"You feel so fucking good," Mac breathed against her neck. "So perfect."
Her hands roamed his back, his shoulders, her nails digging in hard enough to sting. Mac shifted his angle slightly and hit somewhere that made her cry out, her whole body arching beneath him.
"There?" Mac asked, doing it again, watching her face.
"Don't stop," she gasped, her eyes meeting his. "Please don't stop."
Mac thrust harder, deeper, and felt Rachel rise to meet him, her hips lifting to take him as deep as possible. The sound ofskin slapping against skin filled the room, along with their ragged breathing and her increasingly desperate moans. All sounds Mac wanted to memorize, to replay in his mind forever.
When her second orgasm hit, Mac felt it, the way her entire body tensed and then shook, the way she cried out his name, the way her pussy clenched around his cock so tight it sent him over the edge. He came with a groan, his body shuddering against hers, everything narrowing to just this: Rachel, warm and gasping beneath him.
Mac rolled to the side, pulling her with him so she sprawled across his chest, their legs still tangled together, both of them breathing hard, skin slick with sweat.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Rachel buried her face against his neck, half-amazed at herself, half-mortified now that the haze of desire was clearing.
"Hey," Mac said softly, tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. "Don't hide from me now."
"I just—" Rachel bit her lip. "I've never been like that before."
"Like what?"
"So... uninhibited." Her cheeks flushed. "I don't know what came over me."
Mac's expression softened. "You were perfect. You are perfect." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And for the record, I liked seeing you let loose."
Rachel smiled despite her embarrassment, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips. "Stay. Tonight. Stay with me."
She hesitated, and Mac saw the fear flicker across her face.
But then she nodded, settling back against his chest. "Okay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She didn't look away, didn't flinch. "I'll stay."
Mac tugged the covers over both of them and pulled heragainst him. For a moment, the quiet felt like its own kind of safety.
Then he surprised himself, “Come with me to Cole and Ellie’s wedding.”
Rachel lifted her head. “What?”
“May fifteenth.” His thumb traced a slow circle on her shoulder. “Come with me. As my date.”
“Mac—”
“I know.” He cut her off gently. “But I want you there. I want you beside me for the important things.” He met her eyes. “I want people to know you’re with me.”
She inhaled sharply. A wedding.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”
He kissed her, slow and certain. “Please.”
“O-okay,” she whispered, barely audible.
“I’m taking that as a yes.”
