Keep (Fury Brothers #2)

I slammed my mouth against hers.

She made a hungry sound, her hands sliding into my hair.

Damn, she tasted sweet. I swept my tongue into her mouth. I wanted to explore every part of her. Memorize her taste.

Her T-shirt had slipped off one shoulder, which was driving me crazy. I leaned down and scraped my teeth over those maddening freckles.

“Colt.God.”

I tumbled her back on the bed. Her blonde hair was everywhere, her face flushed with need. I palmed her breasts, thumbed her nipples.

With a moan, she pushed into my hands. “I love your hands,” she panted. “Please.”

Macy was in need. And it was like I was programmed to give this woman everything she needed.

“You hurting, Macy?” My voice was a low growl.

“Yes.”

“Where?”

Her eyes flashed. “Everywhere.” She paused. “Between my legs.”

With a growl, I flicked her shorts open and yanked them down her legs.

She only wore a tiny scrap of black lace beneath them. “You call these panties? These things are designed to tease me.” I slid a finger under the elastic. She writhed.

I pushed her thighs wide, and lowered my head. The scent of her lush arousal hit me. I scraped my mouth over her lace-covered pussy. “Been wondering if you had curls here or kept it bare.”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “Find out.”

I growled, and shoved the gusset of her panties aside. Bare and smooth. I stroked her.

“Oh.” She arched off the bed.

“You’re soaked. Wet for me already. Panties soaked. Pussy soaked.” I caressed her slick folds.

“Colt.”

I loved the tremor in her voice. I gripped the lace and with one hard yank, ripped her panties off her. Now she was completely bare for me.

“So smooth.” I stroked my thumb up and found her clit. She moaned sweetly for me.

I had to taste her. I pushed her thighs wide, lowered my head, and feasted.

She cried out and tried to rear up. Holding her still, I tongued her folds. So damn sweet.

“Oh, Colt.” Her hands tugged on my hair. She was close and I wanted to taste her release.

There was a tentative knock on the door. “Daddy? Are you there? Your bed’s empty. I’m thirsty.”

I froze, and beneath me Macy stilled.

Fuck. The universe was giving me a big reminder why I didn’t get involved, and didn’t bring women home.

Macy was trembling, on the verge of coming.

I tried to clear the lump in my throat. “Be there in a second, short stuff.” She usually went to Lola. I suspected the excitement of Macy being here had gotten too much for her.