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Willa thought of little else than her conversation with Mandy while she was waiting for Mac to get to her home that evening. There was no question Mandy and John were happy and deliriously in love, but she just couldn’t imagine submitting to anyone… even Mac.
She heard a knock on the door before hearing it open and Mac calling, “Willa?”
“In the kitchen. I’ve got my hands in pasta dough, come on in.”
Mac had been to her home several times. She had remodeled the original homestead to have an open floor plan and two large bedrooms with attached baths, plus an additional half bath. Every feminine part of her body responded to his almost overwhelming masculinity when he wandered in. The man really was arresting.
While they had yet to have sex, Willa had already learned the man knew how to kiss and hold a woman’s body, so his hands could explore, and he left no question of the marshal’s level of arousal or endowment.
“You actually make that stuff?” he said, watching her put the dough through the pasta maker.
“Yes, as I’ve told you before, nothing good comes out of cardboard boxes from the grocery store.”
“Hmm,” he said, making his way around the large center island, “hands all sticky from dough and looking beautiful. My daddy didn’t raise no fools.” Coming around behind her, he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck.
“Careful, I’m liable to get your nice Italian weave shirt all messy,” she teased, leaning back against him but continuing to work with the dough.
“I’ll risk it,” he said, waiting for her to pause before turning her around and drawing her close. “Something smells good.”
“It’s the pesto.”
“No, it isn’t,” he said before bringing his mouth down to hers for a leisurely kiss that was both expiatory and passionate.
He kept one hand behind her head while the other left her waist, traveling down her spine to cup her ass and pull her in. The marshal was most definitely interested in moving their relationship to the next level… so was Willa.
Lifting her mouth from his, as far as he would let her, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Willa molded her body to his hard frame, sighing as she did so. Her nipples were pebbled and aching for his touch, and while he might not know it, she was wet and wildly aroused. Mac’s knee pressed against the juncture of her legs, and she found herself astride his hard thigh, the length of him throbbing with the same intensity as the blood pounding through her veins.
Once more, his mouth descended to cover hers. His tongue probed past the recesses of her mouth, inviting her tongue to dance with hers. Need and desire sparked through her system, and she returned the kiss with an equal passion. Willa rubbed up against him, her nipples grazing his chest through their shirts and rubbing the space between her legs along his thigh. He nibbled her bottom lip before withdrawing.
“We need to talk, Willa.”
“No, Mac, we don’t. Kiss me again.”
He chuckled. “Much as I want to, I think we need to discuss where we’re going.”
“Oh, God, can we not have a state of our relationship talk? Just fuck me, Mac, and if you don’t want to do that, then at least kiss me again.”
“You’re standing far too close to me to know it isn’t a question of whether I want you. Hell, if I’d given in to my baser instincts, I’d have had you bent over the tailgate of your pickup the first night we met.”
“Really?” she teased seductively. “That sounds like fun.”
He chuckled, a low, rumbling noise that always turned her insides to hot, molten caramel.
“You’re a naughty minx, Willa Reynolds, but you need to know I don’t spend my time hopping from one woman’s bed to another.” He tried to pull away.
“I never thought you did,” she said, refusing to relinquish her hold. “But we’ve been seeing each other for a couple of weeks, and frankly, Marshal McDaniel, I’m tired of cold showers and my vibrator.”
This time he laughed out loud and pulled her in, his hand descending to swat her backside. She wasn’t sure how he expected her to react, but bumping his groin with her pelvis while drawing his mouth back down to hers probably wasn’t it. She wasn’t expecting when his mouth slanted across hers, he’d swat her again, this time with decidedly more sting. In retaliation, she bit him.
His hand connected a third time, causing her to rise up on her tiptoes from the pain that blossomed all across her backside as well as the impetus of the swat.
“Rule one, don’t bite me unless I’m hammering you so hard, you can’t think of anything else to do.”
“You think you’re going to dictate rules to me?” she snarled.
