She glanced up; those apple cheeks of hers still a beacon, and then buried her face in his neck.
For fuck’s sake.
Her breath, soft and quick against him didn’t do anything for his state of arousal. He tried to distract himself by taking in the room—the room she’d shared with herhusband—the man she so desperately loved and missed, she couldn’t even sleep in the bed anymore without him.
It was an interior room, with no windows except for the skylight. Blinds were built into the glass so unwanted daylight could be shut out. At the moment, dawn was beginning to streak through. He’d have to figure out how to close the blinds for her.
Across from him was a queen-sized bed. He smiled; of course, it wouldn’t be a king. The two Teagues would have wanted to have been as close to each other as possible all the time. A king would have provided too much distance. On the wall over it, though, was a hideous painting. He grimaced, stopping short.
Why the fuck would someone want a painting of demented-looking clowns dancing in hell on their bedroom wall? Jesus, he’d just woken from that damn nightmare.
Rubbing her cheek on his collarbone, peeking at the questionable artwork, Cassidy said, “Ugliest thing ever.”
“Fucking awful.”
He felt her lips curving against his flesh in a smile. His dick hardened even more.Fuuuuck.
“We fought over that. I hated it. I still do. But… I mean, after…” She shrugged as though to sayAfter, it turned into a masterpiece because he’d loved it.
Mac grunted. The thought crossed his mind she might be more willing to sleep in her bed if that thing hadn’t been hanging over it. But it didn’t matter; he was putting her in her bed now.
Moving again, he asked, “Side?”
She looked up at him for a questioning second, and then the realization struck. “Oh! Right.”
He walked to the right side, contemplative. When he’d slept in a bed, he’d preferred the left.
Meant nothing. Coincidence. Probably universal; chicks on the right, dudes on the left.
He sat her on the bed, looking down into her eyes. Her arms were slow to leave him, her expression perplexed for the briefest of moments, and then embarrassed.
“Oh,” she breathed out, drawing her arms away to support herself, eyes dropping away, the color in her cheeks rising again as she scooted away.
Oh!
Mac’s interest sparked; his cock was still granite-hard and ready to answer her call even if he was too stupid and slow to do so.
Because it had been an,Oh, you really are taking me to bed to sleep, not to fuck me.
A disappointedoh.
Well, hell. That could be addressed in short order.
Mac reached out and grasped her chin, tilting her head back, his other hand coming to rest on the bed next to her as he leaned over her. Hesitation and fear collided with hope, and yes, he saw it: desire. He’d done that to her—caused her to be unsure, to expect ridicule. Not this time.
“Wanna join you there.” He didn’t blame her for looking uncertain. “Not to sleep.”
She drew in a breath, her eyes dropping to his mouth, his lips curving upward as her eyes darkened. The pulse in her neck leaped and raced along. Her nipples beneath her camisole were pressing forward, begging for his attention. And damn, he wanted to attend to them.
Looking back up at him, she barely made the motion of a nod before he was on her. Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer. Pushing his fingers through her hair, he pressed her back against the mattress with his body, feeling her body yield beneath him, her soft skin sliding along his, her mouth parting for him as her legs would be.
A surprised sound escaped her at his speed, but he swallowed it, one hand in her hair, the other already slipping beneath her shorts, seeking her out, gliding between her legs. He cursed against her mouth, giving her lower lip a bite as his fingers eased inside her panties, finding her wet for him.
Not wet: soaked.
Holy fucking hell.
He rewarded her by palming her, slipping two fingers inside of her, thrusting firmly, hooking his fingers. She rewarded him with a hard body shiver, a lift of her hips toward him, and a low moan. Her hands grasped his arms as she arched and wiggled beneath him.