Free Eraser Crimson by Megan Keith, Renee Kubisch Page B

feet.  When he turned his back to collect a towel for himself Mackenzie jumped from the counter and continued drying herself.
    They watched each other in silence as they dried off, the air between them thick with sexual tension.  Mackenzie followed Nate’s lead and threw the towels into the hamper then left the room.  She collected her bra on the way out and then went to the ottoman to collect her thong.  She held up the scrap of torn material.
    Mackenzie’s raised eyebrow and cheeky smile as the torn underwear dangled from the end of her finger made Nate laugh.
    “Sorry about that.”
    “No you’re not.”  She laughed.
    “Actually, you’re right, I’m not,” he said with a shrug.
    “Neither am I.  Good thing this handsome man I know bought me a heap of new lingerie recently.”  She flung the material at him and it hit him in the chest.
    He growled and lunged for her.  Mackenzie squealed when he tossed her over his shoulder, took a couple of strides toward the bed and threw them both onto the mattress.
    “Handsome, huh?”  He smirked at her, placing his arms on either side of her head and rubbing his nose against hers.
    “Very.”
    Mackenzie brushed the damp hair from his forehead, wound her hands around his nape and lifted her head to press a kiss to his lips.  He kissed her quickly then jumped from the bed.
    “Don’t move,” he said sternly.
    “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
    He walked over to the mini stereo in the corner of the room and turned it on.  The fast, yet mellow beat spread across the room – the mesmerizing music she recognized as ‘Hunter’ by 30 Seconds to Mars.  She watched Nate’s naked form retreat to the closet and come back out with his hands behind his back.  He stalked toward her and she squirmed in anticipation.  Nate climbed onto the bed, his dark eyes intense and focused on hers.  His slow movements matched the sensual lyrics, surrounding her and seeping into her body.  He knows exactly what he’s doing. 
    With his knees against her right hip he leaned over her, bringing one arm from behind his back he showed her a white feather before he ran it across her stomach in a figure eight pattern, causing her muscles to twitch.  His cock throbbed in answer as he did it again.  He moved it lightly across her bare pubic bone before circling her hips and gliding it up between her breasts.  She shivered and squirmed under his touch.
    “That tickles,” she whispered, breathlessly.
    “Don’t move,” Nate demanded.  He inhaled a deep breath and closed his eyes as he savored the scent of her perfume.  When he re-opened them he watched the feather glide over her. His eyes focused on the tiny goose bumps forming across her skin and he just had to taste.
    When his lips touched her body she almost jumped clear off the bed.  He trailed hot wet kisses over her, making her body writhe with pleasure. Remaining completely still was no longer an option.  Nate continued to run the feather up to her neck then down to her breasts, circling her nipples before moving down onto her belly button, to her thighs and all the way to the soles of her feet, his tongue chasing the feather the Whole. Damn. Way.
    She felt like she was going to explode and when Nate’s eyes caught hers she almost did.  Mackenzie was so wet and excited, mewling with delight and desperation as he tormented her.  He nipped at her, licked and kissed her, all the while trailing the feather along her skin as the hauntingly beautiful music played on repeat.  It was driving her wild.  She needed more, she needed something, he was moving too slowly, too lost in the moment.  Her hands moved to cup her heavy breasts, squeezing them gently while Nate continued his silent assault.
    His eyes focused on her hands as she massaged herself.  He trailed the feather over her neck.  She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.  Nate used his other hand to slide it between her legs, feeling her wetness on his fingers he