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He looks away from me like he doesn’t want to hear this. I cup his cheeks and turn his eyes to mine. “Your family loves you. I know you know that.”

He nods. “But not my mom. I was never good enough for my mom. Or any other woman, for that matter.”

“But youaregood enough.” I give him a quick kiss. “I can’t even imagine how her leaving makes you feel, and I hate that for you. But every family has issues, Mac. Even the ones that appear to be normal from the outside. Normal is relative.”

“My life isn’t normal. That’s for damn sure.” He lets out a raspy huff before he brushes a stand of my hair behind my ear. “And look what it’s done to me. I’m a jealous, possessive man who doesn’t trust love.”

I suck in a breath. I’m not sure how to take his last statement.Love. Is Mac thinking about love when he thinks about me, or is he referring to his mom? Either way, it has my heart racing with excitement.

“I wish you could see what I see. You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for.”

Something passes over his face that I can’t make out. Something deep and meaningful. It’s a look that tells me he cares way more for than he wants to admit.

But he quickly replaces it with one of his teasing smiles. “You just like my dick.”

“Mac!” I slap at his chest, but he grabs my arms and rolls me over before I make contact. “I likeyou, not your dick.”

With my hands pinned above my head, he grinds his thickening cock between my legs. “So you don’t want this?” He swirls his hips again, dragging a soft moan from my lips. “If you don’t like this, I can keep it to myself.”

“You’re playing dirty.”

A smirk lifts his lips. “I always play dirty, baby. You should have figured that out by now.”

His lips crash to mine in an all-consuming kiss. We’re all lips and teeth and hands. The heat building between us is so strong, I don’t even feel the cold night air. Within minutes, we’re both stripped of our clothes. He’s sheathed in a condom, and he’s pushing inside me.

He moves slowly and deliberately, almost as if he’s trying to make me feel so much more than his cock inside me. And oh boy, I feel things I’m not sure I want to be feeling for this man.

He thrusts deep inside me, hitting that spot that causes my entire body to tingle. He does it again and again and again until I’m ready to explode. “Mac. I’m so close.”

“Not yet, baby. I want you to come with me.” He rolls us over, not breaking our connection, until I’m spread out on top of him. “Ride my cock, Red. Ride me under the stars.”

I sit up and roll my hips onto his cock. We both groan when he fills me even deeper than before.

My hair falls forward, and my breasts bounce as I move up and down on him. His hands tighten around my hips, and he thrusts up with every downward move I make.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. “And you feel so fucking good.”

He slides his hands up my back as he brings himself to a seated position. His mouth clamps around one of my breasts and he sucks hard. My head falls back at the intense sensation. His mouth, his hands, his cock moving inside me all send me closer to the edge.

“Mac!” I cry out as I dig my hands into his hair.

“I feel you, baby. I’m right there with you.” He grunts, and his next thrust into me is all it takes to send me over the edge. His movements become more erratic as his release chases mine.

We cling to each other as we come together. Our bodies joined as one, and our hearts pounding fiercely in unison.

“Sophia, Sophia, Sophia,” he whispers against my chest. It sends a shiver down my spine that is further intensified by the chilly night air. He so rarely uses my actual name, that I can’t help but feel the significance in it now. “What are you doing to me?”

Instead of responding, I squeeze him closer to me. I don’t know how to answer that, because I could ask him the same thing.

Chapter19

Once in my head, always in my head.

Mac

My leg won’t stop bouncing, so I lean forward in my chair and rest my elbows on my knees. It doesn’t help.

Sophia is racing today, and I’m a nervous wreck. Not just because she’s the one behind the wheel of a racecar on the track with a dozen other drivers. That has me nervous, but it’s not my biggest issue.

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