He puts an arm back, stroking along my thigh.
“We have to find a way to make her stay.”
Mack is silent for a long moment. “We will.”
I curl into his back, breathing in his scent. “I love you, Mack. Devon.”
There’s a long hesitation. “Yeah, we do, too.”
My body aches, a good ache, but I’m tired, and when I close my eyes, it’s easy to fall into my distracting thoughts, but Mack, who always saves me, rolls, and I curl up against his chest.
“We’ll figure it out. How to make her stay and anything else that comes up.”
With those words, I relax for the first time in days.
Chapter 26
Sofia
Ilay in Mack’s warm embrace, not quite awake and not quite asleep. I shift and throw my thigh over his hip and press my face against his chest. His big hand strokes up and down my back in a way that is both soothing and arousing.
“So, building things just felt right. It’s what Dad did, and Mum worked the business with them.”
I hum and turn my face into his side, nuzzling his chest as I start to wake up.
“I do love it, though,” Mack says. “Plus, I get to work on lots of different projects, and I get to help people out. I think that’s the best part for me.”
He slides one of those magic hands down my spine and pulls me close for a minute before letting me go.
“We all need to go back to work tomorrow, though.”
I let out a hiss and bite his nipple.
“I’m not going to melt if you aren’t around,” I say, pulling myself out of my sleepy state. “But I will miss you.”
“I know that; I just hate to leave you alone after your heat,” Mack says as his hand drifts possessively over my ass.
“It’s biological; I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not my first heat.”
Mack huffs. “I know that; I just want to take care of you.”
I roll onto his body and drag myself up his chest until I can brush my nose across his. “You are taking care of me.”
“There’s always a little bit more we can do, though.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he murmurs, pressing little kisses to my face. “Massage. I could force Elijah to bake you a cake. Take you shopping. Anything you want.”
“I’m more relaxed than I’ve ever been. I don’t need a cake or clothes. But I do need to go get my puppy.”
Mack sits us up and kisses the curve of my breast. “I have to share you with the world, then?” He pulls an adorably sad face that makes me laugh.
“Yeah, just a little bit.”
He rolls us, slamming me to the mattress. “I don’t want to share you,” he pouts.
I giggle as he attacks my neck, kissing and sucking.
