Mac tipped her head back to give him better access while her hands began pulling at the hem of his black V-neck. At the same time, she spread her legs wider, allowing him to settle between them even better than before.
Coop ground his restrained erection against her core, causing them both to moan from the delectable friction. He reached down, his hand sliding under her dress and up the length of her bare thigh.
She shivered beneath him, and he loved knowing she was as affected by his touch as much as he was hers.
“I need you, Coop. Please.”
I know the feeling, sweetheart.
“I’ll take care of you, baby.” He nipped the sensitive skin at the pulse point on her neck. “I’ll always take care of you.”
Mac gasped. Her head tipped back even further, her hips thrusting against his as her body searched for the relief she knew he could give.
Coop continued his hand’s upward journey, stopping when he felt the smooth silk of her panties. Using his middle finger, he lifted the lacy edge, moaning when he touched her bare skin there.
Sliding the digit beneath the fabric, he moved toward the spot he knew was already hot and wet. It was all for him, and he couldn’t wait to—
There was a knock at the door, followed by Trevor’s annoyed voice. “Have the bullets stopped flying, or do I need to throw on a vest?”
Shit.
Coop froze, his eyes shooting to Mac’s. He’d completely forgotten they were in the other man’s room.
“We should probably answer him,” she whispered softly, breaking through his thoughts.
With a muttered curse, Coop stood, pulling her to her feet as he went. He gave her a few seconds to smooth the front of her dress and run her fingers through her hair before responding.
“Don’t worry,” he hollered to the closed door. “You’re safe.”
And a total cock-blocker.
“About damn time.” Trevor entered the room. “You two kiss and make up yet?”
Their teammate stopped short as he took in their appearance. Coop knew exactly what the other man was seeing.
Mac’s skin was flushed with arousal, her lips swollen and red from his kisses. Her hair was still in a bit of disarray, and he was sporting more wood than a goddamn lumberyard. Not that he gave a shit.
Trevor’s gaze slid from them to the rumpled bed and back again. “Never mind. Forget I asked.” He came further into the room. “Pizza will be here in five. I know you both said you weren’t hungry, but I figured that would change after you hashed everything out, so I ordered enough for all of us.
Coop was hungry, all right. For something a lot more satisfying than pizza.
“Thanks, Trevor.” Mac offered their friend a smile. “That was thoughtful.”
Clearing his throat, Coop nodded. “Yeah, thanks, man.”
“I take it we’re all good, now?”
“We’re good,” Coop and Mac answered Trevor in unison.
The former Delta Force operator studied them a second longer. “You know, I think I liked it better when you two were fighting.”
Coop grinned as someone knocked on the door. Trevor looked through the peephole and back to them.
“That’s a first.” He turned and looked at them. “Pizza’s early.”
For the next hour, the three sat around Trevor’s room, eating and talking through what their next step would be. Mac reminded them of her lunch date with the lawyer to sign papers and get the keys to her uncle’s estate.
Her plan was to get the keys and go straight to the house. Her thought was whoever was behind it would most likely be watching her every move.
