Chapter 15 #2
Nodding, she shrugged off his embrace, wishing he would catch the hint and take his big naked body elsewhere so she could get up and grab a shower. Even after what they’d shared during the night, she wasn’t prepared to prance around naked in front of him.
Apparently, he had no such hang-ups, but he was eighteen years younger.
Her eyes were drawn to the penis that hung large between his legs even when he wasn’t aroused.
Remembering the first time he’d pushed that big member slowly into her tight channel made her mouth water with desire.
She tore her gaze off that part of him and sought a safer place to plant her eyes.
When she looked up, she found him watching her carefully, waiting for her to make eye contact. Damned if he didn’t seem amused by her visual tour of his body.
“What’s got you all worked up, my love?”
“I’m not your love. Don’t say that.”
He curled a lock of her hair around his finger and brought it to his nose. “I sure would like you to be.”
“That’s not going to happen! Did you hear what my son just told me? I’m going to be a grandmother!”
He had the audacity to laugh! He actually laughed!
“What the hell is so funny?”
“You are,” he said, leaning in to nibble on her neck. “Congratulations, by the way. Sexiest grandma I ever met.”
She swatted at him, but that didn’t deter him. “Stop that! Have you heard a word I’ve said?”
“Uh huh.” The neck nibbling continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “I heard every. Single. Word.” He punctuated his words with more kisses and the slide of his tongue over her sensitized skin. “And every moan and sigh and scream, too.”
Mortified by the reminder of how completely she’d come apart in his arms, Carolina tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t be pushed. “Please, Seamus. I enjoyed last night. I really did. But I can’t do this. I just can’t.”
He tugged the covers free of the iron grip she had on them, exposing her breasts.
Her nipples reacted instantly to the cool air and the heated promise in his gaze.
His attention shifted from her neck to her chest to the valley between her breasts.
While his lips were busy on the front of her, his hands slid down her back to cup her ass and arrange her under him.
The man, she’d discovered during the night, was a master multitasker.
“Did you hear what I just said?” she asked, breathless from the tug of his lips on her tender nipple.
“I heard ya, love.”
“Then why—”
He sucked hard and stole the words right off her lips.
Her back arched as her body betrayed her yet again. Before she had a chance to figure out how she’d so thoroughly lost control of the conversation, her fingers were buried in his hair to hold his head to her chest, and her legs were wrapped around his hips as he made love to her yet again.
By the time he finally let her out of bed to take a shower an hour later, Carolina was royally screwed—in every possible way.
Maddie made chocolate-chip muffins and coffee in preparation for her meeting with the ladies who’d agreed to help plan the Thanksgiving dinner to benefit the island’s summer employees.
She used to be one of the struggling year-round residents who relied on the tourists for income, before Mac McCarthy came along and changed her life in every possible way.
Now that her fortunes had improved so dramatically, she was eager to give something back to the people she’d once worked and commiserated with when times were tough.
Her sister Tiffany came through the sliding door from the deck a few minutes later. Maddie had asked Tiff to come early because she wanted to talk to her. Tiffany hadn’t been herself in recent weeks, and Maddie was concerned about her baby sister.
“Hey,” Tiffany said.
“Hi, honey.” Maddie crossed the big, open great room to greet her sister with a hug and kiss. “How are you?”
“Good.” Tiffany tossed her denim jacket on a chair. “Busy.”
“How’s the store coming along?”
“Fine.”
Maddie poured coffee for both of them and slid onto a barstool next to Tiffany. “When do I get a sneak peek?”
“When it’s ready,” Tiffany said, as she always did when Maddie asked about the store. She was dying of curiosity to see what Tiffany was doing with the former location of Abby’s Attic, but so far Tiffany had kept the details to herself.
“How’s Ashleigh liking preschool?”
“She loves it. You know that. You see her every day when you drop off Thomas.”
“They both love it.” Maddie stirred some cream into her coffee. “So, have you seen Dad?” Their father had recently resurfaced more than thirty years after he left his family on the island and never looked back.
“Just that one time. He said he’d call, but I haven’t heard from him. What about you?”
“He’s left me a couple of messages, but I’m not ready to talk to him. I hate that I’m the only thing standing between Mom and Ned getting married—”
“She doesn’t expect you to do anything you don’t want to do. She and Ned seem perfectly thrilled to be living together.”
“Yeah, they do.”
Tiffany reached for one of the muffins and pulled the top off.
“I’m worried about you,” Maddie said. “You’ve been very . . . distant . . . lately.”
“Have I?”
“What’s going on, Tiff? You know there’s nothing you can’t tell me.”
Tiffany focused on her coffee and muffin for so long, Maddie suspected she wasn’t going to say anything. “Something happened.” The words seemed to burst out of her in a rush of air and relief.
Instantly on alert, Maddie said, “What?”
“Blaine.”
“Ohhhhh,” Maddie said, instantly relieved and desperately curious. Since Blaine Taylor was the island’s police chief and Mac’s good friend, Maddie knew that whatever happened had most likely been a good thing. “Well? Are you going to tell me?”
Tiffany’s face turned bright red. “We . . . um, well . . . we kinda kissed. And stuff.”
Maddie, who had never before seen her fearless sister blush, stared at her, astounded. “What kind of stuff?”
“The good kind of stuff, but not the stuff. If you know what I mean.”
“Huh,” Maddie said, still nearly speechless. “When was this?”
“A while ago. Early September.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I haven’t told anyone.”
“So, like, did you run into him out or something?”
“Or something. I got arrested.”
“What?”
Tiffany held up a hand to keep Maddie in her seat. “It was no big deal. I snuck into Jim’s place, wanting to talk to him, and he accused me of breaking and entering.”
“That bastard!”
“You don’t know the half of it. Anyway, Blaine showed up and told Jim it doesn’t count as B&E if the door is unlocked.”
“Then how did you end up arrested?”
Tiffany diverted her gaze, looking ashamed. “I might’ve slashed the tires on Jim’s precious Mercedes on the way in.”
Maddie rocked with laughter. “Oh, that must’ve pissed him off!”
“Seriously. It was well worth getting arrested.”
“Why wasn’t any of this in the paper?”
“I guess Blaine decided not to file a report. He did me a huge favor.”
“Good for him.” Maddie had always liked the sexy policeman, but now she really liked him. “So when did the kissing—and stuff—happen?”
“When he drove me home.”
“Oh.”
“It was . . .”
Maddie reached for Tiffany’s hand and was shocked to find it freezing. She rubbed it between both of hers. “What, honey?”
“Insane.”
“In what way?”
“It was like . . . we were possessed or something. He made me . . . you know . . . in my kitchen.”
“Oh,” Maddie said, fanning herself. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” Tiffany focused intently on her muffin.
“So did you . . . return the favor?”
She shook her head. “Unfortunately, he got called away to an accident before I could. I haven’t seen him since.”
Hearing that, Maddie experienced a profound sense of disappointment, as if she’d been the one to have an explosive encounter with a man she’d never seen again.
“It’s just as well,” Tiffany said with a shrug. “Nothing good could come of that in the midst of my ugly divorce. He’d be crazy to want to be involved with me right now.”
“Sweetie,” Maddie said, clutching Tiffany’s hand, “he’d be crazy not to want you. Look at you! You’re a walking, talking sex kitten.” Maddie had always envied her sister’s lean, lithe dancer’s body and silky dark hair. “I’ve seen how he looks at you like a hungry tiger.”
“Meow,” Tiffany said with a weak smile.
Maddie laughed. “It’s not that he doesn’t want you.”
“Then why haven’t I heard from him since the most explosive sexual-encounter-in-which-no-one-actually-had-sex of my life?”
“Could be anything, but I doubt it’s because he doesn’t want you. He was as into it as you were, right?”
“Ah, yeah. You could say that.”
“Do you want me to have Mac talk to him and see if he can gather some intel?”
“God, no! Jesus, don’t breathe a word of this to Mac. I’d never be able to look at him again. Promise me!”
“I promise, but I hate to tell you Mac is aware that you’ve had sex.”
“He doesn’t need to know I had near-sex with his friend.”
“Relax. I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to.”
“I don’t.”
Maddie sipped at her coffee as she studied her sister.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I’m just wondering why you haven’t sought him out. It’s not like you to hold back when you want something.”
“Because.”
“Oh, okay. I see now.”
“Stop being a smartass!”
“I can’t help it. It’s in our DNA.”
“I can’t go chasing after him. I just can’t. The whole thing was too . . . intense. I was a disaster for days afterward.”
“Why, honey? Was he rough with you?”
Tiffany blushed again. “Kinda, but I loved it.”
“So then why were you upset?”