she’d wrung every blessed drop from him, and then he fell to his side, panting.
“Damn, girl.”
Macy slid alongside him, fitting as if she’d been made to go there. He wrapped her in his arms and struggled to catch his breath and fight off thoughts like that one. With the warmth of her silken skin seeping into his, though, it was a losing battle.
“What?” she asked innocently.
“You’re supernatural.”
For a second, her little teeth sank into his shoulder, making chills skitter across his chest. “It’s all you,” she said sweetly and kissed away the sting she’d left.
He couldn’t wait one more minute to feel those swollen lips on his. Tilting her face up, he captured her mouth and rolled her on her back, intent on kissing her for the rest of the night if he could. She trembled and cradled him against the curves and slopes of her body, running the sole of her foot up his leg, stroking his back and scoring it lightly with her nails. Fuck, she was exquisite. Her little whimpers resounded in his head. Another couple of minutes, and he’d be ready for yet another round of her. Who was he kidding about fighting his feelings? He wanted her every fucking way he could have her.
By half past four, Macy was beginning to think he’d never let her sleep again. And that was fine with her. But since they’d kicked up a good appetite with the workout they’d given each other, she was almost glad when he dragged her near-lifeless body from the bed to scrounge up something to eat. It was a chance to look around his house too.
Wearing the shirt he’d worn to dinner, which reached well past mid-thigh on her, she roamed around his living room while he rifled through the cabinets in the kitchen. On the mantel were several framed family photos, and she had to grin when she saw one of Seth in his younger days. Finally, a picture where he wasn’t flipping off the camera. He was dressed as if on a beach vacation, with his arm around a petite blonde with his same smile and dark eyes. His sister, maybe? Stephanie? She was cute. And Seth…he looked a hundred percent different with hair. She’d been right in her assessment: it was dark brown, thick and even sported a bit of curl. A couple tattoos peeked from under his T-shirt sleeves, but nothing like what he had now.
No doubt about it, he’d been a doll then and he still was now, just…a little scarier-looking doll.
The next photo to the right was obviously his parents. He looked like them both, and their big happy smiles almost brought tears to her eyes. Every little kid’s nightmare. She had the sudden urge to call her parents right then…though of course they would ask what she was smoking to call them at nearly five in the morning if she wasn’t dying.
Sweeping her gaze across some of the other pictures—more of him, his sister’s family and an older woman who could only have been his nana—she realized his brother must be absent from them all. No guy resembling him or near his age was to be seen anywhere.
“What are you up to in there?” he called from the kitchen.
“Just looking at your pictures.”
“Ugh. Don’t get too acquainted with that guy.”
“Who, you? I like that guy. Then and now.”
He chuckled and came into the living room bearing chips and a couple sandwiches on a plate. “I eat out a lot,” he told her apologetically. “It’s just me, so…”
“This is fine. Thanks.”
He put the stuff on the coffee table. “I forgot drinks. Hang on.”
She continued her perusal as he trotted back to the kitchen, moving to his massive CD collection. It took up an entire bookshelf. He’d even begun stacking rows on top of rows. Some of the band names…they made her cringe. “Oh my God.”
“What?” he asked, coming back in behind her.
“This stuff…” She started laughing. “You have it alphabetized.”
“Yeah, so?”
“I don’t know, I just find something funny about having your death metal in alphabetical order. Bringing order to chaos, I guess? I mean, God forbid you get Cannibal Corpse and…Cattle Decapitation out of order or something.” She turned to him, her eyes wide. “Cattle Decapitation? Seriously?”
“Don’t hate. There’s a lot I could say about that twangy yee-haw shit you listen to.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Yeah but nothing.”
“Fine.”
“If it makes you feel any better, that’s just stuff I’ve accumulated over the years. I don’t necessarily listen to it all the