Free Crave (The MacKenzie Family #11) by Liliana Hart Page A

and work magic against the side of evil. How generous and thoughtful of him.”
    She fluttered her eyelashes at him and he had the sudden urge to bend her over his knee and redden her behind with a few well-placed spanks.
    He shrugged. “I’m giving you the choice to take back what you keep saying I stole from you. The only thing I know for certain is that your mouth is a temptation and I’m tired of negotiating for the moment.”
    Cal moved in slowly, giving her the opportunity to push him away. But she stood there defiantly, daring him to take the kiss. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her lips and he barely glanced the corner of her mouth. She whimpered and he felt a surge of satisfaction. Her eyes had turned a deep, dark amethyst and her pupils were large. She held onto him as if he were her lifeline.
    The pleasure of not kissing her was driving him insane. He couldn’t imagine what actually putting his lips over hers would be like.
    It was heaven.
    It was pure torture.
    And he knew with that one touch that he was in deep trouble. His lips slanted over hers, sipping, tasting, until her mouth opened beneath his in surrender. He groaned as their tongues tangled, and then he didn’t see or hear or feel anything except the blood rushing in his head and the pounding of his heart in his chest.
    “Evangeline,” he whispered.
    “This is so stupid,” she said when his lips trailed down her neck, suckling and nipping just above her collarbone. “I’m still mad at you.” Her head dropped back with a moan to give him easier access.
    “I know, sugar. But this has been a long time coming. It would’ve happened eventually if circumstances had been different. The other stuff will work itself out.”
    He didn’t give her time to argue with him, but took her mouth again with a hungry growl. His hands slid from her back to her ribs and down to her waist, memorizing the shape of her. And then he continued from her waist to the flare of her hips and around to her ass. Damn, she was wearing too many clothes. What the hell was she doing covering up a body like the one she had?
     

     
    Evangeline was determined to put a stop to the madness. But then Cal would find a new way to touch her—a new place on her body she’d never realized was an erogenous zone—and every thought would slide right out of her head.
    She’d made a lot of mistakes in her life. She wasn’t afraid to admit it. And she’d spent a lot of years trying to make up for those mistakes the best way she knew how. But kissing Cal Colter had to be one of the biggest.
    It was every fantasy she’d ever had come to life—better than her dreams—hotter than her wildest fantasies. She’d never had the kind of response for another man that Cal managed to elicit from her. It was just her luck that that kind of pleasure should be unattainable for more than a fleeting moment in her life. Because there was too much baggage and hurt feelings between them to ever sustain anything else.
    “Evie,” he said, biting her bottom lip. “Stop thinking so hard. Just enjoy the moment.”
    She almost replied back that it was easy for him to say, but his hand cupped her breast and his thumb skimmed across her nipple and then she stopped thinking altogether. Her shirt slid up across her sensitized skin and over her head and then his hands grabbed her ass and pressed her tighter against him.
    “Jesus,” he said, staring in awe at the purple lace bra she wore. “This is the type of underwear you wear under those baggy clothes?”
    “I have to get my kicks from somewhere.”
    “Thank Christ for it.”
    Her leg tangled around his hip and she whimpered as his cock pressed against her pubic bone. It was suddenly imperative that she feel more of it—the quest for pleasure the only thing on her mind now.
    The next thing she knew the world was spinning. His lips never left hers, slanting across them, his tongue sliding against hers. She’d never been kissed so thoroughly.