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She dropped it beside her shirt. “Quiet.”

His eyes lifted to hers.

“Baby, you take your shirt and bra off while you’re sitting on top of me and then tell me to be quiet?”

“We have neighbors,” she whispered. “And nothing but a nylon wall.”

“Exactly.” His laugh was barely more than breath.

Jodie bent over him and kissed him again. Mac’s hands found her breasts immediately. His palms cupped their weight while his thumbs brushed over her nipples, and Jodie’s breath caught. She almost let herself sink into it.

Almost.

Then she remembered what she wanted. She caught his wrists.

Mac stopped. “Is everything all right?”

Jodie nodded quickly. “I want to do something. For you,” she added.

His gaze sharpened and he hesitated. Jodie knew exactly what he was about to say.

“We just talked about this, Jodie. You don’t have to⁠—”

“I know I don’t have to.” She squeezed his wrists gently. “That’s the point.” She bent down and kissed him, ending her kiss with a quick nip to his bottom lip that made him hiss. “I want to.”

Finally, he relaxed beneath her. “Okay,” he practically growled.

That one word sent another rush of heat through her. She released his wrists and slid her hands down his chest. Mac had a beautiful body. She’d known that before they’d ever gotten naked together, even before she had a chance to feel his chest as he carried her down the mountain. Every tight T-shirt advertised his broad shoulders and tapered waist.

As much as she loved seeing him, she loved touching him more. She loved feeling the solid warmth of his abs under her palms and the way his stomach tightened when she kissed below his sternum. More than anything, she loved what happened when Mac stopped controlling his reactions.

She kissed lower. His breath changed. Jodie smiled against his skin. Then when she reached the waistband of his boxer briefs, she looked up.

Mac’s piercing gaze was on her.

“You okay?” she teased.

His eyebrows went up. “Jodie.”

“Yes?”

“If I get any more okay, we’re going to have a serious problem.”

Heat rushed into her face. “Good.”

She hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled. Mac lifted his hips to help her, and a moment later she had him naked. Her mouth went dry. It was ridiculous that he could still have that effect on her after she’d already seen him naked plenty of times.

Apparently, my vagina has not received the memo that we are in a mature, established relationship now and thinks we’re a couple of horny teenagers camping out.

Mac was hard, his cock lying thick against his stomach. Jodie wrapped her hand around him. His breath hissed between his teeth. The reaction went straight to her clit.

That.

That was what she’d been trying to explain. She didn’t want to do this because she thought she owed him. She wanted to do it because watching this strong, competent man come apart beneath her hands made her feel powerful and trusted and connected to him in a way she couldn’t explain without sounding slightly unhinged.

Jodie stroked him slowly. Mac’s hips shifted beneath her hand.

“Baby.”