Free Overdrive by Chloe Cole

sounds like a promise to me.”
    More time with Mac. What a hardship.
    She was still smiling when she stepped out of the shower ten minutes later. That was what being with Mac did. Made her into a silly, giddy fool. A soft knock sounded on the bathroom door, and she hiked the towel up higher over her breasts. “Who is it?” she said in a singsong tone.
    “Open the door for a sec.”
    She bit her lip and took a quick peek in the mirror. Her hair was scooped back into its usual ponytail because she didn’t want to wash it, but she had not an ounce of makeup on and had hoped to at least slap a little lip gloss and mascara on before he got another look at her.
    “Why?” she asked, hand on the doorknob in case it was important.
    “I want to give you something.”
    She opened the door and stuck her head out. “What?”
    Mac stood there, buck naked, with a handful of grapes in his big hand. “These.” He held one to her lips, and she instinctively opened her mouth and took it between her teeth.
    “Mmm, good one. Nice and tart.”
    His gaze zeroed in on her mouth, sending a zing of heat straight to her pussy. Maybe breakfast could wait…
     
    Mac stared, enthralled by a drop of juice clinging to Frankie’s bottom lip. Leaning forward, he swept his tongue out to collect it but found he couldn’t get enough. He cupped her neck, dragging her closer. Her breath caught as he took her mouth.
    Shit, he didn’t want to let this woman go. He pulled back and worked up a teasing smile. “Technically, I just fed you. And you did say…”
    Her brows flew up. “I can’t believe you would stoop to that.”
    “Honey, you’d be surprised to know what I would stoop to if I thought I could have you again.”
    She closed the door in his face with a soft click, but a few seconds later, right as he was about to walk away, it swung open again. There she stood, hair down, come-hither smile firmly in place, the towel on the floor at her feet.
    He tossed the grapes over his shoulder and stalked toward her, intent on something far sweeter. Her eyes went wide as he wrapped his arms around her hips, pressing her backward until her thighs met the granite countertop. Spanning her slim waist, he lifted her onto the surface, which was slick with steam. Her breath caught, and she braced herself with a hand on the wall behind her. They’d barely touched, but already his cock was pulsing, thickening for her. He stood back, trying to commit the view to memory. Her gaze was heated, her lips swollen from their marathon night of lovemaking. Hard nipples stood proudly at attention, beckoning him in for a taste.
    “You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he muttered, reaching out to trace her collarbone with the tip of his finger.
    Her cheeks flushed, and she turned her face away.
    “You look, Frankie. Look at yourself.”
    She tipped her chin toward the mirror to her right and gasped. “Geez, can we turn the lights down? You can see…everything.” She moved to cover her breasts, but he grasped her wrists, tugging her hands away.
    “Not going to happen. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’m not going to miss an inch of this.”
    He stepped between her thighs and laid her hands on his chest. She met his gaze and nodded. “Okay, we’ll do it your way.”
    “That’s what I like to hear,” he growled, closing his hands over her thighs, spreading them, sliding her closer to the edge of the countertop. He peered down at her glossy pink pussy and groaned. He’d gambled with the grapes and won. Now he wanted to worship her, take it slow, show her exactly what she meant to him. Only, things were growing more dire by the second. He was painfully hard. The urge to plunge into her until they both blew apart was getting stronger with every glance, every touch.
    He looked up and caught her watching him stare. “You’re so pretty here,” he whispered, brushing his knuckles over her heated center. Her thighs flexed against his hips. “So tight