My lips trailed along her jaw to whisper in her ear. “Wanna go home?”

Another shake that included a tremor down her body.

Cupping her ass, I lifted her.

She let out a yelp as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. “What’re you—”

Her words were cut off when I kissed her, working to keep her distracted so she didn’t talk herself out of slumming it with an undeserving bastard like me.

For a second, I thought I’d failed ’cause as soon as I carried her into my room, she dropped her legs and pushed away.

Fuck.

I set her down and stepped back, giving her space.

But Mac had other ideas.

Clutching my shirt, she whipped it over my head. If I hadn’t bent to help, she probably would’ve torn the thing in two. Her greedy hands went to my jeans next, undoing them and shoving the denim down before removing her pants and kicking them to the side.

Mac wasn’t playing it cool. She wasn’t being reserved. She wasn’t putting on a slow, sexy act.

It was hurried.

Desperate.

Honest.

The hottest fuckin’ thing I’d ever experienced in my damn life.

Not for the first time, she had me so damn turned on, I worried I’d make a fool of myself by coming before I got in her.

She tipped her head back, and I gave in to her silent demand, kissing her again. Harder. Deeper. Loving the way she moaned.

I reached for the bottom of her shirt, and Mac tried to shift to the side. When that didn’t work, she tried to push my hands. That got her nowhere.

Tearing her mouth from mine, she didn’t attempt to mask the panic in her eyes with her usual poker face. “I… It’s… You…”

“Wanna see every inch of you, baby. Wanna see it, touch it, fuckin’ worship it.”

She forced a laugh. “Trust me, no one wants to see me topless.”

Shoving my boxer-briefs down, I wrapped her hand around my hard dick. I used my hand over hers to tighten her grip, precum already leaking from the head. A hiss seeped out between my clenched teeth at the feel of her skin on mine.

Christ, this is gonna be embarrassing.

“Keep your hand on me while I take off your shirt. Tell me I don’t wanna see you. Look me in the eye and lie to my fuckin’ face.”

She released her hold, and I considered begging for the first time in my life. Before I could, she held her hand up to my face. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes unfocused as she hesitated for a second. “Do the thing.”

Had no clue what she was asking for, but it didn’t matter. I’d do it. There were very few things I wouldn’t do for her right then.

Or period.

“What thing, baby?” I asked.