He tasted of whiskey and passion—the most delicious combination to ever pass over her tongue. Speaking of tongues…
Mac grabbed hold of his shoulders as she opened her mouth, her tongue moving with his in a hot, seductive dance. With her fingertips digging into his taut muscles, she drew him in deeper. Wilder.
It was only a kiss, yet the connection was more powerful, more meaningful than anything she’d ever experienced.
For several seconds—or minutes, maybe—they stood like that. Taking. Tasting. Devouring. Until, much too soon, Coop slowly pulled away. Breaking that connection completely.
His panted breaths matched hers as Mac stared up at him in a heavy daze. Her mind became a whirlwind of thoughts, her insides a collage of strong emotions.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’d be lying.” Coop kept his palm against her cheek.
“I’m not sorry, either,” she admitted boldly.
The corners of his lips curled, his thumb sliding over her bottom lip like before. With his voice sounding thick and rough, he said, “I should probably go.”
“Yes.” Mac barely nodded. “You probably should.”
Coop fought to keep the half-smile in place, but she saw the disappointment behind those swirls of greens and browns. With a single nod, he rolled his lips inward and started for the door.
As he passed by her, Mac’s hand flew out and caught his thick wrist. “Wait.”
Coop stopped walking, his gaze dropping to the tight grip she had on him before raising up to hers. He didn’t say a word. Just stared.
In the back of her mind, she knew this was a bad idea. One she’d probably regret. But knowing this may be the only chance they’d have, Mac heard herself saying, “Stay. Please.”
That heat returned ten-fold as Coop reached an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. Her breath hitched. She could feel his erection pressing against her lower belly, causing her inner muscles to clench together in anticipation.
“Ah, baby.” He smiled down at her. “You don’t ever have to beg me for that.”
