She breathed out a sigh, and he was gone. He’d dreamed of that sigh. Had gotten off to it more times than he could count. And for years, he’d longed to hear it again.
He tightened the hand around her neck, holding her captive for his mouth, while he slid the other around and cupped her ass, tugging her up against him. He groaned when her body came in contact with his shaft, needing the pressure. Desperate to relieve the ache by sliding into the sweet heaven between her legs.
He swept his tongue into her mouth, inhaling her moan. Sucking it right into himself so he’d have it forever. She tasted like peaches and home, and he never ever wanted to leave this nirvana.
If he didn’t live another day, he’d die a happy man right then and there with Kenna wrapped up in his arms, her lips under his and her moans a symphony in his ears.
Azombie had more energy than Mac did, even after two cups of coffee. She’d slept like shit last night, lying awake until three in the morning, her mind whirring over what had happened at Hudson’s. And then when she’d finally fallen asleep, her dreams had been plagued by the same thing.
His lips on hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, and his cock, so hot and hard, pressing against her belly. His hand on her ass, tugging her closer. Rocking into her, insistent and needy… She’d wanted nothing more than to strip right there in his kitchen, hop up on the counter, and hold him prisoner with her legs.
Her phone rang from its perch next to her on the couch, Will’s picture flashing on the screen. Well, this would be interesting. Mac hadn’t kept a secret from her sister in…well, ever. But she sure as hell wasn’t going to tell Willow what had happened yesterday, lest she get any grand ideas of a romantic reunion. “Hello?”
“Hey, so I know we already decided on the bouquets for the wedding, but what’re your thoughts on peonies instead of hydrangeas? I think it might—”
“I kissed Hud.” Mac sank back into the couch cushions and slapped a hand to her forehead. Andthatwas exactly why she didn’t keep secrets from her sister. Shecouldn’t. They just spilled forth like water from a breaking dam.
Silence swept over the line for long moments. Then Will said, “Pardon me?”
“Dammit, I wasn’t gonna tell you that.”
“I see that worked out real well for you. Now, spill.”
Mac rested her head against the back cushions and blew out a deep breath. “Yesterday. While we were supposed to be bakin’ pies. We kissed.”
“You…kissed.”
“Fine, so we made out for a solid fifteen minutes, and he definitely got to second base, and I’m three-thousand-percent certain we would’ve had sex right there on the kitchen floor if Caleb hadn’t walked in. This is bad, Will. Really fucking bad.”
“What did y’all do when he walked in?”
“Jerked away from each other like a couple of teenagers getting caught by their parents. And then I made up a lame excuse and ran.”
So that was what she was now—an almost twenty-eight-year-old runner. A scaredy-cat who was too afraid of the what-ifs and unknowns to venture down that path with Hudson again. She had enough failures under her belt, thank you very much. She certainly didn’t need to add this one to the list.
“Well.” Willow cleared her throat. “Hmmm.”
“What’s the hum for?”
“Nothing!” Will said too fast. “Nothing. Um…”
“Just say it. You know you will. Might as well do it now and get it done with.”
“I’m gonna ask a question, and I want you to really think about it before you go blurtin’ out an answer, all right?”
Mac rolled her eyes but didn’t respond. She wasn’t going to agree to anything. Not before she knew exactly what her sister was up to.
“Would it really be so bad?” Will asked.
“What? Kissin’ him? Sleepin’ with him? No, I’m pretty sure it’d be amazin’ and would ruin me for all other men. Again.”
“Then I don’t see the problem.”
Mac released a frustrated growl. “I know you’re not this dense, Will. He’sleavin’. We’ve got less than three weeks, and then he’ll be off to—shit, I don’t even know where he’s supposed to be next. Or when his next deployment is. Or how long he’s plannin’ to stay in the army. Or how long he’ll be away from Havenbrook.”
“Maybe those are things y’all should talk about.”
Probably. Except, no. She couldn’t do that. The truth was, she was scared to death of the answers—whatever they may be. What if his answer wasn’t what she hoped it’d be? What if itwas,but she still managed to screw it up? No, she’d definitely rather bury her head in the sand and go on in blissful ignorance than have a mature, adult conversation about this stuff.
