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Coop reached down and swung Mac into his arms, the unexpected move causing her to let loose with a tiny squeal. He knew she could probably feel his rock-solid shaft pressing against her hip, but he didn’t care. She needed to know what she was signing up for.
Mac wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly.
As he carried her down the hall, he felt as though his heart would pound straight out of his fucking chest. He’d come here to talk some sense into her. To try to find a way to get through that thick skull of hers.
Not sleep with her.
Of course, no one had ever accused him of looking a gift horse in the mouth.
Though he’d never been here before, Coop instinctively knew the door directly in front of them—the one at the very end of the hall—would lead to her bedroom.
Using his shoulder, he pushed it open to reveal his hunch was correct. He smiled when he saw the bright, colorful space.
It was the exact opposite of the hard-ass operative he worked with on deadly missions. Yet, somehow, it seemed to suit her perfectly.
“Why are you smiling?” Mac’s sweet voice brought his attention back to her.
He walked into the room, carefully setting her on her feet beside the bed.
“I’ve dreamed about this happening since the day we met. Why wouldn’t I be smiling?”
A hint of vulnerability flashed through her. “You’ve…dreamed about me?”
“I dream about you damn near every night.” He brushed a few strands of her long, blonde hair from her forehead. “I dream about the way I’d touch you. Things I’ve wanted to do to you.”
Mac’s blue eyes grew dark, her pupils expanding with pure arousal. She’d never looked at him like that before. God, he’d wanted her to. Spent the last seven years hoping and praying this moment would come.
And you’re just standing here, wasting it when you could be undressing her.
He reached for the button resting at the top of her enticing cleavage. “As much as I love these pajamas”—he popped the button open—“I’d love to see what’s underneath even more.”
Before he could undo the second button, Mac’s hands were there. Slowly, as though she wanted to savor the moment every bit as much as he did, she began releasing the rest.
One by one, she kept her eyes on his until the last of the buttons were pulled free. Without a word, she reached up and pushed the top apart, letting it fall to the floor in a smooth, shiny pile.
Coop lost his ability to breathe.
He couldn’t count the number of times he’d fantasized seeing her breasts. Had imagined what they’d look like without her tight t-shirts and bulletproof vest.
A few weeks ago while they were at a fundraiser gala, he’d gotten the closest he’d ever come when she’d showed up wearing a short, black dress that showed more than a little cleavage.
Though he sure as fuck would never admit it to her—or anyone else—Coop had since used the memory of Mac in that sequined dress and those fuck-me heels to get himself off on more than a few occasions.
He’d imagined himself unzipping the dress slowly before slipping the thin, spaghetti straps from her delicate shoulders to reveal the most perfect breasts imaginable.
Looking at her now, Coop realized fantasy had nothing on the real thing.
He reached up, cupping each of the perfect globes in both hands. Mac closed her eyes and moaned, her fingers sliding up to his biceps. Using his thumbs, he flicked her rose-colored nipples, causing her to gasp.
Mac’s fingertips dug into his arms before reaching down to the hem of his shirt. Wanting nothing more than to feel her hands on his skin, Coop released her breasts to pull it up and over his head.
Moving in closer, Mac ran her fingers over his collar bones. That first touch was electric, his muscles tightening beneath her fingers. She took her time, brushing them across his chest, her thumbs flicking across his nipples the same way he’d done to her.
Rather than continue her journey downward, Coop damn near swallowed his own tongue when she leaned in and licked one. His sudden intake of air encouraged her to do the same to the other side.
He felt the slight scoring of teeth, the pressure releasing a deep moan he didn’t even try to hold in. She smiled against his chest.
