Immersion Playground
Book #3: Flight to Paradise
Chapter 14
Mac steps off the American Airlines jet, exhausted. It's nearly midnight and having to sit cramped up in a tin can for three hours isn't he his idea of a good time. He had no bag, since the trip to Dallas and back only took one day, and he's looking forward to getting to his motel and catching some zzz's before flying home tomorrow. Moments after his link connects to the airport net, a ping arrives from Kate.
"Hello, Kate."
"Hello, Mac. How was your trip?"
"Long," he says, walking through the terminal, "but otherwise uneventful. I hired our robotics guy today and I think he's going to do a great job."
"That's good. You know, I've been thinking. I decided I'd like to see you, even for one night, before you leave for Eugene."
He sighs. "I know, and I'd like to see you too but—"
"Then turn around."
He stops, not understanding what she means, then whirls, looking behind him to see her walking toward him. He kills the ping, meeting her and taking her into his arms. "What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't get away."
"I left right from work. Drove straight here. I couldn't stay away."
"You must be tired, but I'm glad you came," he says, turning and escorting her to the parking lot.
"Not nearly as tired as I'm going to be later," she whispers in his ear. "If you want to, that is," she adds in a normal tone of voice.
His heart skips a beat as they walk. "Let's just say I'm glad I don't leave for Eugene until Sunday. I have a feeling tonight is going to be a long, hard, night."
"Oh God, I hope so," she breathes, leaning in close.
***
Mac gently closes the door to his room before tossing Kate's small bag on the extra bed beside his own overnight case. She steps in close, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "I was wrong. So very wrong, and I'm very sorry for the way I acted," she says, her voice strong and self-assured. "I want to make it up to you."
He grasps Kate's hands. "Is that why you're doing this?"
"No. I'm doing this because I want to be with you. I want to make up for the way I acted by becoming the woman you think I am."
He releases her hands and takes her face, pulling her lips to his own. "You already are," he whispers before kissing her softly and then letting her go.
His gentle kiss sends a shiver through her, every nerve coming alive, her hands shaking as she tries to finish undoing the last few buttons on his shirt. "No, but with your help, I can be." A small smile touches her lips as she places her hand gently on his cheek. She watches him smile at her touch, his hand covering hers, holding it there briefly before pulling it to his lips for a slow, lingering kiss.
He smiles, the old ass kicking, name taking, Kate is back. Her hand touching his face is like a battery, energy pouring in from her touch and coursing through him. His smile broadens, feeling the connection between them reform, stronger and more resilient than before. He pulls the hand to his lips, desperate to kiss any part of her. As he gently kisses her fingers, he watches her face, her smile, gentle, sweet, maybe even loving, causing him to flush from tension releasing, tension he didn't even know he was holding. He remembers how these very fingers have tormented him in the past as he carefully folds her pinky and ring fingers down and slowly, gently, inserts the other two into his mouth. He sucks gently on her fingers, swirling his tongue around them, slowly easing them in and out of his mouth, but never removing them. After slowly stroking the fingers a few times, he holds her hand still and forces his tongue between the fingers, opening them like petals of a flower, his tongue slipping into the opening, touching the inside edges as he slowly works his tongue in and around.
A shiver passes through her, the feeling of her fingers in his mouth causing a storm of pleasure to erupt within her, warming her, making her heart pound in want and anticipation. Her eyes drift closed, enjoying his attentions, thinking, dreaming of other appendages in other places, until her fingers are forced open by his tongue. Her eyes snap open at the sudden, incredible eroticism of it, her wetness flooding her as his tongue slithers and darts between and around her fingers, reminding her of the pleasure that tongue has delivered before. A small moan that she can't contain slips past her lips as he begins to work his magic on her once more.
He watches as she stands in front of him, her breathing speeding up and becoming harder. He torments her a moment longer before slowly pulling the fingers from his mouth and begins to kiss down her fingers, kissing the palm of her hand, smiling again as she twitches slightly at the touch. He never slows, moving closer as his lips caress their way down her arm, causing her to twist and jerk at his touch.
As he begins to move up her arm, his lips creating a series of searing flashes of pleasure, each touch a pinprick of delight, she moves her arm, holding it so the path of his kisses will bring his lips to hers, her lips opening slightly, ready to receive his.
He moves with her, following her arm as she moves, drawing him to her, where he wants to be, but he refuses to be hurried. A banquet such as this should be savored, not rushed through, and he intends to savor every morsel. As his lips and tongue march ever closer to her elbow, and her lips, his heat rises, his fires beginning to roar, burning him, making his blood run hot and fast. When his lips finally reach hers, at their first touch, she opens herself to him, her hands and arms going around his neck to pull him in as their kiss explodes into a savage fury of need and desire.
The moment his lips touch hers, her reserve perishes, her need for him overwhelming her defenses and the very walls she'd tried to build are swept away. She wants him, she
needs
him, in every sense of the word. She wraps her arms around Mac's broad shoulders, pulling him to her as they devour each other with their kiss. She feels as if she's alive with energy, her skin tingling as her body responds to his, their bodies coming together without thought, preparing to give and take what they both so desperately need.
His desire is a living thing, consuming him. He steers her to the open bed, not even bothering to turn back the linens, lowering her gently as he follows her down, not wanting to be apart from her for even an instant. Holding her head and back, protecting her and holding her tight, he pulls her with him, rolling over and positioning her on top of him. He draws her more tightly into his chest as they kiss, their tongues flicking and slithering, wrapping in embraces as tight and passion-filled as their bodies. She begins to move her hips, thrusting herself on his hardness trapped between them, each thrust accompanied by a small whimper of desire.
Kate is frantic with desire. Never has she wanted any man as badly as she wants Mac at this moment. Except for his unbuttoned shirt, they're fully dressed, and she slides down him, kissing as she goes, working frantically at his trousers, trying to free him, but then he takes her hands, stilling them.
"Kate..." he says softly. "We have plenty of time."
He takes her hands in his own, holding them as she tugs at his belt. He wants to slow her down, to extend the pleasure of having her with him once again. "Slowly..." he whispers, pushing her up and slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "Slowly..." he repeats as he slips her blouse from her shoulders, slithering the cloth off her before pulling her back to him, her lips to his, feeling the heat of her flesh on his bare chest. As they kiss, he unsnaps her brassiere, but doesn't try to remove it, allowing it to lie loose about her shoulders as he holds her to him.
She forces herself to slow down, to relax and enjoy the moment. As much as she wants him, his deep, slow, voice calms her as he tenderly undresses her, building her anticipation. As her bra comes loose, she tries to rise, wanting to remove it and feel his flesh against her breasts, but he holds her, not letting her rise while holding her in the kiss. As she relaxes, slowing her headlong rush to his leisurely pace, he holds her as he squirms backwards in the bed before rolling over again and rising to his knees, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he kneels between her legs.
"There, isn't this better?" he asks as he gently removes her bra and leaning down to kiss the area between her breasts.
