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I’m fine with the banter, but she’s not telling me the entire truth. I know that. There’s more to her story, I just don’t know what or how it matters.
Or maybe I want to know who the fuck Vic is.
Being a man who’s excellent at burying the lead, I ask, “Who’s Victor?”
“Vic?” A small smile plays at my glower. “Vic’s very, very special, but definitely not in that way.”
“What way?”
“The way you’re thinking.”
“I might be thinking Vic’s a space cat.”
She sits up, takes my face in both hands, and it’s electric. “It’s so definitely not like that at all.”
I put the whiskey down as she looks at me, and I slide a hand around her waist, wanting to swing her to my lap and really let the hard go full fucking mast, but I don’t. Instead, I revel in the moment, let the heat that shifts and breathes between us start to spark and smoke.
Her breath is shallow and uneven, and she looks at me with unschooled hunger, like she doesn’t know there are games to be played.
I fucking like that.
It’s better than any game.
Her naked honesty is almost as hot as the thought of her naked.
So, I kiss her, and she mewls against me, her soft lips a revelation all over again. I part them with my tongue, wanting to taste the sweet delights within.
Everything goes dark. Again.
I stop kissing her and tighten my hold. “I guess I need to patch this generator and bring in a new one tomorrow. I thought Lawson didn’t set it up right, but there must be something with this one I missed. It’s old but good. Wait here.”
I can walk this down, the lust in me. Walk it down outside and then come in and say goodnight and—
“Leave it, Mack.”
“You want me to leave it? I can make sure it’s up again and set you up with the hurricane lantern. Or take you back to the lodge. I’ll pay.”
Her mouth is right near mine. “I said leave it.”
My hard-on is pushing against my jeans. It’s gone from thirty to one hundred in seconds. And she hasn’t even touched me.
But the invitation in her voice. The promises. Someone needs to sell that on the black market as a fucking aphrodisiac.
“Just . . . leave it, Mack.”
“Ask me to stay, Princess.”
She does better than that.
Sidney swings her leg over my thighs, and then she takes my face, kissing me.
ChapterTwelve
Sidney
This is the most insane, perfect, wild thing I’ve done.
Mack is big, huge, and hard beneath me. I rock against him as I kiss him again, a deeper, bolder kiss.
