaporated.

  Her milky white skin taunting him in front, her hair sliding and bouncing, he rocked into her. Still wet and swollen, she met him thrust for thrust, her muscles squeezing on his cock.

  One, two, three, hell, he was gone. He came with a groan, pushing forward so hard, her knees buckled and they collapsed on the bed.

  His body jerked and shuddered as it finished its release. Still shaking, he said anxiously, "Are you okay?"

  In the future, he needed to be more careful. He could have poked her eye out he'd rammed so hard.

  "I'm fabulous," she said in a throaty voice that sounded nothing like the Kindra Hill he knew who rolled her eyes behind her coffee mug in staff meetings.

  Of course he'd never been sprawled out on top of her before, with her face smashed down into the mattress. Maybe her voice sounded like that because she couldn't breathe.

  He started to pull back.

  "No, don't." She turned her head, laying her cheek on the bed, a smile dancing across her face. "Just stay like this for a minute if you can."

  He could stay like that all night if she wanted. "I'm too heavy," he said gruffly. "I'm crushing you."

  "No, the mattress sinks. You feel good on me. Hard. I can still feel you throbbing inside me."

  Damn, there it was again. That inflated chest feeling. Definitely love.

  Despite her reassuring words, he shifted a little so he wasn't lying flat against her. Still entwined with her, he stroked her soft hair.

  "You're very beautiful," he murmured.

  Her cheeks went pink. "You don't have to say that."

  "It's true. You must know it too, or you wouldn't try so hard to hide it."

  "It's easier that way, you know," she said, her finger playing with the fold of the comforter. "Then no one notices you."

  Too bad it hadn't worked. "I noticed you. I've been noticing you since the day I started at MicroDesign."

  She scoffed. "Yeah, right. You had to catch me having cyber-sex before you noticed me."

  "No. Catching you having cybersex only showed me proof of what I had already guessed. That you're one funny, sexy lady underneath the boring clothes."

  She didn't look convinced, though her eyes were wistful. "I don't believe you."

  "Would you believe me if I told you that I know you always drink your coffee out of a mug that has wildflowers on it, and that you listen to classical music in your office? That every Friday you go out to lunch with Ashley and that you do at least half of Bill's work every week because he's a lazy shit." His voice softened. "That you roll your eyes at every asinine speech Mr. Parker makes, and that when Judy's son died, you brought her dinner for a week."

  And maybe he knew Kindra better than even he had suspected.

  "Oh," was all she said, her expression a little stunned.

  She didn't say anything else and he didn't need her to. He wanted his words to sink in, and they lay silently for another minute.

  When his stomach let out a loud growl into the quiet room, they both laughed.

  "Sorry, but you know, I rushed dinner. My stomach's reminding me." He reluctantly eased himself out of her.

  He gave one last stroke along her back, then, with a satisfied sigh, pulled the condom off. "Where should I put this?"

  Kindra pulled herself to a sitting position, and started unbuckling the sandals from her feet. "In the bathroom right across the hall. Why don't I reheat our dinners while you do that?"

  "Uh… because we left the boxes in my car." When he had been too preoccupied with getting Kindra into the house and naked to worry about bacteria growth. "I don't think it's a good idea to eat beef that's been sitting out for two hours."

  "What a waste." She stretched her arms up over her head, kicking the sandals off the bed to the floor.

  Her breasts rose and he admired the graceful curve of her neck and shoulder. "Oh, it was worth it," he told her truthfully.

  Even as his stomach disagreed and growled again, rumbling long and loud.

  She giggled. "I can fix you a ham sandwich."

  Damn, that was cute. She'd offered to make him a sandwich. Mack knew it was only lunch meat, but hey, he must mean something to her, right?

  "You don't have to do that. Just show me where everything is and I'll fix it."

  With a smile, she put her hand on his knee and brushed with her fingertips. "Don't be silly. I don't
mind doing it."

  A fabulous idea came to him. "Would you mind making the sandwich naked?"

  Kindra standing there, bending over to retrieve the ham from the fridge, spreading mustard… Now if only she would put the high-heel sandals back on, they would really be on to something.

  "Yes, I would mind!" she said, snatching her hand back.

  Well, hell, it had been worth a try.

  And as if to prove her point, she stood up and pulled her skirt off the floor and wiggled into it. Mack watched her skin disappear with regret, but then consoled himself with the fact that, after eating, he could peel all her clothing back off again.

  Five minutes later he met her in the kitchen, having taken care of business and thrown his boxer shorts on. He absolutely refused to put a single stitch of clothing on beyond that.

  Kindra's house was small, but it was comfortable and clean. She had decorated with big beige furniture and the kitchen was a soft yellow. It wasn't frilly and fussy the way some women liked. Yet it was so much more personable than his white-walled apartment.

  Kindra was putting his sandwich on the table. The sight of her barefoot, in her wrinkled tank top and no bra, her hair loose and mussed, floored him. She looked gorgeous, her lips swollen and her eyes languid and satisfied. A small smile played around her lips.

  The room was warm and smelled like bread, and Mack knew right then and there that this was where he wanted to be. Every day.

  Kindra smiled at Mack as he came into the kitchen. He was scratching his chest absently and he looked as if he'd taken a baseball between the eyes. It made her a little nervous.

  But she reasoned he was probably starving, having essentially skipped his dinner.

  Mack went right past the table and to her back door. He pulled up the blind and peered out into the darkness. "Do you have a yard at all?"

  It should have been a weird question, but Kindra felt too damn good to care about the why. After the orgasms he had given her, he could ask anything that came to mind, including the balance in her checkbook and whom she'd voted for in the last election, and she wouldn't care. She flipped the light switch that flooded the backyard with a spotlight.