He grinned back at her. “No, I didn’t. Man doesn’t forget a thing like that.” Reaching around her with his right hand, he grasped her right thigh. “Ready to ride?”
“Jesus, Mac,” she gasped even as he twisted her around to face forward, straddling him backward.
“Going to destroy you tonight,” he informed her, removing himself from his sweatpants. He physically lifted her to line himself up, then pulled her back onto him, causing her to shudder and cry out. Kissing the back of her head, he assured her, “We’ll commence relationship talk after I’ve bounced you on my cock and made you scream a little more.”
Cassidy grabbed the table, awash in sensation and emotion, which included the realization that when she thought about this moment in years to come—whether she and Mac survived together or not—she’d remember staring at a plate of chicken and rice when he’d first referenced their relationship.
Not soon after, though, the plate was sent flying off the other side, crashing to the floor, and it wasn’t out of anger. And he did make her scream.
Afterward, he helped her to her feet. She ducked into the bathroom, but on her return, he jerked his head toward the porch. “Head on out.”
Cassidy frowned. “I should clean up my mess.”
He grasped her chin and kissed her. “I got this. Go on.”
“Should I go get Fred?”
“We’ll get him in a bit; go on out. Not finished with you yet.”
Heat licked through her, overpowering the feeling of being overwhelmed, grateful, and more than a little tired. Biting her lower lip to keep from grinning, she headed toward the door.
“Shirt off.”
At the door, she paused. “What?”
“It’s almost dark,” he pointed out, eyes full of heated appreciation. “Want you naked for the rest of the night.”
Cassidy surveyed the gathering dusk, uncertain.
“And I want you in the hammock.”
“That’s very… specific,” she pointed out.
Mac grinned. “You naked in my hammock has been a fantasy for a while now.”
There wasn’t a more amazing feeling than a man admiring her physical form…thisman. Especially after he’d found fault with it initially, and knowing she could arouse him endlessly—just by being herself—was powerful. Her blush was out of her control. “Okay.”
He groaned as he ripped towels off the rack. “Fuuuuck.”
With a small laugh, she pushed through the screen door.
He called after her, “This’ll be the fastest fucking clean-up in history.”
Her heart leaped as she peeked into the cabin at the man putting pieces of a broken plate into the trash can. No, she never could have predicted this, but she did love him. And she was relieved that she could think it—feel it, say it—with no worry.
Turning away, she contemplated the lake from her vantage point. His cabin did have a spectacular view.
“The fuck, Day?” Mac asked, disappointment and humor twisted in his tone as he came through the screen door. “Still dressed and standing.”
Cassidy turned and forced a smile.
Mac paused, frowning. “That couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes. What have you worked yourself up to already?” He reached for her, and she stepped away toward the railing with a small shrug, causing his brows to draw together.
“I just…” Gnawing at her bottom lip, she hesitated a moment before she asked, “What about the other women?”
His brow popped up. “Other women?”
Cassidy shrugged. “From the bar, from the gas stations, from wherever you find them. And they’ll keep finding you. And you’ll…” She shrugged again, looking away, “be you.”