He sealed his lips to hers in a heated kiss while he quickened his pace.
Mack came apart in his arms—panting and groaning, rippling around his shaft for so long that he came with her.
They lay spent in each other’s arms for a short while before Dean withdrew from her body. He turned her over, and after placing a gentle kiss to her lips, pulled her against his body as he rested his chin on the top of her head.
“I wish we could stay in bed all day,” Mack murmured. Her body felt heavy from the contentment she felt.
Dean smiled. “I do too. But I guess Lucas is going to be awake soon so we need to make a move.”
Mack was the first to pull away. “I’ll shower and dress so at least one of us is decent when he wakes up.” She reluctantly climbed from the bed.
“I’ll just admire the view.” He grinned, watching her walk buck-naked into the bathroom. He groaned when he realized he was hard as hell again.
He gave a sigh of relief as she disappeared from sight, but his relief was short-lived as the shower went on and he had a front row view of Mack as she took a shower. The sexy minx had left the door to the bathroom open!
Hell! There was no sign of his erection subsiding anytime soon with the show
she was putting on. He watched her slide the sponge over her sexy curves, her breasts, and then . . . he closed his eyes before he jumped out of bed to join her.
Mack towel-dried in the bathroom before she walked back into the bedroom to dress. She stopped short when she met Dean’s heavy-lidded eyes.
“You’re wicked. Look what you’ve done to me!” He lifted the duvet from the top of his hips to show Mack how affected by her he was.
With a lick of her lips, she looked up at the clock and realized Lucas would be up any minute. “Lucas is about to get up, but all I want to do is wrap my mouth around you.” She gave him a wicked grin.
Dean arched off the bed. “I’m going to have a very cold shower. Please be dressed by the time I get out.”
“I’ll start breakfast.” She grinned and watched Dean climb out of bed. He was so ready for action!
“Even better.” He walked past her with a swat on her bottom.
Downstairs Mack was cooking bacon, sausage, eggs, and biscuits for breakfast. She whistled away, feeling like her life was perfect for the first time in a long time. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this way before. She knew then that she had fallen for Dean Evans. He always seemed to know the right thing to say, or what she needed, without her having to say anything. He was good on the eyes as well, which was an added bonus, and when naked . . . Oh boy!
Thomas walked through the kitchen door, which pulled Mack from her thoughts of a very naked Dean. “Morning, Mack,” he said, but not with his usual flare.
Mack looked more closely at him and noticed how pale he was. “Thomas, are you all right?” She walked over to hug him. “Come, sit down, and tell me what’s wrong. You don’t look well. Do you need to go to the doctor?”
“It’s not that, Mack,” Thomas explained, just as Dean came down the stairs.
“Morning, Thomas.” Then he saw Mack’s concerned expression. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s been a very long time since anyone was worried about me. But I’m not sick, just a bit of a shock, I guess.”
Thomas looked at Mack. “I found this last night, right where you said it would be.” He took the photograph of Rose and Jacob out of his pocket. He handed it to Mack, his hands unsteady. She took hold of the photograph and placed it face down on the table, sitting down next to him, she took hold of his hands and just held them.
“Thank you, Thomas.”
“Look at it, Mack, and read what she wrote to me.” He had tears in his eyes.
“Auntie Mack, I’m up,” Lucas shouted as he came bouncing into the kitchen. “Thomas . . . Dean . . . you’re both here . . . really early.” He pulled up short.
Not knowing what to say, Dean placed one of his hands on Mack’s shoulder. He just needed to touch her. “I’ll go distract him while you talk to Thomas,” he whispered. He was curious about the photograph, but right now, distracting Lucas was the priority.
Mack turned to look up at Dean. She took hold of his hand and pressed a quick kiss to his palm before letting go. “Thank you.”
She watched Dean and Lucas retreat to the living room, no doubt to play some more Super Mario Brothers, which they were both addicted to.
She turned her attention back to Thomas and reached out to pick the photograph up. Turning it over, she took her first look at Rose.