The Day He Kissed Her by Juliana Stone Read Free Book Online Page B

warm breath slid across her heated skin. Goose bumps followed in his wake, and she couldn’t hide the shudder that rolled across her shoulders.
    “Are you going to make me beg?” His mouth hovered near her ear, and she felt the imprint of his lips even though he hadn’t touched her. “’Cause I don’t mind begging. I don’t mind doing a lot of things.”
    “Mackenzie,” she managed to say, her hands now on his chest as if she wanted to push him away. Except she didn’t push him away. She did nothing. Hell, she didn’t even breathe.
    “Mac,” he said, his voice a little rougher. A little sexier. “Mackenzie is what my mother calls me. Mac is what my friends call me.”
    She swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes daring to travel up to his again.
    “And you think we’re friends?”
    “I don’t know, Boston. Are we?”
    Unnerved at the look in his eyes, she finally managed to push against his chest and took a step back. She needed some distance.
    “Mac,” she said, drawing out the one syllable. “What do you want?”
    He smiled, a full on smile that made her heart lurch and her breath quicken. “Nice,” he murmured. “That sounds real nice, darlin’.”
    Lily said nothing, mostly because she didn’t know what to say.
    A few moments passed, and she found her voice. “So that’s it? We’re playing name games?”
    “Are you and Hubber involved?” Mac asked abruptly.
    Something in the air changed, an electric shot that was hot and dangerous, and hot and… Lily exhaled and shook her head. She considered lying, but what was the point? Mackenzie would see right through her. “No.”
    “Then why is he here?”
    “Because I asked him to come.”
    “Why would you ask him to come if you’re not into him?”
    “I never said I wasn’t into him. I just said that we weren’t involved.”
    It was a lie. Blair was just a friend—a good friend, mind you, but nothing more.
    Mac inched forward, and the shadows that played across his face emphasized the sharp angles and full lips. His eyes, always so light, were now dark, and for the first time, she noticed how fast his pulse raced at the base of his neck.
    “Yet,” she continued, strangely exhilarated.
    Mac studied her for a few moments—a few moments that felt as if she were going to crawl out of her skin.
    “Interesting,” he said, a slow grin creeping over his face.
    Something about his attitude pissed her off. “How is that interesting?” she snapped.
    Mackenzie shrugged. “He doesn’t seem to be your type is all.”
    “I don’t have a type.”
    “Yeah,” he said. “You do.”
    “And I suppose you think that you’re my type?”
    Oh God, Lily. Shut your damn mouth.
    His smile widened, and for a few moments, there was nothing but silence between them.
    “Have you kissed him?” he asked, his voice low and hitting a timbre that no man had a right to hit.
    Chin jutted out, Lily dropped her arms from her chest, totally aware that her nipples were saluting him and not caring one damn bit. She was unnerved, pissed off, frustrated, and…horny as hell.
    “That’s none of your business.”
    His head dipped and Lily’s toes curled into the sand. She was pretty sure it was the only thing anchoring her and preventing her from falling into him. Considering it was sand, she was going to face-plant into Mackenzie if she didn’t get her shit together.
    “What if I want to make it my business?”
    Lips parted, she stared up at him. The ache that had lingered inside her for hours was now front and center. Her chest rose and fell, and when his dark gaze dropped to her breasts, she thought she might have gasped. Or groaned.
    Or both.
    “Do you remember the way I kissed you on New Year’s Eve? Do you remember how good it felt?”
    Again, she had nothing and stared up at him in silence. It didn’t matter though, because Mackenzie seemed to have no trouble doing all the talking.
    “Because I do, Boston, and I’ve thought about it a lot,” he