Slowly, he moved forward. Her head turned as she looked at him, a come-hither expression playing in her eyes. “Is this what you’ve been wanting, Byron?” she asked as she stood back up and faced him, one hand high on the door, as she leaned there and waited for him to reach her.
“Oh, this and so much more,” he whispered huskily. “You’re making me burn alive.”
“It is a very warm day,” she said, lifting her free hand to her neck and letting it travel down between her breasts and then along the plane of her stomach. She stopped at the top of her incredibly sexy mound.
“It’s certainly getting hotter,” he gasped as her finger dipped lower and circled the very part of her body he wanted his mouth to devour.
“I’m getting lonely here, Byron,” she purred as she reached out toward him.
She didn’t need to say anything more. Byron closed the small gap between them and pulled her roughly against him with his arms. His head descended and he finally tasted her sweet lips. He plundered her mouth, his hands reaching down and gripping her backside, pulling her against the roughness of his jeans and the straining hardness of his arousal.
She reached around him and grasped his hair with both of her hands as she groaned into his mouth, begging him for more. He would give her anything she wanted — anything at all.
Her kiss was filled with promises of what was to come, and he accepted what she was offering, making his own silent promises of what he would do to her, with her, for her. This woman was making him come unglued, and he never wanted to put the pieces back together again.
She pushed her hips against him, her leg lifting behind him, her foot caressing his calves as she tried to get closer. “Clothes. They need to come off,” she panted before connecting her mouth back to his in a passionate display of possession.
With an urgency born of pure desire, Byron’s knee went between her thighs, and he pushed her legs apart. Then he dropped to his knees, his head resting for a moment on the silk of her stomach as he inhaled her sweet scent. “So perfect, so beautiful,” he said with reverence.
Grasping one leg of hers, he raised it onto his shoulder, spreading her wide open for his view. Without any further hesitation, he leaned forward, finally getting his first taste of her heat, and he nearly released inside his pants.
His tongue swiped up and down the soft folds of her womanhood, and he sucked the pulsing flower of her core, her cries of pleasure telling him how fast or slow to go. He worshipped her body, learned every inch of her most tantalizing area, before he could take no more.
Releasing her, he stood, and in less than a minute, his clothes were tossed aside. “I need to take you now, McKenzie,” he told her.
“Finally,” she gasped, her eyes looking down, pleasure filling them at the sight of his throbbing erection. “It’s all mine,” she said then looked back up and licked her lips.
Their bodies met together without him feeling any movement, and then he was lifting her, and soon her tight heat was surrounding him, her perfect core holding him inside her.
“Oh, Byron, more,” she cried out as she laid her head on his shoulder, her teeth sinking into his skin. He didn’t care. The pain grounded him just enough not to explode inside her.
Still, he moved faster, gripping her derrière in his hands as he cried out her name, seeking release for both of them. Leaning down, he licked the salty skin of her neck and sucked on the point where her pulse was thundering.
“Please, Byron…please…,” she moaned. “I need…”
The feel of her breasts sliding against his chest, her legs gripped tightly around his hips, her mouth caressing his shoulder. It was all too much. “Let go, McKenzie, let go,” he cried out, his own pleasure building.
“Yes, now!” she cried as her body held him tight…
“Wake up!”
Byron shot upright, confused, hard, and not knowing what in the hell was going on. He looked around, his eyes trying to adjust to the bright light. Where was McKenzie?
“What in the hell were you dreaming about?” one person asked.
“I don’t know,” said another, “but I’ll have what he was having.” Laughter accompanied that comment.
With a groan of frustration, Byron realized he’d fallen asleep beneath the tree. To make matter worse, he must have been saying something unfortunate, because his crew was back and they were enjoying his pain.
“You might want to go and find the girl and get some satisfaction,” his foreman said with a big guffaw.
“Go back to work, Wyatt. I’m heading to the offices,” he grumbled.
As he walked stiffly back to his truck, trying desperately not to show the men how painful this walk of shame was, he thought finding the girl was a damn good idea. It was time that they closed on this deal.
Chapter Nine
McKenzie was late getting back to work. She wasn’t in the best of moods to begin with since her miserable “boyfriend” of long ago thought it would be fun to torment her. No, she wasn’t afraid of him, but he probably figured if he pestered her enough, she would give him what he wanted to make him go away. He was almost right about that.
She couldn’t see how even as a young and vulnerable nineteen-year-old she could have been attracted to that man. What in the world was wrong with her? As soon as she had that thought, sadness enveloped her. Of course, there was something wrong. How could she ever forget?
No. This wasn’t the time or the place to think of the past. But the past was continually in her face. Though deep regret filled her with that thought too, she had to remind herself that at least she was living her life. Even if she had encountered some bumpy roads along the way, she’d been able to handle those roads without utter disaster.
It wasn’t that way for everyone.
Again, she had to shake off the depressing thoughts, and then walk quickly back to the offices. When Byron had come in yesterday, he had been in a foul mood, snapping at her and everyone else. Today, luckily, he’d been in business meetings with his brothers all morning, so she hadn’t had to deal with his foul mood so far. She was going to be more than happy when she was free of him. She had enough to worry about without dealing with a man prone to such incredible mood swings.
Slipping back inside the Knight Construction office building at about quarter past one, she made her way to her desk, where she clicked on her computer and tried to return to work mode. When she heard a shuffling noise and looked up, she found Byron’s standard scowl, and it was harder to deal with than normal.