Desire in the Dark (4 page)
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He stared down at her, his expression torn between laughter and concern. After a long moment, he shook his head and bending, crushed another kiss to her lips.
“We’re going to have to do something about your shyness.”
“Later,” she demanded, squeezing his ass.
His lashes lowered and he watched her face from a narrow line of blue as he dragged his cock free of her pussy until only the head remained tucked inside her sex.
Both groaned as he surged forward. Alise sank her teeth into her bottom lip. He repeated the slow grind and she rolled her hips upward, meeting his slow strokes. She gasped, arching into the caress as his pelvis rubbed her clit, setting off tiny bursts of pleasure in the swollen button.
“You like that,” Mac breathed.
“Hate it,” she panted. His chuckle warmed her cheek and heart. Releasing her grasp on his ass, she thrust her fingers through his hair, holding his head steady for the burning kiss she pressed to his lips. “Harder, Mac. I won’t break. I want to be ridden hard.”
“Fuck, I want that,” he groaned. Taking Alise at her word, his hips drove forward with such force she gasped into his mouth. He fucked her, plunging into her pussy and claiming it. Crying out, Alise wrapped her legs around his waist, granting him more of her, holding nothing back. “Damn, that’s it, sweetheart. Open that pussy for me. Open for me…”
She did.
His cock reached places inside her sex she didn’t know existed—places created just for him. Oh God, only he could take her to the place where lust and love melded. She stretched for it, grabbed for it…
And found it.
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Later she would be embarrassed at the primal scream she released. But now, as his cock slammed in her pussy giving her the best orgasm she’d ever experienced, she didn’t care.
Above her she faintly heard Mac’s hoarse shout as he followed her over the dark edge of orgasm.
Then she knew nothing.
*
“How long have you been in love with me?”
The warm afterglow vanished, leaving the stinging bite of reality in its wake. Even as he lay stretched over her, still nestled deep in her body, apprehension curdled her stomach. The brazen woman of minutes ago disappeared in the face of baring her heart to the one man that mattered.
Struck mute, Alise returned Mac’s quiet contemplation.
“Don’t lie to me, Alise,” he murmured, stroking the damp strands of hair at her temples. “A woman like you doesn’t give herself to a man unless she loves him.”
“Not true,” she disagreed, hoping to distract him. “I was going to have sex with Vince.”
“Don’t mention his name. Especially here,” Mac growled. “And I’m not convinced you would have gone through with it.” His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging lightly.
“Now answer my question.”
She considered lying—opened her mouth to do it. Instead the truth fell from her lips.
Dammit.
“Since I moved here.”
He studied her, his blue eyes revealing none of his thoughts. He lowered his hand to her mouth, stroking the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. Alise couldn’t contain the tremor that trembled through her body at the small caress.
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“I’ve loved you as a friend. I consider you one of the only two I have.”
Her heart cracked.
Fuck
, she scolded herself,
I will not cry. I will not…
She cleared her throat. “That’s fine,” she whispered past the fist of tears in her throat.
“Shh.” Mac halted her lie with a finger across her lips.
Then replaced it with a tender kiss…a kiss that tasted of hope and…
“I love you.”
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About the Author
I was born the daughter of a sharecropper…okay, maybe not. But I am the daughter of a pastor, from whom I inherited my love of romance. The man can preach a mean Song of Solomon! (There’s that plug, Daddy! You can pay me later!) Although my first book starred a cucumber named Fred, my first romance came several years later in the seventh grade when I wrote myself as a heroine opposite Ralph Tresvant from New Edition. Through the power of my pen and imagination, Ralph took one look across a crowed stadium, met my dark, mysterious gaze, fell passionately in love and serenaded me in front of everyone—once we had the inevitable fight, a.k.a. black moment, and made up with a passionate declaration of love and fidelity. The same story reincarnated itself many times over the years—with Donnie Wahlberg from New Kids on the Block, Brad Pitt, Denzel Washington and, as recently as last night, Vin Diesel.
Though the characters have changed, my love of love has endured. Shaping the lives of the unique men and women who experience the first, hungry bites of lust, the dizzying heights of passion and the tender, healing heat of love—nothing compares to it. Except maybe discovering new material for love scenes with my husband, the head of Research & Development!
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