“I’ll find that one out as well.”
His head lifted as a knock sounded on the door. A second later Keiley stepped into the office.
Mac almost grinned at the way she was dressed. He hadn’t seen her covered so well in their home since he had married her. Not that the summer soft cotton pants and loose shirt detracted from the lush curves beneath them. The buttoned top draped over her br**sts with a soft touch, inviting a man to find out what lay beneath it. The pants were just loose enough to hide her rounded thighs and hint at the soft cleft between them.
“I’m putting dinner on,” she announced. “Is there anything in particular that you have a taste for?”
From the corner of his eye he caught the sudden flare of lust in Jethro’s expression and the unusual tightening of his lips as his friend held back what Mac was certain would be a less-than-decent suggestion. The sight of the heated blush rushing beneath her cheeks assured him that Keiley hadn’t missed it, either.
“Pervert,” she muttered under her breath.
Wicked amusement lit Jethro’s eyes as he turned to her more fully. “I resemble that remark.”
She rolled her eyes before turning back to Mac. “Restrain him.”
Mac arched a brow. “I’d much rather restrain you, but only after dinner.”
“Fine, you can eat whatever I fix.”
“Keiley.” His voice was harder, darker, as she turned to leave, and he knew it. He heard it in his own voice, but her reaction was much more telling.
She froze, an almost imperceptible shudder working up her spine before she turned back to him.
Her expression had his balls drawing tight in his jeans. Her lashes had drifted lower, her lips appeared fuller, and a flush that had nothing to do with embarrassment darkened her cheeks.
“What?” A little frown also creased her brow as he stared back at her.
“Come here.” It wasn’t a request.
Her eyes narrowed as she glanced between him and Jethro.
She gave him a ladylike snort and said, “In your dreams.”
With that she turned and closed the door firmly behind her nicely rounded little rear.
Mac almost jerked from the sudden tension that tore through his body at her deliberate challenge. His teeth clenched with an arousal so hot, spiking so hard, that he swore he was on the verge of release.
He stood slowly from the chair, staring at the door with a sense of anticipation.
“I want all the blinds closed through the house,” he told Jethro softly. “Then join us in the kitchen.”
His entire body was tight now, his control fraying by the second. All he could think about was holding her, restraining her, controlling that sweet, hot little body while he and Jethro worked her toward a pleasure she couldn’t imagine. Keiley wasn’t going to cook dinner tonight. They could order out later. Much later.
10
Keiley sensed she had just offered a dare that there wasn’t a chance in hell Mac would refuse. She had seen it in his face that second as she glanced back before closing the door. In an instant the taut, savage angles of an expression tight with lust was clearly revealed.
He had warned her not to awaken the animal inside him, but she had done it anyway. Deliberately? She couldn’t say. She knew her nerves were stretched to the limit, and her awareness of the two men in the same room had heightened the nervous arousal building within her all day.
She breathed in roughly as she heard Mac’s office door close. Steeling herself, she turned to the kitchen entrance, watching as he stalked into the room.
“Come here.” He crooked his finger, beckoning her toward him.
“Why?” Keiley retreated further into the kitchen, her breathing escalating as she stared at the conquering lover she knew he was.
The gray shirt he wore stretched across his chest and shoulders, skimmed his tight, hard abs before it disappeared into the leather-cinched snug jeans he wore.
The leather was coming off. His hands worked the belt buckle, loosening it slowly as she backed away from him slowly.