things about her.
Macy took a gulp of her own wine, trying to get her overactive imagination to take a backseat. She'd wanted Sean for longer than she could remember and having him look at her like he wanted her in return was too much. It caused things low in her belly to clench. Her breasts tingled, aching for his touch, and heat ran laps over her limbs.
Her pulse was racing all of a sudden and she found it hard to breathe. She emptied her glass and turned, walking to the kitchen to refill it, emptying it at once before refilling it again. Her head was swimming by the time she made her way back to the living room. Her gaze immediately sought out Sean. He wasn't there.
A slight noise behind her caused her to turn her head. Sean was walking down the hall toward her. She saw him glance up above her head and she followed his line of sight. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the mistletoe directly overhead. Lowering her gaze, she watched him stalk the hall. By the time he reached her, her body was humming with anticipation.
He never said a word, just lowered his head and took her lips in a hard, demanding kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she wasn't sure who moaned the loudest, her or him. Long minutes with the taste of him overpowering her senses and she knew the wine was a bad idea. She just wished she could care. At the moment the only thing that mattered was Sean and his urgent kisses. The way his fingers tangled in her hair and held her to him. The noise in the room vanished, the only sound she heard was her heart beating out a frantic tattoo against her ribs.
When Sean pulled away, his hot breath teasing her lips with the promise of more, she opened her eyes to look at him. “I've had too much to drink,” he said. His gaze skimmed her face, stopping once he reached her lips. “My thoughts keep running away with me.'
'What are you thinking?” Macy held her breath and waited for his answer.
'I'm thinking I'm tired of pretending we're a happy couple.” Macy couldn't have been more hurt if he'd slapped her. She tensed, waiting for the next blow, and steeled her heart for the pain to follow. “I want you,” he said.
Macy blinked. He wanted her?
'I'm tired of pretending,” he said again. “They all think we've been living together for two years. That we've shared a bed for two years.” He nodded, staring at her lips. “I'm tired of pretending.'
She opened her mouth to say something-what, she had no clue-but she couldn't utter a word. She stared at him, feeling the heat of his body pressed against her own and took a steadying breath and forced the words to come. “What are you trying to say, Sean?'
'I'm trying to say that I want you. Now.” His fingers skimmed her jaw, his lips sliding softly across her own. “Come to bed with me.'
Macy had to force herself to breathe. The wine she'd consumed had already fogged her mind enough to make standing without teetering to one side harder than it should be. Sean's sensual kisses hadn't helped her feelings of vertigo and now, his little confession left her weak kneed and feeling flushed.
The rational side of her brain told her this was a bad idea, that they were drunk, but the other side, the side that had secretly wanted this man for longer than she cared to remember, was jumping with joy. He wanted her, just as she'd wanted him. But what happened in the morning? Next week when they were back at work and their little lie was no longer an issue? Would he regret it? Would she?
She would worry about that later. Blame it on the mistletoe, or maybe the wine, but whatever the reason, Sean wanted her. And she wanted him.
The what-ifs lasted as long as it took her to climb the stairs, Sean's hand firmly in hers. Once behind her closed bedroom door, nothing else seemed to matter. Their clothes were peeled away in haste, hands roaming flesh as they stumbled back onto the bed. Sean kissed a fiery trail over her collarbone and down to her breasts before sucking one peaked nipple into his mouth. His fingers skimmed her taunt stomach and tangled into the wiry hair covering her sex. One flick of his fingers between her folds and Macy gasped. He pulled away from her moments later and walked back across the room. Macy watched him, curiously. “What are you doing?'
He picked up his jeans and fished out his wallet. “Condom.'
She blushed. How could she have forgotten something so important? When the little foil wrapper was in Sean's hand, he crawled back into the bed. They fumbled with a condom wrapper for nearly five minutes before getting it torn open. Macy was laughing as she looked up at him, her limbs trembling as their flesh touched from shoulders to feet.
'Are you sure about this, Macy?” he asked.
She nodded her head, not trusting her voice. He smiled and leaned down, his lips sliding across her own. His hands mapped out every inch of flesh he could touch and left goose bumps pimpling her skin. When he sank between her thighs and sheathed himself inside her body, Macy moaned at the feel of him. He stilled, looking down at her and she thought for a moment he'd sobered up as she had. The look on his face was one she'd never seen as he looked at her. It left her breathless and on the verge of tears. He looked at her as if… he loved her.
Macy blinked and looked away, wrapping her arms around him and urging him to move. She closed her eyes, feeling him fill her and the look on his face stayed burned into her mind's eye. His fingers were toying with her breast, his lips gliding across her shoulder to her neck, up the curve of her jaw to her waiting lips. His kiss wasn't hurried as it had been downstairs. It was a slow, lazy slide of lips and tongue. Languid kisses that made her feel boneless and spent. Tingles raced up her spine and the tell-tale clenching in her stomach signaled her release moments before her world shattered, her hold on him tightening as she begged him to move faster. He followed her a few minutes later.
They both lay there, breathing heavily as the noise from downstairs continued. Sean moved to her side, pulling her into his arms and wrapping her in a small cocoon of heat. She sighed contently, snuggling into his embrace. How could anything ever go wrong after a night with him? Her world was finally perfect.
Chapter 6
Sean opened one eye when he heard Macy's mother call out her name. He lifted his head, looking toward the bedroom door and saw Rose standing there with one fist on her hip.
'You too, Sean,” she said. “I'm not holding breakfast a minute longer. Now up with the both of you!'
She winked at him before pulling the door shut behind her as she left. Sean looked over at Macy, grinning when he saw her. The sheet was barely covering her bottom, her long legs exposed to the hip. The night before replayed in slow motion in his mind's eye and he felt himself stir at the images. He'd taken her until their bodies were too spent to move. He lost count of the times he'd had her and knew if he never got another chance to love her, he'd have last night to sustain him. He wondered how she'd react to it this morning, though. It was easy to not think about it last night. The wine had a lot to do with it but even he wasn't naive enough to blame it completely on his inability to control himself while buzzed. Truth be known, he'd wanted her, just as he'd said he did. Wanted her and, thanks to the wine, had the guts to tell her so. She'd happily reciprocated his advances but now he worried she'd think he took advantage of her. Did he? Did he let his inebriated state of mind sway his judgment? He hadn't forced her, she said yes and clearly participated in their love play, but was she too drunk to know what she was doing?
A wave of guilt big enough to make him queasy washed over him and settled in his stomach. Would she wake hating him? Hating what he'd done to her? Would all those brothers downstairs skin him alive when they found out what he'd done?
'If we don't get moving soon, she'll be back,” Macy mumbled.
Sean focused his gaze on the back of her head. “I figured as much.'
She moved then, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up her back, tucking the end under her chin before sighing. “I think we got a little drunk last night.'
'Yeah,” he said. “A little.'
She moved her head, burrowing into the pillow. “Is the morning after always this embarrassing?'
'I wouldn't know. I've never slept with a woman I wasn't already in a relationship with.'
'Me either,” she said. “Uh, with a man, I mean. I've never…'
Sean chuckled and reached across the bed, laying his palm to her back. “I knew what you meant,” he said. He
