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Bad timing.
Stupid timing but, damn, if he didn’t want her too.
He’d give her an out.
“Mac, this is…not…good.” That wasn’t what he meant to say. This was fucking fantastic, but it wasn’t smart. “I mean not smart.”
She smiled at him. “I know. Seriously, Dane, I know. I’ve done stupid, and this is it, but I got blown up today, and when I came to on that stretcher, you were there, and I promised myself if I got out of this, I was going to have you, if for no other reason than I want you. I don’t want a relationship. I’ve dated at work before, and it ended in a nightmare. I don’t want to walk down that road again, but I cheated death today—wecheated death—and I think that requires a bit of celebration.”
He wanted to be the kind of man who was strong enough to turn her down for moral reasons, but…there was just no way he was missing the opportunity to have Mac. She was smart, funny, and sexy. But more than that, he admired her greatly—her strength, her perseverance, her courage over the last couple of days.God, was that how long he’d known her? Felt like she’d always been in his life.She was everything he looked for in a woman.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and kissed her hard on the mouth. She answered by wrapping her arms around his back and bringing her hips to his. Their tongues danced, creating the best kind of friction. He cupped her ass and brought her closer, rubbing his swelling hard-on against her pelvis.
She let out a soft moan and ran her hands under his shirt. Her touch burned like fire, but he wanted it everywhere all at once. He reached back with one hand and pulled his T-shirt over his head. He dropped it onto the floor and pulled her in again, recapturing her mouth in a scorching kiss.
Mac ran her hands over his chest and then dropped them to his belt buckle. She undid his buckle and his jeans’ button.
“No,” he growled. “Not yet.” He spun their bodies around and walked her backward to the bed, where he laid her down.
She pulled off her T-shirt and dropped it off the side of the bed.
He stared at her breasts in the lacy deep-green bra. Unbelievably perfect. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He brought his weight slowly down on top of her as he pulled the cup to the side and covered her left nipple with his mouth.
She arched beneath him as he drew the taut peak deep. He swirled his tongue around her nipple again and again until she speared her fingers into his hair and whispered his name. It sounded like heaven on her lips, and it touched a part of him that he hadn’t realized existed. A fierce wave of protectiveness washed over him. He’d do everything he could to keep her safe. To make her happy. To make her his.
He took off her bra and nipped at the right nipple, causing her hips to jerk hard. He kissed down her chest, along her belly, as he pushed her sweatpants over her hips. She wiggled out of them. He sat back on his haunches to relish the vision before him of Mac lying there, her blond hair splayed over the pillow, her full breasts like beautiful mounds with pebbled peaks, and the dark green thong against her tanned skin. She was so captivating and sexy.
"You are stunning," he said in awe before lowering his mouth to hers.
She fisted his hair and deepened the kiss before she reached down and lowered his zipper. Then she stroked him through his underwear until he broke the kiss and cursed.
Her hands cupped his ass as she rubbed against him. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Not yet.” He wanted to be inside her, but he wanted other things first. He bent his head to suck her nipple again just as she touched him again through the fabric of his underwear. He hissed. He couldn’t help it. He wanted her touch badly, but he knew if she started, he wouldn’t have the power to stop her. And he had so many things he wanted to do to her first.
He traced his mouth from one nipple and then the other. Slowly, he left a trail of kisses down her stomach to her thong. He got harder still as he ran his fingers across the lace.
When he reached the middle, he dipped his fingers lower to caress between her folds.
“Dane.” Her voice was breathy, and he doubted he’d ever heard anything as sexy.
The sound of his name on her lips again created a tidal wave of fierce desire, and he quickly yanked off her thong. He blew on her clit gently. When she whispered his name again, straining her hips to reach him, he dropped a kiss on her core.
“Dane,” she said again and then bit her lip. Her fingers fisted in his hair as he slid his hands under her hips to bring her to his mouth.
He used his tongue to tease and suckle her, taking her to the brink before stopping. “Say my name, Mac.” He wanted her to remember who made her feel so good. He wanted it imprinted in her brain.
“Dane.” It came out almost as a curse, and it made him smile. He teased her some more with his tongue, then put his fingers inside her as he blew on her clit. When she moaned, he did it again, adding more fingers. Her hips bucked. He drove his fingers inside her, faster and faster until she was breathless and begging him. He sucked her once more as her body tensed and arched, and he tasted the rush of her climax. He felt incredibly powerful and insanely protective of her. None of it was going to help him if this didn’t work out, if she didn’t want to see him after all this was over. Did he want to date her? He didn’t know. His life was way too complicated at the moment. But none of that mattered now. He still had her at the moment, and he meant to enjoy every minute of it.
* * *
Mac had wanted Dane from the moment she’d questioned him on the deck of the cargo ship. The second he’d given her that smirk, she’d wanted to screw it off his face. And it had been better than she’d imagined. She guided him on top of her and then kissed him hard. The rugged planes of his chest against her curves fit perfectly. This man was made for her body. Those eyes were made to read her soul.
Their gazes locked as she reached down to push off his jeans and black boxer briefs. But he rose quickly off the bed and pulled them off himself, then came back to lay on top of her. He swore as she stroked her hand over his engorged dick. She loved that he was so hard for her.
She rolled him over and climbed on top of him before raining kisses down his jaw. As she ran her hands across his chest, she sucked on his nipple and then blew on it. When she did the same with the other nipple, he groaned. She loved that she had the power to make him lose control.
Her need for him was fierce, but more, it was primal. She needed him like she needed air to breathe. He was giving her sustenance. His strength, his determination, his stamina. He’d come through so much, and now he was giving her what she needed to keep going. Letting her take what she wanted with no expectation of anything else.
