Mac cuts me off with another kiss, this time walking me backward. Fuck, it’s been a while, but the chemistry between us has reached a fever point, and neither of us is willing to ignore it any longer.
My ass hits the bed, and she pulls away once more. “Sorry, I’m not trying to be presumptuous…”
“Presume. Presume away,” I say, pulling her shirt from her waistband. Her broad smile crinkles her eyes, and I raise my fingers to her thick hair.
“You’re so pretty,” she whispers, kissing my forehead. “Even if you weren’t, you are so fucking beautiful. Being around you makes me feel grounded in a way I have never felt before.” She emphasizes this with another kiss.
Dizzy from the switch, I answer, “Being around you has made me feel like I’m flying.”
“Even when I was a raging bitch?” Mac asks, nipping at my nose.
“Okay, maybe not then. But you’ve reminded me of playing around on the guitar and singing with my dad. I didn’t think I could love it as much as I did with him, but I do. I really, really do.”
She nods, then goes quiet, her intense gaze on my mouth…everything. We kiss again, and I raise my leg, rounding her hip, pushing us closer together, beyond wet.
“If I’m moving too fast…”
I cut her off with a shake of my head. “Not too fast. I would’ve done this with you the first night if you hadn’t gone and had a whole brain event,” I say between kisses.
She chuckles. “Yeah, but that would’ve been a one-night stand. I like this better.”
I pull back, looking into her eyes. “You do?”
She bites her lip and then reaches for my hand. “Yeah. I know this is a temporary arrangement, but I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better while I’m here.”
I ache at the thought of this being temporary, but that’s probably all I can handle anyway. The flush hits my cheeks, and Mac laughs, meaning she can see how hot and bothered I am.
“I hope it’s okay for me to say that to you,” she says, thumbing my traitorous cheek.
“I want to get to know you better too.”
She tugs at my shirt, and I raise my hands above my head. It’s a little awkward with her balance issues, but she manages to get it off and bury her face in my boobs.
“Been wanting to do that for a while, haven’t you?” I ask, cracking up as I let my fingers skim through her hair.
“You have no idea,” she moans, her voice muffled by my tits.
She finally pulls away and makes quick, if unsteady, work of her shirt. The tattoos should be more of a surprise, but her sporty, muscled body has my eyes nearly popping out of my head.
“What kind of exercises does that therapist have you doing?”
“I’ll have you know I had this routine goingbeforeI had a series of mini-strokes.”
“Fine, but now I don’t know if I want to get undressed in front of you.”
Mac raises her brows. “Don’t you fucking dare say that about yourself. I want to see every inch of you,” she says, fingering my bra.
“Alright, but just so you know, I enjoy beer and wings, and running around the doctor’s office counts as my workout.”
“Sounds like a healthy lifestyle to me,” she jokes, her eyes crinkling again.
Damn, that’s sexy. I surge forward and take her lips in another kiss. I nearly rip out one of my earrings while removing my bra, and she almost falls when she steps out of her jeans, but soon enough, we’re down to our underwear. Mine, pink and lacy, hers, white and sporty.
Her hand comes to my belly and lust fills her eyes.
“You are so goddamn sensual.” Her eyes are reverent in their appreciation of my body, and I know she’s not just trying to be nice. “Everything about you is soft and curvy, authentic.”
Wrapping her hand around the back of my neck, she pulls me in for another round of making out. I may blush at the compliments, but her kisses and romantic words peak my nipples, and there’s no hiding how turned on I am.
