The Gingerbread Bakery (Dream Harbor, #5)(82)

Annie’s head dropped back on the seat, her legs beginning to tremble as they made their way down dark back roads to Mac’s house.

She was close. Pleasure building as Mac increased his speed and pressure. Close, so close. Her back arched against the seat, feet scrambling for purchase.

‘Mac…’

‘We’re here,’ he said, pulling his hand from her dress.

Annie spun to face him, eyes wide. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked, shock and frustration spiraling through her.

‘We’re here,’ he repeated, flashing that obnoxious smirk.

‘I was almost there! You need to keep going.’

He chuckled. ‘Now, Annie, if you’re going to fuck me like you hate me, I had to give you a little more ammunition,’ he said before stepping out of the car.

What the hell just happened?

She sat there in disbelief staring at him walking to the house. She almost considered calling an Uber and getting the hell out of here. Then she looked down, saw her dress hiked halfway up her thighs, thought about how Mac’s hand had felt there, and she really only had one choice.

Follow him in and fuck his brains out.











Chapter Thirty-Eight





Now


Annie walked into his house looking murderous. Gorgeous and murderous. Her cheeks were still flushed pink from what they’d just done on the drive here, her hair in golden curls over her shoulder, her body like a walking fantasy in that red dress. She looked like some kind of goddess sent here to personally kick his ass.

It had been an act of cowardice to provoke her like that, but Mac was afraid that this was the only way he could have her, that if he showed her any more of the truth she would just run. So instead, he’d fallen into old habits and pissed her off and prayed she wouldn't leave.

She had ditched her boots and coat by the door and stood seething in the middle of his kitchen; seething because she wanted more.

And that’s exactly what Mac wanted, too.

‘Hey, Annabelle,’ he said with a slow grin, the one she hated.

‘Don't hey Annabelle me!’ she hissed. ‘What the hell was that?’

‘A preview,’ Mac said, trying to keep up his confident smile even as he was doubting the wisdom of this plan.

Annie's eyes narrowed at him in a familiar glare, but there was something different about it. This time there was heat behind it, desire. Maybe there had been all along.

She huffed with impatience. ‘And is that all I get? A preview?’

Mac grinned. ‘Hell no, you get the whole damn show.’

He strode across the kitchen and took her face in his hands, dropping his mouth to hers before she could say another word, diving between her lips with his tongue, devouring her. Every little moan and whimper was his. Finally.

Her hands were greedy in his hair, pushing the jacket from his shoulders until he tossed it aside. They somehow made it upstairs like that, grappling with each other, grabbing and pulling and kissing. He pushed Annie against the wall when they made it to the top, pressing against her. She pulled his hair, bit his bottom lip. And he wanted all of it, all the punishment she could give him and more until finally she could forgive him.

He steered them into his bedroom as Annie tore at the buttons on the front of his shirt, clawing at him to get it off. He pushed her hands away, undoing the buttons himself, popping a few off in the process. Annie’s laugh was slightly unhinged.

He pulled back long enough to take his shirt off before Annie was on him again, kissing and tugging at his clothes, nipping at the skin on his throat.

‘Take your dress off, Annie,’ he rumbled. ‘Please,’ he added between wild, sloppy kisses. He felt like he was coming apart at the seams, completely undone, but he needed to see her, all of her.

She let go of him, breathing hard. Their gazes locked as she slipped the dress down off one shoulder and then the other. Down her arms, over her chest, her waist, her hips until she had shimmied out of the entire thing and stood in front of him completely naked.

An injured, desperate sound escaped his lips. ‘Fuck.’ The word was more sound than coherent thought, but it was all he could manage to say.

Underneath all her hard scowls and sharp remarks, Annie was actually all soft, golden curves. And he wanted to lick every single one.

‘Now you,’ she said, and Mac was happy to oblige, quickly pulling off his undershirt and kicking off his dress pants.

‘Keep going,’ Annie said with a smirk, waiting for him to shuck his boxer briefs. He tucked his thumbs in the elastic waistband and held Annie's gaze as he pulled them down, letting his cock spring free. Annie tipped her head to the side like she was assessing the situation. Like she hadn’t seen it up close and personal this morning.

Mac couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Jesus Christ, Annie, did you scare the absolute shit out of every other guy you slept with?’

Annie shrugged. ‘Probably.’

He stepped toward her. ‘Lucky for you, you don't scare me.’

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his and Mac nearly blacked out.

‘You're absolutely fucking gorgeous. You know that, right?’ he whispered against her ear.

‘Thanks for noticing.’

‘I've always noticed.’