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I do. I want to dance for this man like Salome danced for Herod. Without the chopping off John the Baptist’s head part. “I’ll tell Carter,” I say, sliding my shoes back on.
“Goran’s grabbed him. Their dance off is starting.”
Sure enough, the two of them are in the middle of the dancefloor, surrounded by the team. Goran is waving me over.
I shake my head. “Gotta go,” I mouth. “Shall we?” I ask Eli, turning back to him.
“Yeah.” He doesn’t make a show of leaving with me. Just puts his hand softly in the curve of my back as we walk out of the club. Maybe people noticed. Maybe they didn’t. I can’t bring myself to care. I just want to go home with this man.
And I do.
* * *
ELI
We’re having sleepy morning sex when my phone buzzes. It’s the best kind of sex. Mackenzie’s in front of me on her side, her body warm and inviting, so tight as I slide in and out of her. I’m kissing her neck, her jaw, whispering in her ear how beautiful she is.
She lets out little soft breaths as I circle her with my finger. I loved last night – the part when we got home and she danced for me. We fucked on the floor like animals and it felt like an apology. She said it too. That she was sorry for making me feel bad.
It was enough.
This morning feels like heaven. If I ever end up there, this is how I want every morning to be. Soft and warm and sensual.
Making love to my girl.
Without the damn phone that keeps vibrating.
“You want to get that?” Mackenzie looks over her shoulder. Her lips are swollen from how much we kissed last night. Her cheeks are pink from how much I’m rubbing her this morning.
“Nope.”
It buzzes again, damn it. I snatch it up and groan. The brother’s group chat.
Why didn’t I turn my phone off when we went to sleep?
“Problems?” Mackenzie asks, her voice ragged.
This time I turn it off. “No. Just assholes.”
She giggles, and it does amazing things to my dick. I’m going to have to make her laugh when I’m inside of her more often. I kiss her throat again, moving my other hand to her breasts, sliding slowly in and out of her like we have all the time in the world.
Hearing her breath hitch is my jam. Making her cry out my name is my life’s work. Feeling her come reminds me, again, that I’d like to die like this.
Inside Mackenzie Hunter. Feeling her orgasm around me.
I take my time, riding out her pleasure, letting it mix with my own. When I finally come inside of her, it feels like every cell in my body is on fire. She turns to kiss me, and it’s awkward as fuck because she’s still facing away, but I love it anyway.
I clean her up – because that’s also my thing – then I get back into bed and pull her against me. I’m sleepy again. It’s the weekend and we deserve to rest, damn it.
But then she looks up at me. “Do you want to reply to that message?”
“What message?”
“The one that made your phone go crazy.”
I blink. My brothers. Damn. Exactly the people I don’t want to be thinking about right now.
“It’s okay, it’s probably Holden.”
