Page 32 of Mac (Demented Souls #7)

Mac didn't know what to say to that, so he slid a single slice onto a plate and pushed it across the bar to her, then pulled two onto a plate for him. He took his plate and the cheese around to set them on the counter beside her before going back to the fridge.

"Want something to drink?"

"Water sounds good."

He fixed them both drinks and took them when he went back to his chair beside her. He started to sit down then noticed she was almost through with her pizza.

"Here, let me get you another." He reached to take her plate, but she tugged it out of his reach.

"Sit. Eat your own dinner. When I'm ready I'll get my own pizza. You don't have to wait on me like that."

Mac frowned at her to let her know he didn't like her bossing him around but sat anyway.

They finished eating and settled in on his back porch to watch the sunset.

After a while, Elyse seemed to be dozing off.

Mac resisted the urge to carry her home instead of waking her.

Somehow, he didn't think she would take being carried across the yard well.

Plus, when they got to her door, he'd either have to wake her to unlock the door or dig through her pockets to find her keys. Neither really appealed to him.

" A thasgaidh," he spoke softly. Elyse stirred but didn't wake. "A thasgaidh," he spoke a little louder.

"Huh? What?" She blinked and sat up, pulling away from where she'd been leaning against him.

Mac instantly felt the loss and regretted her moving."You're falling asleep. Why don't I take you home? I’ll miss you next to me, but you need your rest."

She mumbled something but he didn't understand what as she tried to stand but stumbled. Mac caught her before she hit the ground, wrapping his hands around her hips and keeping her steady.

"Whoa there. Let's try that again." He held on until she was stable on her feet. "Feel better?"

Elyse nodded and he released his hold but kept a close eye on her. They went inside and Mac walked her to the door, intending to walk her to her own, then come back but her voice stopped him.

"Come home with me."

Mac blinked, his mind taking a moment to shift gears. "You sure?"

She stared up at him with long lashes framing her wide golden eyes and nodded. Mac's better senses told him he should send her home alone, but those wide eyes made him want to do anything to please her.

"All right. Give me a minute to grab a couple things.

" He gathered a few things, clean clothes, his keys, his weapon and phone, then followed Elyse out.

He locked his door and turned to follow her.

By the time he made it to her place, she'd already unlocked the door and all he had to do was follow her inside.

"You can put your stuff in the bedroom." She waved toward the bedroom where they'd spent the night before, and two more before that, and headed for the kitchen.

Mac carried his things into the bedroom and left everything but his phone on the nightstand.

His phone went in his pocket. He'd encouraged her to come to bed, but if she wasn't quite ready, that was okay too, because at least here he could carry her in without as many issues if he needed to.

He didn't want to have to. There were much more pleasant ways to end up in bed with her, and he could only hope she had similar ideas.

He went back out to the living room to see what her plans were and found her coming back through, a pair of water bottles in one hand.

"I thought you might get thirsty. I sometimes do." She yawned and covered it with the back of one hand. "I'm sorry. I just can't keep my eyes open. I wish I were a better host."

"I knew you were tired when I agreed to come.

" He didn't say that he was hoping she wasn't too tired for a little bit of fun.

He thought that might be why she'd asked him to stay, but then again, maybe she just wanted him close.

He didn't mind that but damn, sex with her was amazing and he wanted more.

But he was too aware that she was still recovering to ask. He would wait and see how things went.

"Thanks." He took the water bottle she offered and turned to follow her back into the bedroom. She set her bottle on the bedside table, along with her phone then turned and went back out and into the bathroom.

"I'll be right out; you can climb in without me."

Mac blinked and stared in her direction, even though there was no way he'd be able to see her through the wall.

Instead of saying what he was thinking, he stripped off his shirt before toeing off his shoes and dropping them beside the bed.

He was still standing beside the bed in his jeans when she returned.

He glanced up then looked back when he realized what she wore.

Or didn't. It was a tiny dress that barely covered the apex of her thighs with peekaboo lace and did nothing to hide her gorgeousbreasts since the cups surrounded them but left the mounds themselves bare, as if offering them up for worship.

He'd be more than happy to do exactly that.

Without realizing what he was doing he closed the distance between them, hooked an arm around her waist and tugged her close.

It was only when his mouth covered hers in a hot, needy kiss that he realized the low growl was coming from his own throat.

Her fingers curled into the tops of his arms as she pulled him closer, as if she couldn't get close enough. As if she needed more.

Mac lifted Elyse and carried her the short distance to the bed, where he lay her down. His gaze played down the length of her body.

"Damn, a thasgaidh, you are beautiful." The words were out as fast as he was aware of thinking them. He didn't have time to second guess himself, not with this kind of bounty offering itself.

The tips of her breasts stood as puckered peaks, enticing him to bend close for a taste.

He leaned in and covered one dusky tip with his lips.

Elyse's back arched, pressing her tits up to him as if silently begging for more.

Mac was unable to resist the temptation of her skin.

He didn't even try as he cupped one orb with a hand, his thumb playing over and over her sensitive nipple while his tongue and teeth teased the other.

Elyse's head fell back as a cry seemed to wrench itself from her throat. Her hands clawed at him, pulling him closer. Mac let his hands play along her body, wringing cries from her until she begged him to stop for a moment.

"Don't like it?" he asked as he gazed up along her body to her flushed face.

"Just the opposite. I liked it too much and I don't want it over too soon."

"That’s one of the beauties of the female body a thasgaidh , coming doesn't mean it's over."

A disbelieving noise came from the back of her throat. "I've heard that, of course, who hasn't?But I have a hard-enough time climaxing once. I've never been able to go more than that."

Mac lifted one brow and wondered who she'd been sleeping with all her life. "You realize men take statements like that as a challenge, right?"

"Not the ones I've been seeing."

"Then you've been seeing the wrong guys, or maybe boys would be a more accurate description."

"Maybe I have," her own brow cocked in return, "or maybe you just talk big too."

Mac let the low growl rumble through him as he stalked up her body.

She was pushing buttons, trying to goad him into proving her wrong.

And he fully intended to. But he wasn't about to let her think he was that easily manipulated.

By the time he finished with her tonight she would be begging him to stop.

Not because she wasn't ready for it to end but because she couldn't handle any more.

Before it had just been about them both enjoying themselves, now it was a matter of pride.

Her past relationships may have been selfish or unaware that she hadn't been getting everything she could from their encounters, but after tonight, Elyse would no longer believe multiple orgasms as a myth.

Mac played his hands, mouth and body over hers until she cried out in release, then he leaned back and watched the pleasure fade from her face before starting all over again.

By the time he was ready to let it end, Elyse lay sprawled on the bed, limp and exhausted, yet smiling in a way that made him feel ten feet tall.

One last orgasm, this time for them both and he'd let her rest.

When it was over, he collapsed beside her in a tired heap. He barely had the energy to pull her into his arms, but he managed.

A small sound jerked Mac from sleep into full alertness.

He knew in an instant someone else was in the house.

Quietly, he covered Elyse's mouth with his hand so she wouldn't speak or cry out as he woke her.

He felt her stiffen as she woke. Mac whispered, his voice barely more than a breath against her ear.

"Get into the closet and close the door as quietly as you can. Stay there until I come get you. Got it?" He felt her nod against his hand still covering her mouth.

Mac waited until the door rolled softly shut before sliding out of bed, taking his pistol from the bedside table and easing out of the bedroom. A clatter in the living room let him know where the intruder was. It was as if they weren't even trying to be quiet.

As mac reached the entryway to the living room, he scanned the opening but didn't see anyone.

Another noise told him whoever was in the house had moved on to the kitchen.

That didn't stop Mac from clearing the living room before moving on.

The last thing he needed was to end up with unfriendlies on both sides of him.

Especially when he had Elyse to worry about.

Mac crept through the living room, his weapon at the ready.

There was a light on in the kitchen that Mac was certain hadn't been on when they had gone to bed. It was dim and from the angle, Mac thought it might be coming from the refrigerator.