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The challenge in her sister’s posture and the intense gaze of those soulful brown eyes let Letty believe that Cleo knew the answer already.
Tearing her gaze away, Letty saw Mac walk discreetly out of the ballroom, his eyes briefly on her for a breath of a second.
Biting her bottom lip, she was unable to hide the heat that she felt rising in her cheek.
It was time.
Rising, Letty brushed imaginary lint from her gown.
“No, it doesn’t.”
CHAPTER 4
Holding her head high, Letty weaved through the stifling ballroom, heading toward the ladies’ retiring room. Avoiding eye contact with anyone who would try to stop her from reaching Mac, she pretended to be in urgent need.
Noticing movement to her right, Letty saw Baron Oakfield heading toward her, a determined look on his pompous face. She whirled around quickly, practically running away from the penniless baron. It was no secret that he was in need of a wealthy wife, but unfortunately for him, Letty would not be said wife.
Reaching the safety of the long hall, she released a sigh of relief, turning right instead of left away from the ladies’ retiring room. The light taps of her footsteps and the distant playing of music were the only sounds in the deserted hallway filled with portraits of past generations.
Her heart crashed repeatedly in her chest. The rush of excitement running through her veins was so fierce it threatened to explode inside of her. Letty had never done anything so invigorating in her life; their clandestine meetings when he stayed at her estate weren’t, quite so secretive…forbidden.
Her eager feet ran to him, everything within her alight with need. When Letty reached the end of the hall, the door opened, and Mac’s gray eyes captured hers. There was a thrill inside of her, sitting low in her abdomen, ready to consume her whole, and she loved it.
Letty wanted more of it, for as long as she could have it.
Mac’s large hand reached out, slipped around her waist, and pulled Letty into the dark room. Moonlight shone in from the windows, setting everything aglow with possibility.
There was no time to observe her surroundings as strong lips captured hers in a searing kiss. Letty melted into him as her back was pressed against the door, officially closing it, sealing them in the shadowy darkness. Her fingers pulled at the silky strands of his hair as her breath came out in harsh pants.
It was the most perfect torture she had ever known. She opened to him, loving how he devoured her. This was what it was like to be so ablaze with desire for another person. Strong lips traveled down her neck, and she gasped for sweet breath as Mac nipped and sucked, forcing sparks to leap through her. Letty let out a deep moan of pleasure, her head falling back against the door with a light thud. She couldn’t stop the sounds coming from her throat even if she wanted to, and she truly didn’t. What she wanted was more, more of him, of the wicked feeling he was giving her.
Her core throbbed, and she couldn’t stop herself from pressing against his protruding member, needing to relieve the excruciating ache piercing through her womanhood.
“Dear God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered his lips trailing back up her neck, ghosting over her chin until they have hovered over her lips.
His large hands cupped her face, staring deep into her eyes.
“I thought these feelings you incited in me were an illusion,” she said, her breath ragged, her voice needy.
It was real, everything about him was, and that simple fact filled her with complete joy.
He gripped her nape, pressing his forehead to hers as he shook his head.
“Does this feel like an illusion, temptress?” he asked, his nose brushing against hers.
She shook her head, giggling at the pet name, everything in her roaring with an uncontrollable need for him. It was glorious. “No, it feels real,” she whispered, feeling the truth deep in her soul.
Standing on her toes, Letty crashed her mouth to his in a dominating kiss. He pulled her closer, lifting her off the ground and taking her deeper into the room. His hard body pressed into hers as he lowered them onto a sofa. The weight of him felt magnificent as he took control of the kiss, his hands roaming the curves of her body, touching her where no one had ever been.
In that moment, she knew she would never want anyone else.
“Six months is too long to wait for you,” Letty said her fingers combing through his dark locks.
“I’m never going to let you go again. Do you hear me, Letty?” His hand wrapped in her hair, his gaze unmoving, full of honesty.
Fear crawled through her at allowing him in and giving up her hopes and dreams. It was too late to turn back—she was painfully aware that she couldn’t walk away from Mack Meriweather.
Cleo was right, Letty deserved to be happy, and Mac made her happy.