A Place to Call Home (20 page)

“It was sweet of them to set us up on a date.”

The blue of his eyes darkened, the telltale sign of desire. “Yeah. The first time they collaborate on something without killing each other and it turns out to be about Dad’s love life.”

“Well, this is the best date I’ve ever had.”

Never could she remember enjoying male companionship so much or simply having a casual conversation with the opposite sex. And here she sat, across from a very sexy man who kept eyeing her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. She became mesmerized by the way he studied her face, her body, and finally her lips.

“I want that dessert, Hannah. Austin’s Brat Cake sounds like something I’d have to enjoy slowly, nibble by nibble.”

God, he thrilled her. She’d never been turned on by just words. The look in his eyes seared her soul, the way lust mixed with those blue depths. Any second, she would cream her panties if he kept it up. “I’ll make it special for you some night.”

“Some night soon,” he said, his voice edgy, bordering on desperate. “Soon.”

“I don’t know what I like more, cooking you dinner or breakfast, Austin.”

“I prefer you cook me breakfast. You realize you’ve been calling me Austin more than Mac.”

Had she? “No. I hadn’t noticed. Want me to stop?”

“Hell no. I told you before I like my name. The nickname just kind of stuck. And I happen to really like how you say Austin.”

“Is that so?”

“Uh huh.”

She simply couldn’t take much more of his sexy voice and undress-me eyes without dragging him to the floor and straddling him, riding him like she’d been dreaming. Since they couldn’t act on their passion at the moment it would be best to let it rest until they could.

“We should call the kids in for dessert.” She pointed her finger at him. “And don’t get any ideas. I made brownies earlier in what’s left of my kitchen.”

His eyes widened. “Are you insane?”

“What?” She rose to clear the table.

He carried his plates to the sink. “You can’t give boys sugar at night. They’ll be off the wall.”

“They’re having brownies for dessert, Austin,” she said shooting him a firm look while standing in front of the sink.

His hand closed over her arm gently and spun her. With her back against the counter, he leaned in, resting his arms on both sides of her. “Are you trying to overrule me, my little brat?”

“No. I’m telling you I
am
overruling you. They worked hard cooking dinner and I’m giving them the brownies I baked them.”

Towering over her, he stared into her eyes. She stared back refusing to budge on the issue. She may be trapped in his embrace but she had no doubt her stubbornness would win over his brawn with this matter.

“Are you forgetting I’m bigger than you?”

“Ooohh. Scary guy,” she mocked.

“Are you forgetting I’m stronger than you?”

“Ooohh. Now I’m shaking,” she mocked again.

“Are you forgetting this is my house?”

“Ooohh. Tough guy.”

Mac laughed strong and hard. “You don’t care how much bigger the opponent is do you, Hannah? As long as you think you’re right you don’t care who you challenge. You’re just prepared to fight until you win.”

“Is there any other way?”

“With you, no I guess not. Okay. The kids can have the brownies.”

“I already told you that,” she said, pressing her palms against his chest. God, how she wanted to run her hands along those solid muscles.

Before she knew it, he took her mouth hard, kissing her breathless. His hand squeezed her waist until a hairy animal forced himself between them.

“Porkchop! If you ever want another scrap you better get the hell out of the way,” Mac growled.

“Leave him alone,” Hannah protested. “He’s looking for the boys.”

“Yeah, well, I’m looking to cop a feel.”

Laughing, she peered around. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she warned, her gaze back on his.

“Why the hell not? You going to tell me you don’t want me to touch you now?”

“Hannah!” Luke ran into the kitchen.

“No. That’s why,” she said, throwing him an I-Told-You-So look, then pushed away from him to turn to Luke. “Yes, honey.”

“Can I have some more of the Luke’s Dinosaur Fingers? They’re really good.”

“Absolutely. And tell your brothers if they continue to behave then there’ll be homemade brownies for dessert.”

“Really?” Luke faced his father. “Daddy, we can have brownies tonight?”

Mac smiled, leaning against the counter. “If Hannah says so.”

“I’ll tell them. But can I eat in here? They’re mad I interrupted you.”

“Of course you can, honey,” Hannah said and placed his plate on the table where he sat and ate.

“I’ll talk to them.” Mac edged away from the counter. “We’re going to pick up where we left off,” he whispered to Hannah, his hand caressing her ribcage before walking to the deck.

With nothing to do with her pent up energy, Hannah turned to tackle the pile of dishes she and the boys had accumulated in their cooking efforts.

Chapter Twenty-Four

When the boys had stuffed themselves with milk and brownies, they camped out in front of the TV while Mac drove Hannah home.

“Invite me in, Hannah. I’ll tuck you into bed.” That Southern drawl filled the truck.

“Don’t you need to get home to the boys?”

Mac shrugged. “Aidan’s got everything under control. Just give me an hour with you, baby. I need to feel you.” He pulled into her driveway, turned off the ignition. “And I sure as hell can’t wait a second longer.”

Could this really happen tonight? Now? Oh, she was ready to beg for intimacy with Mac. Her body couldn’t wait any longer for his touch either. “You never need an invitation, Austin. My door will always be open for you. Come on. I need to see if you’re as good in bed as you claim to be.” She stepped out of the truck and headed toward her house.

“Smartass,” he said and followed her inside. “Those are words you’re about to regret, babe.”

“We’ll see,” she teased, letting them into the house. Once in the kitchen she placed her purse on the counter.

From behind her, he gathered her into his arms, turning her to face him. “I must be crazy for being here. I’m afraid I won’t want you to leave your bed after I’ve tasted you, touched you, filled you.”

Now he could’ve said anything and not surprised her more than that admission. “Are you playing me for a fool, Austin MacDevin, because if you think you can I’ll—”

His mouth closed over hers, cutting off her tirade. “Sorry, but you know that drives me wild.”

She stared at him then smiled wickedly, whispering in a sultry voice, “Austin MacDevin.”

Mac’s mouth returned to hers, his hands gripping her sides, drawing her body against his. The kiss was so tender, so delicate, with every movement of his tongue mimicking hers. When he pulled away, she moaned.

“I’m finding out that I happen to like a little trouble. Makes life interesting.” His fingers brushed her cheek before pushing her hair back.

“Austin. Make love to me. Right now. Make love to me.” She couldn’t hide the desire in her voice. Her belly did somersaults in anticipation of sharing intimacy. But then nerves struck her, and she swallowed hard, fighting to breath normal.

“Wait here. Don’t lose that thought.”

“Where are you going?” Her body ached in many glorious private places, between her legs, her breasts, her belly.

In the other room, Mac rummaged through his toolbox and returned to Hannah. “I put some condoms in my toolbox. I knew we’d eventually need them. They’re not something I generally carry on me.”

She circled her arms around his neck. “I like a man who plans ahead.” When he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Christ, Hannah. I want you so bad.”

Hannah nibbled at the corner of his mouth. “Prove it. I want to ravish your very hot body, Austin. I want you. Now.”

His eyes smoldered while his mouth claimed hers, his kiss gentle and short. Trailing his demanding mouth down her jaw to her neck, his hands worked feverishly to undo her bra. He yanked her shirt and bra free of her body and leaned her against the counter, her legs tight around his waist.

He lowered his head, his mouth finding her breast, taking the pink tip deep into his mouth, sucking hard, greedily. She gasped, the intimate touch sending molten lava running through her veins. Every inch of her body flamed wickedly. When he gave her other breast the same treatment, Hannah’s bones melted until she lay limp in his arms, the greedy lap of his tongue over her stiff nipple driving her insane. Burying her face into his hair, she inhaled sharply, smelling his soap and the wonderfully male scent of heated flesh. His rough hands gripped her back near her spine, holding her close to him. She arched to meet his mouth, her breasts swollen and glistening from his kisses.

“Hannah,” he said, breathless, his eyes staring into hers so intensely.

“Austin,” she purred, leaning her head back, offering him her slender neck. God, his mouth worked wonders over her body. His meticulous attention to her pleasure drove her wild with lust. She wanted his kisses everywhere.

With a dangerous growl, Mac’s teeth bit into the side of her neck, nipping, teasing, sucking. The room spun when she opened her eyes long enough to realize he’d moved them over to the large butcher-block table in the middle of the kitchen. Without taking his mouth from her skin, he placed her on her back on the cool wood.

Her body quivered. She couldn’t wait much longer. She needed to be taken, hard and fast. To be shown how sexy she really was, how tempting her beauty was, how special she was.

Mac wasted no time stripping them both naked, his fingers skimming her skin and leaving a trail of fiery goose bumps behind. When he tore open the condom package, the ripping sound was the most erotic she’d ever heard, knowing the enclosed latex would soon sheath him. She admired his solid erection, its length and thickness awesome, and her heart pounded and her belly tightened. The anticipation of him drilling into her with that powerful cock built. Her pussy clenched, wanting to experience his movement within her. Without hesitation, her hips bucked toward him.

“Not yet, darling,” he whispered.

His voice thick with need washed over her like warm sunlight.

She could think of nothing else but the need to feel him inside her, taking her, loving her.

“Now, Austin. Now.”

“Patience.”

His mouth landed on hers again, his tongue taking control of hers. He kissed her breath away, and then left her lips to trail down her neck to her breasts where he feasted. His engorged penis jutted against her slick opening, her legs held tightly around his waist. Oh, how she wished she could feel him without the latex. She lost control of her thoughts, clawing his back, his shoulders, wherever she could latch on to keep his body close to hers, needing, wanting, to slide him into her.

“Hannah, open your eyes and look at me,” Mac whispered.

Hovering somewhere over her, his voice the only sound in her world, his words soothed her, commanded her.

Hannah did what Mac bade, her heavy lids opening to stare into bright blue circles, smoky with desire, masked by a possessive glint. The deep stare he shared with her shook her to her very soul, the way he studied her like only she existed and nothing else. With one thrust, he entered her, halting when she cried out.

“No, don’t stop,” she said, the sensation of his cock stretching her, thrilling her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Mac said, holding his weight off of her. “Christ, you’re so friggin’ tight, Hannah. I should’ve taken more care.”

With her lips resting against the side of his neck, the thudding in her chest echoed inside her ears. “No. I…I just need a moment.”

His cock stretched her more than she had expected. He filled her to capacity, her delicate and unused muscles surrounding his cock accommodated his girth but not without tenderness. She loved every moment. Closing her eyes, she clung to his hard body, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

“You take as long as you need,” he whispered close to her ear. The weight of his body pressed her into the table, but she didn’t care. Feeling him naked and on top of her, brought to life all of the fantasies that had existed only in her dreams, thoughts of what intimacy would be like between them.

It had been so long since she’d had sex that she’d all but forgotten the feel of it. But this proved to be more than just sex. This was different somehow. The need to connect with Mac, the need to touch him, to taste him, had been so powerful at times it took all of Hannah’s strength just to think of anything else. And now her body ached gloriously while broadening to accept the length and thickness of his cock, finally experiencing all that had existed only in her deepest desires.

“I want to feel you moving inside of me,” she said.

When he resumed his thrusts into her slick pussy, her breath hitched. He’d given her the time needed for her body to adjust to him. Now, she needed him to make love to her, to show her how desirable she was to him.

His powerful hips plunged his huge cock deep into her wetness in a slow determined movement. Each time he buried his erection deep inside her, he lingered a moment before slowly pulling back. Never fully leaving her pussy, he only allowed enough retreat to plunge his thickness back inside of her over and over again. God, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven—surely the only place this exquisite pleasure existed. Never had she’d known such contentment in her life. Her hands clutched his shoulders, his arms steady on either side of her, holding his body off of hers again, helping to propel him deeper inside her.

“Oh, my God, Austin,” she said, her voice echoing within the empty house.

The heat from their joined bodies created a thin band of perspiration along their skin. Soon, the slapping of wet flesh enveloped the room.

“Oh, baby, I wish you could feel how tight you are,” Mac said, his tone roughened with lust.

She could feel the tightness within her vagina, the way he filled her, the way her wetness squeezed him. When he thrust deeper and deeper and held himself inside of her for seconds at a time before pulling back to start over again, she could feel the pulsing of his cock. The wide head spread her muscles until she lay mindless of anything other than the building pressure within her vagina.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” Mac said through ragged breaths. “I want to feel your pussy wrap tighter around my cock.”

Each stroke of his engorged cock along her sensitive walls heightened her pleasure, and the slow build of delicious aches consumed her.

“I can’t come, Austin. It’s too much,” she said, her head whipping side to side on the table.

Why her body fought against the rising pleasure she couldn’t say. Never had sex been this intense or this rewarding and she hadn’t even come yet. Riding the wave that formed, she searched for its peak. Her breathing came hard and fast while tension formed deep within her pussy.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first laid eyes on you, Hannah,” Mac said, his gaze focused on her.

“Took you long enough,” Hannah said, her body vibrating in too many places to count.

He laughed. “Smartass.”

Without warning, he leaned down and covered her mouth with his. Gone were the gentle kisses, replaced with desperation so raw she swore he trembled trying to hold his weight off of her. His lips raked over hers, laying claim to her, branding her with their heat. Her tongue fought his, brushing it aside to search the depths of his mouth, needing to taste him, to devour him.

“Show me how bad you’ve wanted to fuck me, Austin. Make me come,” she said, hoping the challenge in her voice coerced him to give her the relief she craved. If she didn’t find her release soon, she expected to implode from the heat circulating through her.

“My God, Hannah. Talk like that and I’ll come too soon. I want longer with you.”

“No. Now.
Please
.”

But he made no effort to increase his thrusts. Did he wish to drive her mad with lust? Well, she certainly was on her way. Only thoughts of how his cock filled her and how much it teased her with no end in sight consumed her mind.

The sharp throbbing began deep inside her belly. Somewhere in the dark depths of her most private place rose the slow drumbeat that quickly formed into a rolling howl barreling through her. Aches and spasms grew stronger. She wanted to topple over the edge and bask in the pleasure waiting just over the horizon.

“Come for me, Hannah. Come hard for me, baby,” Mac urged.

She gasped for air, his powerful hips pummeling into her, and all she could do was beg for more.

“Oh, yes, Austin. God. Don’t stop. I’m gonna come. Oh God!” Her nails dug into his shoulders, desperate to hold onto him to keep from falling off of the table when her body twisted and turned.

Her climax devoured her after one powerful, deep thrust. She yelled out, “Austin!” Then words eluded her and she surrendered to the moment.

His body tensed, his arms shook, his hips continued pumping when his own release wracked him. Holding himself deep inside her, his breath caught while he lifted his chin up toward the ceiling, standing over her with his massive body shuddering.