Chapter 3 #2
Mac took a long look around at the marina, taking in the peeling paint, the sagging roof on the main building that housed the office and restaurant, and the broken windowpane in the gift shop. Seeing his father made Mac forget all about his vow to get in and get out as quickly as possible.
“As long as it takes.”
Maddie slept deeper than she had in years.
She dreamed about Mac McCarthy. They were on a sailboat, and he was at the helm.
The sun shone down upon them, the warmth cooled by an ocean breeze that powered the sleek wooden boat.
He wore only a bathing suit tied low on narrow hips.
A light dusting of dark hair covered his muscular chest and rippled abs, forming a tantalizing trail into his suit.
He caught her watching him and smiled, dazzling her with his beautiful face and twinkling eyes. That he—Mac McCarthy, local hero and golden boy—seemed so happy to be with her was nothing short of miraculous.
A nagging voice in the back of her mind warned her to be careful.
Surely a man who could have any woman he wanted wouldn’t really be interested in her.
But no one else was around just now. For however long he chose to stay, he was hers, and she wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anything.
Knowing he had the power to shatter her did nothing to quell the wave of longing.
As if she was outside herself watching someone else, Maddie stood up in the boat’s roomy cockpit and went to him.
He slipped an arm around her shoulders and drew her in close. His hand caressing her sun-warmed skin sent desire darting through her.
Maddie looked up at him, the yearning no doubt apparent on her face.
He studied her for a long moment before he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers in a tentative kiss, keeping his eyes focused on hers.
Hooking her hand around his neck, she brought him back for more.
His open mouth came down on hers as if he’d been dying to kiss her forever. He traced the outline of her mouth with his tongue before delving deeper to engage in a fierce duel with hers.
Maddie met him thrust for thrust.
Without surrendering her mouth, he released his hold on the wheel and wrapped his arms around her, bringing her in tight against his instant arousal. The unattended sails flapped in the breeze as the boat foundered.
The desire was so intense, she didn’t even care that her breasts were now pressed against his chest.
A moan escaped their joined lips, and Maddie wasn’t sure if it came from him or from her. What did it matter?
From outside the screen door, Mac heard the moan and rushed in to find her sleeping—and clearly dreaming. Her hair formed a wild halo around her face. Her lips were pursed and moving.
Transfixed by the sight of her, he dropped the sleeping bag and the extra bandages he’d bought just inside the door and went to her. She moaned again, and he wondered if she was in pain. When her legs fell open and her hips thrust upward, he went hard as stone.
“God,” he muttered, worried that she would reopen her wounds if she kept thrashing about. Sitting next to her on the sofa, he put his hands on her shoulders to hold her still. “Maddie, wake up. You’re dreaming.”
“Mmm.”
She has the prettiest mouth I’ve ever seen. Before he could indulge in a fantasy about what it would be like to press his own mouth to her plump, pink lips, she lifted her hips again.
“Maddie.”
She shocked him when she hooked her uninjured arm around his neck and dragged him down to her. What had been a brief fantasy only a second ago quickly became reality as her lips opened under his and her tongue thrust into his mouth with wild abandon.
Mac knew he should stop her—that was, if he could think clearly enough to do anything but hang on for the ride. Besides, if he fought her, he risked hurting her, and he’d already hurt her enough. He cupped her soft cheek, and his tongue met her ardent thrusts, feasting on her sweet flavor.
Time seemed to slip away as he gave in to the attraction that had simmered from the second their eyes first met. Immersed in the scent of summer flowers that came from her hair, he had no idea if he kissed her for five minutes or an hour. All he knew was he didn’t want it to end—ever.
He knew the exact instant she woke up and realized she was no longer dreaming. Her body went tense and rigid, and her ardent mouth stilled.
Mac pulled back to stare at her, astounded by the kiss, the emotion, the desire.
Brushing the hair off her forehead, he watched surprise, embarrassment, anger and longing dance across her face.
The longing caught him off guard and filled him with a brand-new kind of desire—to give her everything and anything she wanted.
“What’re you doing?” she finally asked.
Mac cleared his throat. “I was trying to wake you up, and you kissed me.”
“I did not kiss you!” But then she seemed to realize her arm was still hooked around his neck. Her face flushing with color, she released him.
“Ah, yeah, you did.” He leaned in again so his lips lingered just above hers. “And guess what else? You liked it.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I can tell when the woman I’m kissing is enjoying it.”
Disgust twisted her pretty mouth into a sneer. “Oh, you and all your experience, of course you can tell.”
He continued to hover just above her, amused by her disdain. Why did he get such a kick out of pushing her buttons?
Her hand landed on his chest to keep him from getting any closer. “Would you please move? I need to get up.”
“And go where?”
“To the bathroom, if you must know.”
Rather than get up, he slid an arm under her legs and lifted her.
“Put me down!” She winced from the pain of her sore knee bending over his arm. “I can get there on my own.”
“But you don’t have to.” He delivered her to the door and waited while she got her footing. The agonized look that crossed her face made him ache.
“I’ll be out in a minute. Feel free to be gone by then.” Leaning on her uninjured hand, she used the wall as a makeshift crutch.
Mac closed the door and waited outside, leaning his head back against the wall in a failed attempt to calm his overheated body while reliving the kiss that had blown his mind.
So much for his plan to keep his distance and not get involved.
With one kiss, he was already more involved with her than he’d been with any other woman.
The bathroom door opened. “I need to get over to my sister’s.”
“I know.”
Her eyes landed on the sleeping bag he’d left by the front door. “What’s that?”
“A sleeping bag.”
She glared at him. “No kidding.”
“You might need help with the baby during the night.”
“You can’t stay here. No way.”
“I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself and Thomas with one working hand.”
“It’s not up to you to fix this! I don’t know who you think you are, but you’re not bombing into my life and barking out orders—”
“I won’t be responsible for you dropping your son or something else happening to him because I was clumsy.”
“It’s not your responsibility! It’s mine. I’ll take care of Thomas the way I always have—by myself. The last thing I need is everyone in town knowing you’re staying here.”
The mulish set to her chin amused him, and apparently, he did a poor job of hiding it.
“What’s so funny?”
“You are when you get all. . .” He waved his hand. “Worked up.”
Her eyes spit fire at him. “I am not worked up. I’m pissed!”
“So I gathered. Here’s the deal—either I can find a place to toss my sleeping bag inside or I’ll sleep on the deck so you can tell all these ‘people’ you’re so worried about that I didn’t actually stay here. Believe me, I’ve slept in worse places than under the Gansett stars.”
“I want you to go back to wherever you came from and leave me alone.”
The emphatic statement hurt more than it should have. “As soon as you’re able to care for yourself and Thomas, I’ll be gone.”
“Are you always this arrogant and pushy?”
Mac thought about that. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“It might work with other people, but it does nothing for me.”
“Duly noted.”
“Now you’re making fun of me.”
“I am not.” He glanced at his watch. “We have to go. I don’t need another Chester woman screaming at me. One is plenty.”
“Ugh, you’re insufferable.”
“So I’ve been told. You might want to change your shirt. There’s blood on it.”
Shooting him a dirty look, she hobbled to the bedroom.
“Need some help?”
“No!” The door slammed shut.
She might’ve liked kissing him, but she still didn’t want him around.
Maddie leaned against the closed bedroom door. Oh my God. Her mind raced at a frantic speed. I had a sexy dream about Mac McCarthy, and then I all but attacked him. If he’s heard what people say about me, now he’ll believe it.
Of course he’d believe it. Why wouldn’t he? Better yet, why should I care what he believes? It’s not like he plans to stick around after I recover. He’ll be back to his life in Miami, and I’ll still be here working for his parents and living my life. He’s nothing to me.
Except, she thought as she wrestled her way painfully into a clean T-shirt, he seemed to like kissing me.
He’d seemed equally affected by the sensual kiss.
She hadn’t missed the impressive bulge in his shorts or the heated look in his eyes.
Running her fingers through her hair, she caught a hint of his cologne and brought her hand to her nose to breathe in the spicy scent that would now forever remind her of him.
“Stop it,” she hissed to her haggard reflection. “The last time you got carried away by a man’s empty promises, you ended up a single mother. Don’t be a fool again. He’ll take what he can get from you and hit the road, just like they all do. Nothing about him is different or special.”