He lifted her chemise over her head, adding it to the pile of clothing on the chaise.
Mac let out an animalistic groan at the sight in front of him. She was bare from the waist up, her smooth brown skin on display, her perfect breasts begging for his touch.
Letty stepped back, her fingers tugging at the waist of her drawers.
“Take them off.” Mac couldn’t help the command in his voice as the light from the fireplace danced on her skin.
He pulled his own shirt over his head, enjoying how her eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest. He was rather proud of his body. Years of manual labor at the print shop, and bareknuckle boxing with his brother and Richmore had enhanced Mac’s physical appearance greatly.
Swallowing, she slid her drawers down long legs, revealing thighs and calves toned from her enjoyment of riding.
Unable to stand the space between them a second longer, Mac reached her in one stride, lifting her off the floor and crashing his mouth to hers. He groaned in pure bliss as her taste erupted on his tongue.
Striding over to the large brass bed, Mac laid her down, unable to tear his lips away from hers. If he had his choice, he would kiss her for all eternity.
“You have on too many clothes,” she panted against his lips.
Standing, Mac made quick work of removing his boots and trousers. Her fingers reached out and traced the hard planes of his abdomen, and he thought that he would complete himself right there on the side of the bed.
Taking her hand, he crawled in beside her, covering her much smaller body with his. She shivered slightly as his mouth found hers in a slow sensual kiss. Small hands traveled up and down his back, torturing his aching cock. Mac was unbelievably hard but knew she was an innocent. He couldn’t claim her like she was an experienced woman.
Nor did he want to.
What he wanted was to treasure and worship her for a lifetime.
Staring into her eyes, he twirled a lose curl around his finger. “Never leave me again,” he said, unable to hide the pain he’d felt for the last twenty-four hours.
“To be fair, I only left you for one day.” She gave him a breathtaking smile, mending his heart.
“It felt like an eternity without you,” he admitted, not caring how vulnerable it made him.
It had been the longest day of his life, thinking she would never forgive him, trying to figure out how he was going to survive without her. Now he would never have to fathom it; she was going to be his forever.
“I love you,” he whispered, wanting to say it as often as he possible.
She pulled him to her, taking control of his mouth. He allowed her the freedom to devour him, her fingers entwined in his hair while his hands memorized every inch of her.
Mac kissed down her neck to the swell of her breasts then trailed his hand up her long leg. Every part of her felt like the finest silk he had ever touched, and he wanted to wrap her around him forever.
Savoring one breast and then the other, Mac teased her nipple with the tip of his tongue, eliciting a needy whimper from her lips.
Fuck, he had never heard anything more sinful in all his life.
His finger teased her wet core, his cock pulsing in jealousy. If he didn’t take her soon, he was sure to spill all over his bedding.
“God, Mac!” she cried, her back arching, fingers pulling at his hair.
Her wetness coated his finger, and he so desperately wanted it to be his tongue.
“I’ve thought of nothing but tasting you again.” He kissed a trail from her breast down to the apex of her thighs, where he was greeted by a thick thatch of dark curls.
Without hesitation or thought, he buried his face in her sex, loving the quiver in her thighs as they grazed against his cheeks.
Lifting her bottom, he chuckled darkly at her squeal of surprise as he pulled her to him, devouring her sweet little honey pot. Her essence on his tongue sent him into delirium as he entered her tight hole with his tongue.
“Oh!” She shook her head from side to side, pulling painfully at his hair.
He savored every damn sound, every shiver. She was his, and he was hers, now and forever.
