Macey starts laughing.
“What’s funny?”
“Don’t Darcy and Elizabeth never even kiss inPride & Prejudice?”
“True. But we’re going to live out the modern-day fantasy. Which includes lots of hot sex.”
The moonlight casts a bright beam into the car, and I can see Macey’s eyes darken with lust. I’m so overwhelmed with need for her that I can’t speak right away. Yes, we made a promise when we were teenagers that we would sleep with other people, date whomever we wanted, and that we wouldn’t tie ourselves down with a relationship or anything at all, really.
And we both kept up our end of the bargain.
But whenever we’re together, I feel a pang in the recesses of my heart of what has always been true—Macey Henwood is the only woman who turns my world upside down.
She licks her lips and waits, watching me.
“So?” she says finally when I say nothing. “What are the new ideas you have for us?”
“Get in the back,” I say gruffly.
The windows are open, and the steamy Texas air is still well over ninety degrees, probably hitting close to a hundred. But the woman next to me is the reason I’m an inferno inside.
I follow her into the back seat of the truck and take her face in my hands.
“I’ve been looking forward to this all day long,” I tell her. “Being alone with my best friend.”
She bites her lip. “Logan.”
When I put my mouth over hers, she moans. Her hands go to my jacket, and she pulls it off of me. She tugs at my tie until it’s loose enough for me to drag it over my head. Next comes my dress shirt, and Macey immediately starts working on the buttons. As soon as my shirt opens, she pulls it off, and then her hands are all over me.
“Baby, shit.” I slide my tongue inside her mouth.
She runs her fingers over my ribcage and across the bruise I got from wrangling the steer the other morning, and I jump.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Macey sucks in a breath as she looks at my bare torso. “That’s a nasty bruise, Logan.”
I shush her and ghost kisses along her neck. “It’s fine. Keep touching me.”
She returns her hands to my stomach, taking care to avoid the bruised area. When she unbuckles my belt, I let out a low groan.
Then, I remember her attire.
“I should start undressing you now.” I pull back reluctantly. “It could take us all night just to do that.”
She turns around and shows me the buttons of her corset. “One at a time, and don’t you dare get impatient and pop any of them or Eloise will fucking kill me,” she warns me. “Seriously, Logan. Don’t do it.”
“I won’t pop a single freaking button,” I mutter as I start unhooking the first one and work my way down. “I want to. I want to tear this damn thing off of you in two seconds flat. But I won’t.”
Macey lets out a big exhale as I get past the buttons around her ribcage.
“Why in the hell did women wear these things?” I say. “You can’t fucking breathe.”
“It’s symbolic of how women were imprisoned,” Macey says darkly. “They couldn’t work. They couldn’t vote. Their dresses bound them up, too. Just like the rules of society did.”
I lean my chin on her shoulder and blow warm air onto her neck from behind. She shivers.
“You know I would never hold you back, right?” I say quietly.
“Yes,” she says immediately. “I know you wouldn’t do that, Logan.”
