Lowering his head to cradle against her neck, he prompted breathlessly, “Ask me my favorite thing.”
She smiled as her fingers danced down his back, slick with sweat, causing him to shiver against her. “What’s your favorite thing?”
“Coming inside you,” he answered. Then he groaned, “Sorta tied with making you come with my mouth.”
Cassidy chuckled. “Sorta?”
“Might need more research,” he chuckled back.
“I’ve always supported research,” she assured him.
Shifting, he moved off her, gently pulling her up with him. “Almost made you a permanent part of the porch.” As she laughed in surprise, he started to stand, bringing her up with him. She stumbled against him, light-headed.
“You good, Day?” he asked, concerned, holding her lightly. He tilted his head, grasping her chin to angle her face toward him.
Cassidy reassured him, blushing, “Sex dizzy, not dizzy-dizzy.”
Grasping the back of her head and pulling her tighter against him in a hug, he groaned, “Fuck, when you blush.”
Laughing against his neck, she said, “I don’t understand it.”
“Me neither, but it does something to my cock.” He kissed her hard on the top of the head and loosened his hold.
“What doesn’t?” she quipped.
She earned a smack on the ass.
At her squeak, he grinned. “Gonna love smacking your ass at will.”
Dancing away from him now, she held up a finger warning him to stay back. “At will?”
He gave her a wicked grin and a heated look, confirming, “At will.”
Damn, this man.
“Right now, though, I’m feeding us,” he said, although his gaze was roaming over her body and picking up on all of its clues, his expression a prideful, satisfied smirk.
“Can I borrow a shirt?” she asked, crossing her hands over her stomach, having a moment of inexplicable shyness; it was just who she was.
Mac’s lips twitched. “Almost out of clothes, the way you’re always borrowing them.”
With a raised brow and an upward tilt of her chin, she pointed out, “Who keeps tearing up my clothes?”
Mac ran a hand over his mouth to hide his smile. “‘Course, sweetheart.” He headed toward the door. “Would prefer you naked, though.” He held the door for her.
Cassidy slipped through and was startled when he once again slapped her on the ass. He chuckled at her response, wrapping his arms around her from behind as he shuffle-walked her into his bedroom, rubbing her posterior as a way to make amends as he nuzzled her neck.
More than amends, he set her on fire. Again. Holy shit.
But he released her and opened his drawer, withdrawing a T-shirt and handing it over. Before he released it, he ordered, “Bra off. Want those tits at my disposal the rest of the night.”
“So bossy,” she mumbled in a good-natured manner, but she acquiesced. After all, it was to her benefit, what he did to her. Once the item was discarded, accompanied by a sigh of appreciation and longing from him, he let her have the shirt.
She assisted Mac in making a well-seasoned lemon chicken and rice, sharing a bottle of beer as they cooked. He dressed for dinner in sweatpants cut-offs, but considering she wasn’t wearing underwear beneath the T-shirt, they were well-matched.
“You’re a good cook,” she commented.
Mac beamed at the compliment.