“I’d better go change and get some sleep. Just like you.” she said softly. Howie nodded, and watched her leave the room. A moment later, he heard her call his name quietly, as she re-entered his suite. Howie hadn’t moved since she had left, and looked up at the sound of her voice. She stood there, in the ajoining doorway, nervously twisting her hands. She wore a pair of silk pajama bottoms and a white tank top with thin straps that exposed her shoulders.
“Um....”
“What is it, Mackenzie?” he asked in a low voice. Her forehead wrinkled slightly.
“I was wondering if I could stay the night with you.” she whispered. He smiled tenderly, and held his hand out to her. Her expression lightened in relief, and she shut the light off in her room, coming toward his bed.
“You didn’t even have to ask, you know.” he reprimanded as soon as she had climbed in beside him, and lay her head on his chest. Howie settled his arms more comfortably around her, holding her close. “We’ve been sleeping together every night.” he pointed out, amused.
“I know. Actually, I....I sleep better with you. And, I was a little scared.” she admitted. He held tighter.
“I don’t blame you. I was pretty scared myself. It’s frightening, I know. But I want you to try to forget it, and get some sleep, ok?” She nodded her head against his chest, and he absentmindedly rubbed his hand gently along her back. A sigh escaped her.
“Howie?” she hazarded after a few moments, thinking he might be asleep. He surprised her by answering,
“Yeah, baby?”
Mackenzie giggled. “Baby?” she asked, and raised her head to look at Howie. He blushed, not knowing what to say, or what she thought. “I like the sound of that.” she stated finally, still looking into his eyes.
“You do?” he couldn’t resist asking.
“I do. It’s nice having you be possessive of me. I’m assuming that was a possessive term of endearment.”
“You’re right, it was.” he smiled. “I can’t help the way I feel about you.” he added softly. Mackenzie was silent for a moment.
“How DO you feel about me?” she questioned. Howie paused.
“I don’t know if you feel the same way.”
“How do you feel?” she repeated, in a whisper. It was important to her that she know.
“I love you.” he admitted quietly, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “I love your beautiful emerald eyes and the way that they peer into mine. I love the way your breath feels on my neck when you sleep beside me. I love the sound of your voice when you call my name. I love you.”
A single tear fell from the corner of Mackenzie’s eye; she blinked, then reached her hand up, cupping his face, and bringing his lips down toward hers. She pressed her mouth softly against his, never breaking eye contact. “I love you too.” she whispered.
Howie lifted himself up on his elbow, and starred into Mackenzie’s face. She loved him. He lowered his lips to hers and they kissed gently for a moment. Mackenzie’s mouth opened of it’s own violation; Howie didn’t have to be invited twice. Their toungues met and skipped away, then met again. They explored one another’s mouths thoroughly, and Mackenzie gently nipped his lower lip.
The taste of her mouth was intoxicating, something that Howie felt he could never get enough of. She kissed him so sweetly, with those perfect lips of hers. They were made for kissing, he thought. Mackenzie’s hands roamed over his chest and back as they kissed. She swirled little patterns across his skin, teasing him. Howie moved his mouth from hers, trailing hot kisses across her throat. She moaned quietly as his lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear. His hand ran along her thigh, the sensual silk of her pajama bottoms sliding against her delicate skin. He pulled away for a moment, and looked deep into her fever bright eyes.
“Mackenzie......I want to make love to you.” he whispered. She smiled, but he continued. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want......If you’re not ready, we can stop. I just wanted you to know.” In answer, she pulled him back down to herself.
“I love you.” she reiterated, just before capturing his lips once again with her own. He ever so gently peeled the straps of her tank top down her shoulders, kissing the bare skin that they left behind. He urged her to sit up. As they continued to kiss, Howie moved his hands to the hem of her shirt, and tugged it up slightly, allowing his hands to slide beneath the fabric. Enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against her back, Mackenzie pulled herself closer to him, making him hold her tighter. After several moments, he reluctantly pushed her away from himself, to pull her shirt up over her head. He tossed it onto the floor, and eased Mackenzie back onto the bed, taking the opportunity to look at her.
“You’re so beautiful.” he murmured, before kissing her neck. She sighed as she felt his lips travel down her body. When he kissed her below her right breast, she clamped her hands on his arms and squeezed her eyes shut, letting the sensations wash over her. He glanced up at her, and seeing the pleasure on her face, turned more of his attention to her breasts. She felt so silky smooth, and Howie couldn’t keep his lips from her.
Mackenzie could feel him against her leg. He was aroused, but then so was she. Her entire body seemed to tingle, as though a million tiny pins were pricking her skin, making her all the more sensitive to his movements. His mouth was on her stomach, and his toungue gently circled her navel.
Mackenzie however, had her own exploring to do. She shifted her body weight against his, and he gave way. She rolled on top of him, and began to kiss his lips, moving her way along his body. She took his earlobe in her mouth, gently suckling. His hand against the small of her back, pressed her closer to himself. Mackenzie’s lips wandered, and she kissed the hollow of his neck, eliciting a soft moan from him. She slid her hands across his chest, reveling in the etrordinary feel of him. His muscles tensed then relaxed beneath her touch; a smile played on her lips. She moved her mouth along his abdominal muscles, until she reached the waistband of his boxers. She kissed the elastic, then him, through the material of his underwear. Howie pulled her back to his mouth.
They moved again, this time so that is was convenient for Howie to rid Mackenzie of her pajama bottoms. He striped them off of her to reveal her white satin panties. He bent his head down to kiss the delicate skin of her inner thighs; Mackenzie twined her hands into his hair as he teased her.
After several moments, Howie gently slipped his fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, and peeled them frm her body. Mackenzie helped him do the same, revealing his arousal. She stroked him gently, and he starred into her eyes before entering her.
“I love you. I have since the day you came aboard the bus, so vulnerable, so sweet.” he whispered, poised above her.
“I think I’ve been looking for you forever.” she responded. They smiled at one another, just as he thrust into her. They closed their eyes, reveling in the feel of one another’s body.
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