“I’m not having sex with you tonight, Mackenzie.”
He thrummed his fingers on the granite, a devilish glint in his eye, a wicked smile on his mouth. “Maybe not,” he said casually. “But, Boston, we’ve got all summer. And though I’m not real big on the whole being patient thing, when it’s something I want, I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
I can’t do this with him.
“So why don’t we take our time and see where this goes? No strings. No expectations. Let’s just roll with it.”
Lily considered his words carefully, her pulse beating a rhythm she hadn’t felt since the last time she’d laid eyes on him. She wanted to pursue this. Whatever the hell this was.
“No strings?” she asked.
He shook his head and took a step closer. “Nope.”
“I call the shots?”
“I don’t mind a woman being in control. That’s kind of sexy.”
He bent his head and her lips parted, waiting for his mouth—wanting to feel him on her. Against her. In her.
Lily closed her eyes. She felt his heat invade every pore on her skin and just when she couldn’t stand the anticipation anymore…
Just when her hands started to creep upward, intent on burying themselves deep in hair at the back of his head…
He whispered against her ear and a whole new set of shivers rushed across her skin.
“Do you have any meat in the freezer?”
It took a moment for her to process his words, and she yanked her head back, annoyed at the grin on his face.
“Meat?”
“Steak maybe?” he asked with a nod toward the fridge. “I’m starving. Thought I’d barbecue us up something.”
Slowly she moved away from him. Already he thought he had the upper hand.
A thrill shot through Lily, and she let her eyes move down his bare torso until she rested them on the nice package between his legs. “I’ve got some meat.”
“Good. Do you want to get started?”
Hell, yes.
Lily nodded and moved aside. “After you, Mac.”
Now if she’d been thinking clearly, the grin on her face would have faded immediately, and she would have run away as far and as fast as she could. Because Lily St. Clare wasn’t in control.
She was so far from control that she wouldn’t know what control was if it bit her in the ass.
As it was, Lily pointed Mackenzie toward the fridge and headed outside, toward the deck and the grill. She missed the wicked smile on his face and the way he eyed her up, as if she was the tasty piece of meat he’d be having for dinner.
Lily St. Clare should have treaded lightly…
Because from the looks of it, Mackenzie Draper was hungry.
Chapter 9
“You do have a shirt, right?”
Mac glanced across the table at Lily. She looked annoyed. Maybe more than a little annoyed. Maybe kind of hot and bothered and annoyed. The thought made Mac smile, though he was careful to keep it hidden. He didn’t want to piss her off, but he sure as hell liked getting under her collar.