Chapter 9 #3
With his hand on her ass, he tugged her in tight against him. “I know how to defrost you, Mrs. McCarthy.”
“You really are an awful blowhard, Mac.”
“You can blow me hard any time you want.”
She slapped his shoulder but rocked with silent laughter. “It’s a good thing I love you so much, or I’d have to do something about your out-of-control ego.”
“My ego is very healthy, thank you very much. And you’re not going anywhere near male strippers, you hear me?”
“What was that you said? I can’t hear from all the noise your blowtorch is making as it tries to thaw me out.”
Growling, he turned her onto her back and settled into the V of her legs, one of his favorite places to be.
The nightgown was now hitched up around her hips, and he was delighted to realize his lovely wife hadn’t worn panties to bed.
How convenient for the kind of defrosting he had in mind.
“You’re very sassy these days, my love.”
“You like me that way.”
He kissed her sweet lips. “I like you every way, but I don’t want you going near those strippers.”
“Mac?”
“What?”
“Shut up and make love to me before I change my mind about forgiving you.”
Never one to have to be told twice, Mac did as directed, entering her in one smooth stroke that took his breath away.
God, he loved her. He loved being inside her.
He loved laughing with her and raising their beautiful kids with her.
He loved every minute he spent with her, even when she was pushing his buttons, which was most of the time.
“No strippers near my gorgeous wife,” he whispered.
She responded by tightening her internal muscles and nearly finishing him off.
“That was dirty.”
“I can fight dirty when need be.”
“As long as you’re only fighting dirty with me, that’s fine.”
Running her hands down his back, she grasped his ass and squeezed.
He captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss. She made him crazy every time she touched him. Hell, she made him crazy every time she walked into a room and looked at him with those golden eyes. The thought of her looking at—or, God forbid, touching—any other guy made him positively feral.
When he was fully seated inside her, he said, “I’m not letting you come until you promise me you won’t even look at those strippers.”
She shocked the shit out of him when she ran her hand down the front of her body to tease her clit, brushing up against his cock in the process.
He could feel her smile against his lips.
“Damn it, Madeline. You’re making me mad.”
“Seems to me I’m making you harder.”
“That, too.”
She laughed, and he couldn’t help but smile at how cute she could be—even when pushing buttons.
“Your sister is right about you.”
“What does that mean?” he asked indignantly.
“You’re a bossy pain in the ass.”
He slid his hands under her and pinched her butt. “This family would fall apart without my steadfast leadership.”
“You’ve really sold yourself a bill of goods, haven’t you?”
“I only speak the truth, babe.” Because he did, in fact, know just what it took to push her buttons, he picked up the pace, thrusting into her repeatedly until her body was quivering beneath him and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Then he went for broke and felt her orgasm hit.
Bending his head, he bit down on her nipple, making her cry out as she continued to come.
Satisfied that she was satisfied, Mac let himself go, too, giving in to the pounding need that she inspired in him every damned time he touched her.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her and loved the way her arms came around him, how her fingers slid through his still-damp hair.
“We didn’t use anything,” she said softly.
“I know.”
“Are we really doing this?”
He pressed his hips against hers. “I believe we already did.”
“You know what I mean, Mac.”
“Yeah, baby,” he said, kissing her. “I know what you mean, and I hope we made another little person who looks just like you.”
“Because God forbid he’s anything like you.”
Chuckling softly, he kissed her again before withdrawing from her.
She took hold of his hand to keep him from getting out of bed. “You know I’m joking, don’t you? I want Thomas and any other son we might have to be just like you.”
“Even if I’m a pompous blowhard?”
“You’re both of those things, but you’re also loyal and faithful and strong and loving and sexy. Very, very sexy.”
Touched by her kind words, he leaned in to kiss her one more time. “Don’t forget funny.”
Laughing, she said, “That, too, although I hesitate to laugh at your outrageousness because that might encourage you.”
“I’m easily encouraged by you.” He cleaned up in the bathroom and brought a towel to the bed to clean her up, too. Then he crawled back into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her. “I might be a pompous blowhard, but I’d be lost without you. You’re the one who makes it all happen.”
“We make it happen together.”
“You think we’ll be celebrating our fortieth anniversary someday?” he asked.
“I know we will. I have no doubt whatsoever.”
With her warm and snug in his arms and her promises of forever together to lull him, Mac closed his eyes and let sleep take him.