The Day He Kissed Her (Bad Boys of Crystal Lake 3)

Sweet Jesus, his mouth should be patented.

“What was that?” he asked, pushing her hair out of the way so he could get to her earlobe.

“Mackenzie, if you keep—”

Holy. Mother. Of. God.

His warm tongue slid just inside her ear, and his other hand dug into her hip so that she felt his erection pressing into her butt.

“You were saying?” he whispered, blowing hot air on her now-wet earlobe. Red-hot desire forked down her body, and of course, her nipples were saying hello. Hell, they were as hard as rocks, begging for his attention. And she didn’t want to think about what was going on between her legs, because the urge to squirm and press the palm of her hand into her crotch—or anything for that matter—was so strong she was sure that she whimpered.

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; Lily blew out a hot breath. Was it always going to be like this? Was she always going to be a slave to his delicious mouth and wonderful hands?

Or would it pass?

“Mackenzie, please stop.” She pushed him, and with a chuckle, he let her go, though he sidled alongside her and reached into the car for the box of food.

“This smells great, Boston.”

She smiled, a shaky sort of thing, but she’d never cooked for anyone before, and his praise made her feel…special. Special was warm and full and intimate. God, if she could bottle special, she’d be rich, wouldn’t she?

She shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal even though it was huge. “I have no idea how it tastes, but—”

He bent over and pressed his mouth to hers, a quick, soft caress that nevertheless made her knees go weak.

“Darlin’, if it tastes half as good as you do, I’ll be one happy man.” His eyes went soft, their green depths like liquid clover. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Four simple words.

And suddenly special took on a whole new meaning.

Her heart kinda sorta stopped. So did her breathing. A lump the size of Texas filled her throat and just when she managed to clear it and say something—anything to get her past this unfamiliar feeling—Liam stepped forward.

“Are you guys gonna suck face all night? It’s kinda gross.”

Lily couldn’t help herself; she started to giggle and then a wide smile claimed Mac’s mouth as he hefted the box into his arms and turned to his nephew.

“We’re done sucking face.”

Liam shoved his hands into his front pockets. “Good.”

“For now,” Mac continued as he led the way down the path to the cottage. Lily’s eyes feasted on the sight of his wide shoulders, muscular back, and, damn, those old, faded cargo shorts were dangerously close to exposing what she knew was one hell of a butt. God, he probably wasn’t wearing any—“I know you’re staring at my ass,” Mac said over his shoulder.

Wait. What?

Liam snorted and shot a look her way before running ahead of his uncle and disappearing inside.

“I was not,” she began and froze when he turned back to her. The man could stop traffic with that face and smile, and at the moment, he seemed to have stopped not only her heart but all rational thought.

“It’s okay. You can admit it,” he said with a wicked grin. “And, Boston?”

Mouth dry, she was barely able to get an answer out. “What?”

He opened the door and motioned her closer. Hesitantly, she inched forward, and when she so close that she felt his body heat right through her top, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Just so you know, I’m rocking the whole commando thing.”

Okay. Even though her heart was beating erratically, damn near out of her chest, Lily shrugged and walked into the cottage.