Mac could tell she was making an effort to be lighthearted when her heart had to be burdened by what her father’s note had said. Determined to take her mind off her worries, he moved so he was on top of her. He was never more at home anywhere than he was in her welcoming embrace. Tonight was no different. Her arms came around him, her fingers combed through his hair, and her legs hugged his hips.

After more than a week since he’d last made love to her, it didn’t take long for the desperate need she inspired in him to override his plans for a slow seduction.

“Mac,” she gasped. “Don’t wait. I need you.”

That was all he needed to hear. Their coupling was fast and furious and deeply sensual, as always. For a long time after they were married, he’d expected their ardor to cool, but rather, it had only intensified. This time was no different.

Maddie arched her back and dug her fingers into his backside, trying to keep him inside her while she climaxed.

Her orgasm triggered his, and he cried out from the power of it. “Holy moly,” he whispered into her ear, sending a shiver through her.

“Mmm,” she said, holding him close. “Just what I needed.”

“Happy to be of service, my love. Any time.”

Her laughter reassured him that she’d get through this latest trial. They’d get through it together.

Tiffany read and reread the letter from her father, absorbing the words she’d waited forever to hear. He loved her. He’d always loved her. He regretting leaving, wished he had it to do over. This changed everything. All her life, she’d been influenced by the bitterness of her mother and sister. Before she met her father as an adult, she’d had no memory of him. It was like he’d never existed to her. She knew that wasn’t the case for her mother and Maddie, and had tried to be empathetic toward their feelings even as she yearned for something, anything of the man who’d fathered her.

Now she had that and so much more.

Blaine came into the bedroom and pulled off his shirt, drawing Tiffany’s attention to his muscular chest and six-pack abs.

“How many stories did she talk you into?” Tiffany asked.

“Four.”

“You are way too easy.”

“What can I say? I’m putty in her hands—and yours.” He dropped his shirt, pants and boxers into a pile on the floor that would still be there after he left for work in the morning.

No man was perfect, she thought as she held out her arms to him, but hers was as close to perfect as any man got. She’d expected him to lie beside her, but he came down on top of her, making her squeal when he nibbled on her neck.