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Then Mac rolled her over. One moment she was on top of him. The next she was flat on her back with Mac over her, one knee between hers. His mouth moved from hers to her throat.

“I thought this was about letting me take care of you,” she whispered.

“It was.” His tongue brushed over the sensitive skin below her ear.

Jodie shivered. “Was?”

“Yes. And you did take care of me.” Mac kissed lower. “So now I’m taking care of you.”

Then his mouth closed around her nipple and she gasped.

Oh, God.

Mac sucked gently, then harder, his tongue circling before moving to the other breast. Jodie’s hands went into his hair. He knew her body well enough now to know that biting lightly along the side of her breast made her hips lift.

When his hand slid between her legs over her jeans, she pressed into his palm before she could stop herself.

Mac lifted his head. “You’re soaked through your jeans.”

Jodie’s face heated. “So?”

His slow smile made her toes curl. “Nothing. Just appreciating the situation.”

He unbuttoned her jeans. Jodie lifted her hips and helped him drag them and her panties down together. Cool air touched her overheated skin and she shivered.

Mac watched, the tenderness disappearing from his expression. Hunger replaced it.

Jodie swallowed.

Oh, yes.

His hand came back between her thighs. She was already so sensitive from pleasuring him that the first brush of his fingers across her clit nearly made her come off the sleeping bag. Jodie clapped a hand over her mouth.

Mac’s eyes flashed. “Quiet,” he whispered. His grin was pure revenge.

She glared at him.

Then his fingers moved again and she stopped caring.

Mac stroked her slowly at first, spreading her wetness, circling her clit until Jodie’s legs opened wider.

“More.”

His gaze lifted to hers. She understood immediately. He wasn’t going to guess. He was going to make her tell him exactly what she wanted.

“Harder,” she whispered. Mac increased the pressure.

“Yes. Just like that. Now I need you inside me.”

He slid a finger inside her.

Jodie sucked in a breath. Another finger joined the first. Then he curled them exactly where she needed them while his thumb kept working her clit. Her thighs tightened around his wrist.

“Mac.”

“Just like that?” he breathed.

“Yes.”