She narrowed her eyes. “Normally?”
“Mmm.” He reached out and pulled her to him.
As soon as her body became flush with his, it didn’t matter that his odd comment made it sound like he had more intimate knowledge of her sleep habits beyond this night. His particular smirk told her he knew it, too. But she didn’t care as she lifted her thigh to caress his, inviting, as she pressed her breasts against his chest and lifted her mouth toward his.
Groaning appreciatively, his lips against hers, he checked, “You good?”
“Yes,” she answered. “Just… please.” It didn’t matter; she needed him. Any momentary tenderness was worth it. He’d turned her into a sex fiend. She couldn’t remember needing sex this much before.
And she refused to think about whatbeforemeant when he devoured her mouth, hooked her knee with his elbow. After taking the time to cover himself with a condom, he pushed into her, pumping deeply and vigorously without mercy. She didn’t want mercy; she wanted what he gave her—what he somehow always knew she needed—as she clung to him, her cries echoing in the room.
When he had her on the verge, he withdrew, causing her to protest in panic.
With a devilish chuckle, he turned her onto her side and hooked her leg again. “You think I’d leave you wanting?” And he thrust in, deeper than he’d been before. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed her approval. Grasping her hair, he pulled her head up. “Wanna hear you, Day. That praise is mine.”
“Yes,” she panted.
“You like how I fuck you.” It was a statement, his hand at her abdomen, pressing in as he thrust powerfully.
With a high-pitched sound, she gasped out, “Yes.”
“I’ve fucking ruined you.” Another fact. Stated proudly.
Cassidy bit her lower lip. Yes. Yes, he had. She didn’t even know if she agreed out loud or in her head. But there was no way any other man could do for her what Mac was doing. She arched backward toward him, feeling herself about to splinter, feeling him fill her more, his cock ready to explode.
He found the sensitive spot beneath her ear and scraped his teeth over it, biting lightly. She trembled beneath him with a cry, her body contracting as she fractured. He pulled her head farther back, ramming into her harder, sucking harder as she rebelled against the mattress, attempting to become a part of him, needing him to obliterate her.
“Fuck yes, Day,” he groaned into her ear as she shook beneath him, her fingers digging into the sheets, begging sobs falling from her.
Cassidy fell apart; every piece of her shuttled off the earth in a blinding light, suspended there for a moment in ecstatic weightlessness, and then zapped back to herself, whole, every nerve on fire. She screamed his name, shocked by the sound of her voice, the need, the desperation, and yes, the devotion in it.
He called out after her, grasping her hips and barreling into her with a ferocity that had her crying out a second time in surprise as she came again. He collapsed against her, hand rising to her breast as though the entire exercise had been for the opportunity to claim it.
After a couple of minutes of heavy breathing, the sweat from the both of them making them slippery, a tentative whine broke their post-coital fugue.
Cassidy sucked in a breath, shoving an elbow back against Mac. “No! Not again!”
A rumble in his chest reverberated through her before he lifted his head and looked in the direction of Fred, who was sitting by the door, eyeing them with confused concern. “Okay, now I think he’s beginning to catch on.”
She buried her face in the pillow. “This is so wrong.”
Shifting off her with a light laugh, he slapped her bottom. “Not wrong, Day.” He pressed his lips between her shoulder blades before he left the bed. As he walked toward the bathroom, he asked over his shoulder, “Got enough for a meal?”
Cassidy rolled onto her other side to watch him disappear into the bathroom. “I have coffee.”
“I said a fucking meal,” he groused.
Biting her lower lip, she said with less conviction, “Sure I do.”
She heard the water running. She braved a glance at her dog, who was also looking toward the bathroom, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted—that reaction to Mac she understood.
When Mac appeared in the doorway again, he looked at her skeptically.
Cassidy smiled.
He grunted a “huh” as he headed toward the door of the bedroom. “Better find something other than dog biscuits. I’m starving.”
Cassidy called after him, “I’ll be out to help after I shower.”