I can’t help but grin at my dad. “I did.” I’m talking about the gala, but when my eyes meet Mack’s over my dad’s shoulder and I see the smirk on his face, I can’t help but think how true my statement is about after the gala too.
Dad turns to Mack and smiles. “I’m glad you kids had fun. I’m going to head out and go to sleep. Hopefully that little angel upstairs is good for you the rest of the night,” he says with a slap to Mack’s back.
“Night, Jim. Thank you again,” Mack replies, following him to the front door.
“I’ll see you kids in the morning. Not too early though. I’m not as young as I used to be. I need my beauty sleep,” he adds with a wink before disappearing into the night.
I feel another blush sweep across my face. “He totally knows.”
Mack snorts. “Definitely,” he confirms as he closes the door and locks it. My dad has a key to the back door, so if there are any problems out in the motorhome, he has a way to get inside.
Mack steps to me and grazes his fingers across my arm, causing goosebumps. “You ready for bed?” he whispers before taking a step back and toward the stairs. He extends his hand and waits.
It takes less than a millisecond of time before I take his offered hand and look into his dark eyes. My heart hammers as I take a deep, cleansing breath, anxious to take this next step. “Ready.”
Chapter Fourteen
Mack
Her hand is in mine as we move silently up the stairs. I want to take her to my room—to my bed—but Oliver is asleep in there in his bassinet. This would have been a perfect time to introduce him to the crib, but I’m not sure I’m there yet.
We slip into my bedroom, the bed beckoning me, but I ignore it. Instead, I move to where my son sleeps. He’s stretched out, his arms over his head the way he always does as he sleeps in his milk coma. Lena leans her head against my shoulder and just stares down at the little man who has quickly become the center of my universe. I bend down and place a soft kiss to his forehead before reaching over and grabbing the monitor. Lena does the same, softly whispering something I can’t hear before standing up and looking my way. I place my hand back in hers and lead her out of my bedroom.
“As much as I want to take you to bed in there, I can’t with Oliver beside it.” I pull her body flush against mine. All I can think about is stripping off this dress and exploring her body a little more in-depth than the limo ride. “There’s no way I can be quiet when I finally get naked and inside you.”
Together, we slip into the guest bedroom and shut the door. I make sure the monitor is on and set it on the nightstand. When I turn to face Lena, she’s standing in the middle of the room, a vision in navy blue. “Turn around,” I instruct, my voice hoarse and deep.
She obliges. I step behind her and run my finger from her left shoulder to her spine and then down to where the dress hits her skin. I grab the zipper and slowly pull it down, revealing inch by glorious inch of her creamy skin. The zipper stops just above her ass, the dress falling to her waist. With my hands on her hips, I move them downward, the material stretching over her hips before pooling at her feet.
I take a step back and just enjoy the view, committing every inch of her body to memory. The strapless bra, the shape of her hips, and the tiny string that disappears between her ass cheeks. “Turn around, Lena. Slowly.”
She glances over her shoulder and grins that seductive little smirk. Then, painstakingly slowly, she starts to turn and face me. Fuck me. She’s positively sinful, and she’s absolutely mine.
I crook my finger, inviting her closer. My cock is so fucking hard in my pants right now, it’s painful. Between my dirty imagination that ran rampant this evening and making her come on my fingers and mouth in the limo, I’m dangerously close to losing all control.
When she steps in front of me, I run a single finger across her collarbones before dipping it down to the valley between her tits. Glorious, I-want-to-fuck-them tits. No, not on the menu tonight, but I’m hoping to add it as dessert in the very near future.
I place my lips at the hollow of her neck and slide them along her skin. She smells amazing, like vanilla and flowers. It drives me wild. Reaching back, I find the clasp of her bra and give it a flick. I’m surprised it opens so quickly, considering I haven’t done a blind remove in over three years. It falls to the floor, but I keep my eyes locked on hers. She’s breathing hard, and I’m lost in those big green, trusting orbs.
Finally, my need overcomes, and my eyes drop down. She’s absolutely perfect and steals the very breath from me. “Hell, Lena, you’re…so fucking beautiful.”
“I do believe you’re wearing entirely too much clothing, Mr. Cruz,” she sasses, gazing up at me in challenge.
I’m unable to deny either one of us any longer. I keep my eyes locked on hers as I toe off my dress shoes, slip out of my tuxedo jacket, and toss it over in the corner. I remove the cuff links and set them beside the monitor before removing my tie. With each button I release on my shirt, I see her eyes following my movements until I’ve reached my shirttails and rip them from my pants.
“You know,
