Wild: Whispering Cove, Book 1 (12 page)

“You—”

He pressed a finger to her lips, staring at her with such love beaming within, her breath caught.

Crossing his arms in front him, he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and tore it over his head and tossed it aside. The sight of his broad, tan chest, the path of dark hair disappearing beneath his jeans, made her gulp down a mouthful of air. Her hands trembled as she reached for her shirt and dragged it over her head, exposing the lacy, white bra beneath.

Heat sizzled, sparked in the few feet that separated them. Their energy together was electrifying. The magnetic tug was hard to resist. Brody took one step toward her and then paused, his hands fisting at his sides as if he fought not to touch her.

Andrea knew what he wanted. Reaching behind her, she found the clasp and twisted, baring her breasts as the scrap of satin and lace slipped to the floor. His chest rose when a gasp caught in his throat. His blatant desire sent tingles shooting through her nipples. They grew taut, aching for his attention.

Toeing off his shoes, he reached for the button at his waistband and she did the same and undressed.

Naked, they silently stared at each other. His sensual gaze was liquid fire that set her blood pumping. Flames licked across her skin. Desire tightened low in her belly releasing a flood of need between her thighs.

She craved him—needed him.

Then the distance between them evaporated. Who moved first she didn’t know—didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was his lips on hers.

Flesh to flesh, mouth to mouth, she hungered for him. Her palms slid up his back, while he cupped her face and kissed her with such tenderness she cried out. “
Brody.
” Every inch of her body screamed to feel his touch.

“Easy, baby.” He brushed his nose against hers. “I’ve waited too long to get you here to rush it.” Several times he kissed her, soft and quick, each time pausing to stare deep into her eyes.

The moment was so poignant, she couldn’t think beyond the intensity and passion she saw within him. Then his ardent gaze left her face and slowly swept down her body like an invisible hand moving over her skin. Her core clenched, sending shards of sensations splintering throughout. A soft whimper pushed from between her lips.

“Beautiful.” The sexy timbre of his speech seeped into her skin, filling her with hot desire.

“Brody, please.” It was a plea and she didn’t care. Right now she wanted him deep inside her, filling the emptiness.

A strong arm nudged the back of her knees, tearing her off her feet as if she weighed nothing. Cradled against his broad chest, she circled her arms around his neck. His eyes never left hers, the warmth between them burning brighter and brighter with each step he took toward the bed. Carefully, he laid her on the comforter, following her down so that he lay beside her.

His fingertips surfed along her inner thigh. His touch was hot, tempting, urging her legs apart. When he slid his hand between her thighs, a moan of surrender hummed in her throat. The feel of his touch gliding over her swollen folds made her breaths become shallow pants. A finger buried deep inside her ignited a fire that seared her pussy, making it contract with pleasure.

Then he leaned over her and took her mouth in a sensual promise of what the night held. Slow. Passionate. Demanding. She captured his low growl with a kiss of her own.

His lips were butterfly caresses against hers as he spoke. “Baby, tell me you love me.” His deep voice was a flow of silk down her spine. But what tugged at her heartstrings was the yearning in his tone and the desperation in his dark gaze.

“I love you.” Emotion made her response husky. “I’ve always,” her voice cracked, “
always
loved you, Brody.”

There had been no other in her life—only him.

Andrea reached for him and he came willingly into her arms. The wall of thick, hard muscle pressed into her chest, his hips nestled between her legs and sent ripples of pleasure throughout her womb.

“I need more. I need you inside me. Please.”

Andie’s cry resonated through Brody’s body. The need curling through his bloodstream was almost frightening. He wanted her so badly. The urge to sink into her heat overwhelmed him. He shook, trying to gain his control, but failed miserably.

Looping his arms behind her knees, he spread her legs wide and angled his hips. With one thrust he buried deep into her hot, moist sex. As her inner muscles squeezed him, they both cried out. He released her and her legs slid around his waist, her heels hard against his ass, holding them together like a vise.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, savoring the warmth and tightness surrounding him. “Damn, baby,” he released on an exhale, “you feel so good.”

As she clung to him, he began a steady rock, moving in and out of her silky heat. Her nipples were diamond hard rubbing against his chest.

Brody couldn’t believe that she was here—with him—and he was making love to her the way she was meant to be cherished. But he needed something more than her heart. She had admitted belonging to him. Now if he could capture her soul, then maybe she would never think of leaving him again.

Andie bucked beneath him, meeting and welcoming each of his thrusts with one of her own. The soft slap and erotic aroma of their bodies coming together made his balls constrict and pressure build in his groin. A tingle near the base of his cock made his jaws clench. His erection began to pulse and throb. He struggled to fill his lungs.

The second her body fisted him, Brody knew she was close to the edge. Fingernails bit into his back; the burn hurt so fucking good.

“Oh God,” she screamed, arching.

He slammed into her, deep and fast, over and over. A rumble in his throat rose at the delicious feel of her inner muscles’ involuntary spasms. Writhing, she came apart in his arms. Each contraction jerked her slick, moist body against his. Her soft mewls and groans caressed his ears.

Brody was so caught up in her orgasm, the hot searing heat of her body along his dick, that when flames burst through him he couldn’t breathe. His body tensed. His senses exploded. He reared forward, driving his cock impossibly deeper and held them together.

Brody threw his head back and groaned. Semen bathed the walls of her sex as she wrung every last ounce from him. Then he collapsed on top of her, before shifting his weight and rolling to his side. Not hesitating, he pulled her into his embrace.

“Brody, are you okay?” Andie’s voice sounded strained.

A wave of anxiety skittered across his arms. “Yes.” His was afraid to move. Afraid that this blissful moment would only be a dream.

“Then loosen your grip. I-I can’t breathe.”

He released her, feeling all shades of embarrassment. The truth was he couldn’t believe how emotional he felt. Andie was in the house he built for them. The bed he purchased with her in mind, and they had just made love so passionately that it had deeply touched him. Yet like a guilty man he waited for the axe to fall. Instead, she nuzzled close to him, her arm resting around his waist.

“Stay with me,” he whispered against the soft scent of her hair.

“Tonight?” she murmured.

“Forever,” he replied.

She tipped her head up and gazed at him with such sadness, his heart stuttered. “What if it’s not like it used to be?”

“Andie, I don’t expect it to be like it was when we were eighteen but better, because we have both grown, matured. The fact that our love hasn’t died over the years is a testament that we deserve another chance.”

The silence that lingered made his skin crawl. He couldn’t—wouldn’t—let her leave.

Then she did something that surprised him. Throwing a leg over his, she rose, straddling his hips. A weak smile touched the corners of her mouth.

“I don’t think I could leave you even if I wanted to.”

Had he heard her correctly?

He smoothed his palms up her arms.
Dammit.
He was shaking.

“Make love to me, again,” she whispered.

When Andie leaned down and their lips touched, Brody knew Andrea Adair had finally come home.

About the Author

A taste of the erotic, a measure of daring and a hint of laughter describe Mackenzie McKade’s novels. She sizzles the pages with scorching sex, fantasy and deep emotion that will touch you and keep you immersed until the end. Whether her stories are contemporaries, futuristics or fantasies, this Arizona native thrives on giving you the ultimate erotic adventure.

When not traveling through her vivid imagination, she’s spending time with three beautiful daughters, three devilishly handsome grandsons and the man of her dreams. She loves to write, enjoys reading and can’t wait ’til summer. Boating and jet skiing are top on her list of activities. Add to that laughter and if mischief is in order—Mackenzie’s your gal!

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Look for these titles by Mackenzie McKade

Now Available:

Six Feet Under

Fallon’s Revenge

A Warrior’s Witch

Lisa’s Gift

Lost but not Forgotten

Second Chance Christmas

Black Widow

Merry Christmas, Paige

Blue Moon

Irresistible

Ties That Bind

Bound for the Holidays

Bound by the Past

Bound by Desire

Wild Oats

Take Me

Take Me Again

Coming Soon:

Whispering Cove

Bold

It’s a thin line between love and hate. When it shatters, watch out…

Irresistible

© 2012 Mackenzie McKade

As a teen, Sydney Boyle’s crush on her foster parents’ son—despite their six-year age difference—brought her nothing but heartache. So she did what any smart girl would do: feigned indifference.

Keeping her distance is pretty tough, now that Sean is the head of the family publishing company. Forced into close contact, denying her long-suppressed attraction is getting harder by the day.

As Sydney grew from a shy, sweet teen to a mind-numbing beauty, Sean could only stand by and watch, his father’s warning ringing in his ears.
Hands off.

But now they’re both adults. And it won’t be long before he ends one of their daily, nose-to-nose office arguments by just hauling off and kissing her.

Cue the snow, some close dancing, and a steaming Jacuzzi in a mountain cabin, and things take a turn for the hot and steamy. But giving in to temptation could mean one of them can never go home again…

Warning: Lesson in How to Make a Man Stand Up and Take Notice: take one tight red sweater, add some sexy two-stepping with a few hot cowboys, rub, twirl, wiggle and…stand back and let the pissing contest begin.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Irresistible:

Without thinking, Sean slid his fingers into her silky hair, dropping his head to capture her mouth, but before their lips met they were interrupted.

“Ma’am, may I have this dance?”

Sean slowly raised his head to see yet another cowboy eyeing Sydney. This one was a little taller than the last and built like a Brahma—and raised by a coyote by the gleam in his eyes.

“The woman’s with me.” Sean spoke without thinking. Judging by Sydney’s widened eyes, his words had shocked her as much as they had him.

“Sean?” His name was almost inaudible on her lips.

“Excuse us.” He maneuvered her through the dancers and toward their table. Before they reached their destination, she pulled to an abrupt halt.

“Uhhh…what just happened?”

He bristled, reaching for the only thing that came to mind. “You don’t want to get involved with the likes of these men.”

“And why not?”

“Look at them, Sydney.”

No sooner did he say it than he regretted his words. Because look, or more to the point ogle, was exactly what she did, receiving several interested smiles in return that made his hackles rise to the surface.

“Okay. That’s enough,” he barked.

Her brows shot upward so fast he half expected them to disappear into her hairline.

“
Enough
?” She paused. When she spoke again her tone firmed. “No. What’s enough is your overbearing—
Errr
…” she growled. “That you think you have some say over my personal life. You’re my boss. I work for you. But you’re not my guardian or my protector. That’s all—” Her voice cracked. “That’s all there will ever be between us.”