See you both in the morning.
The man was too smart not to know exactly why they were spending the night together. Mac bit her lip nervously.
“What’s he going to think about you staying here with me?”
Coop shoved his phone back into his pocket and locked his eyes with hers. “This isn’t about Trevor. Or anyone else, for that matter.” Raising his hand to the side of her head, he raked his fingers through the damp strands before gently grasping the back of her neck. “This is about you and me.” He brushed her lips with his. “The only thing that matters is whatwethink.” Another barely-there kiss. “What wewant.”
It seemed obvious, but Mac still had to ask. “And what is it you want, Sean?”
“You, baby.” He didn’t hesitate to answer before pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. “I only want you.”
He took control of her mouth, his lips pressing against hers in a deliciously controlling kiss. As she opened up for him, allowing him to probe deeper, Mac stopped fighting the ghosts from her past and gave herself over to the warmth and safety of his embrace.
Her eyes were closed, so she didn’t know he’d reached for the knot between her breasts until she felt him release it. Coop let the thick terrycloth drop to the floor as he picked her up and carried her naked to the nearest bed.
Was he right? Was it possible for someone like her to move on from the mess she’d made of her life? To have a meaningful relationship with someone and enjoy life like a normal person?
To be happy.
As Coop began making slow, sweet love to her, Mac began to believe for the first time since that fateful day that maybe, just maybe she could.
