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Chapter 9
Mac stood beneath the steady flow of hot water. Steam filled the air as he braced his weight against the wall with his hand. Memories flooded his mind of his argument with Declan. His best friend had been right. In that short period of time, he’d let Sarena fill his thoughts and break his focus.
He’d tried his damnedest to get her out of his head. He’d tried to ignore the fact she lived next door. Close enough for him to walk over to her place and demand entrance, but he held himself back. He had to get the taste of her, or the sounds of her moans, from his mind.
Getting the call for the hostage situation had been a way for him to leave. It should have been an indicator of what a relationship with him would be like. He was always on call being a member of SWAT.
It was a demanding job that required many hours away from home. His unit not only served for the local police department but for the Feds as well. The last two days had been spent going through tactical training. To be the best, he and his team had to rack up countless hours of training to ensure they were top notch.
The days consisted of going through drills to practice and perfect their entry into buildings, sweeps, and takedowns. His body ached from the hand-to-hand combat drills. Declan, as usual, was his partner and hadn’t taken it easy on him. They were evenly matched in size and strength. They had gone at each other with a ferociousness that allowed them to pound out their frustrations. By the end of training, they were good and back to old pals. His team had ended the session with time at the shooting range.
As usual, Myles had showed them all up with his precision shooting. Mac was a spot-on shooter, but Myles had the eyes of cat and could hit targets at over five hundred yards.
The water pounded on his head as he stepped underneath the warm spray. Visions of Sarena’s caramel skin came to mind. He released a curse and tried to push it away, but his mind was playing tricks on him.
He closed his eyes, and the sight of her spread out on his bed woke the hunger for her again. His cock thickened with the thought of his tongue flicking her pink pearl that lay hidden in between her brown folds.
He released a growl as he connected his hand with his aching member. He stroked himself to the memory of his cock disappearing between her plump lips with her eyes locked on him. Her hot little mouth knew how to work him up into a frenzy that no woman had been able to do before.
He released a grunt and moved his hand faster. He gripped himself tight, closing his eyes, imagining all the ways he would love to take her but hadn’t got the chance to.
The memory of her eyes widening when he had proclaimed that he would have her everywhere came to mind. He knew she had been in a state of frustration when he’d left her on the porch that time. He’d read her face easily. She wanted him.
He’d had her, but it wasn’t enough. By the evidence of how hard his cock currently was for her, there was no way in hell he was done with her.
He pumped his fist faster, imagining his cock sliding into her tight channel, her legs wrapping around him as she threw her head back in ecstasy. His balls tightened, hot spurts of release shooting out. His eyes tightened, too, and he pumped a few more times, expelling his release. He paused, gripping his semi-hard length, and the realization hit him square in the chest.
Sarena belonged to him, in his bed, in his arms, and sliding down on his cock.
Damn the rules.
He leaned back and let the water rush over him. Determined, he quickly washed his body. Going against everything he had convinced himself of over the years, he would go to her. She was a smart woman and would understand what it would mean to be with a cop. They would take it one day at a time. No need to rush into anything.
He rinsed, shut the water off, then stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he stalked into his bedroom, trying to think of all the things he could say to Sarena to explain why he hadn’t called or had any contact with her. He grabbed a pair of sweats and threw them on. The sound of his doorbell floated through the air, and he finished toweling off his chest and ran it over his hair to dry it a little.
“Who the hell is that?” he muttered, glancing at the bedside clock.
It was a little after nine at night, and he wasn’t expecting anyone. He moved to his nightstand and pulled his Glock from the drawer, flipping off the safety and creeping to the top of his stairs. His bare feet flew down the steps as he made his way toward the front of his house.
He arrived at the door and pulled it open without looking. Whoever it was would be greeted by the nozzle of his Glock. Mac froze in place at the sight that met him.
“Well, is that how you normally greet your neighbor?” Sarena breathed, her gaze dropping down to the weapon in his grip. She propped her hand on the edge of the doorframe and settled the other on her hip.
He slowly took her in. She was the epitome of sexiness. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth as his eyes met hers.
He trailed his gaze down over her. Her thick hair fell around her shoulders in waves. She had a beige trench coat on that stopped mid-thigh. Her silky brown legs went on for miles and were put on display by her red high heels.
“Sarena,” he said, clearing his throat, his voice finally able to work. He shook his head to erase all the erotic images that were coming to mind.
“Are you going to invite me in, Marcas?”
Something about the way she said his name always had his heart skipping a beat. He usually went by Mac, never Marcas, but it felt right coming from her. She’d be the only person he’d allow call him by his first name besides his mother.
His eyes met hers again, and he pushed the door open and granted her entrance. She brushed past him with a small smile on her face. He shut the door behind her and turned to her. He leaned back against the door, unsure why she was there. He hadn’t called her, and here she was, standing in his entryway, dripping sex appeal.
“Are you going to hold on to the gun? It makes this a little awkward if you feel you need to be armed.” She cocked her eyebrow at him, nodding to the weapon in his hand.
He flipped the safety back on and pushed off the door.
