The material slid over her breasts and down her torso, and Jenna sat up, wrapping her arms around her waist in some vain attempt to keep herself covered.
“Lift your hips,” he said, continuing to pull the material down.
In no time, he slid the cover-up down her bare legs and tossed it to the side. Jenna clenched her teeth, blinking back the burn of tears threatening to spill.
“Look at me.”
Jenna pulled in a breath and turned to Mac. As he kept his eyes on hers, he gently eased her arms away from her body. “Hiding such beauty should be a crime.”
When he said these things in such a convincing way, Jenna believed him. Mac kept secrets regarding his business at times, but he’d never flat-out lied to her face. Was he being sincere? Why did this tender moment feel so intimate, so raw and...real?
“I’m a heavy girl,” she told him, still holding his gaze. “I know what I look like in a suit, Mac.”
“If you know how stunning, sexy and intriguing you look, then we’re on the same page.” His smile nearly killed her. He wasn’t mocking, he was flirting.
Mac. The good-time guy with a mysterious side.
When he smoothed his hand over her knee and up her thigh, Jenna tensed again.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked.
With a shrug, his eyes darted to where his hand traveled across her skin. “Being affectionate. What if someone is watching? What if someone can see us, but we can’t see them?”
Right. The charade. But as his fingertips continued their path up and down her bare leg, Mac leaned in and kissed her shoulder.
“Mac—”
“Jenna,” he murmured against her skin.
He kissed her again, higher on her shoulder this time, and Jenna couldn’t stop the instinctive reaction as she tipped her head to the side, silently pleading for more of his touch.
Whatever he was doing felt absolutely amazing. For right now, she didn’t care if someone was watching, she didn’t care if she was sitting here in only her plain, old, black, one-piece suit. What she did care about was how Mac made her feel beautiful with his touch, with words that were from his heart.
When he slid his hand from her leg, up over her stomach, she stiffened slightly until he kept going. Continuing his trail over her breast, her collarbone and finally her jaw, Mac turned her face toward his and captured her mouth.
Jenna would never get used to this. Each time he kissed her, all three times now, seemed like the first. Nerves swirled around in her stomach, excitement and arousal kicked into high gear and she completely lost all touch with reality. Mac knew what he was doing and he knew he could kiss her anytime he wanted.
No, she didn’t want to get hurt at the end of all of this, but she couldn’t tell him no right now, either. Call her a masochist, she didn’t care. How could she care about anything when Mac’s hand slid into her hair, his other hand wrapping around her waist as he shifted his body and leaned into her?
Jenna laid a hand on his chest to steady herself. That hard muscle beneath her palm had her curling her fingertips into him, wanting more, greedily trying to take it.
Mac’s lips slid over hers. There was so much power, so much dominance radiating from him. The complete and utter control on his part was a turn-on...something she never thought she’d be attracted to.
“Let me take you back to the bungalow,” he muttered against her lips. “Let’s finish what we started the other night.”
He tipped her head back, kissing a path along her jawline, then back toward her ear. That warm breath sent shivers racing all over her body.
“My word. You two are heating up the beach.”
Jenna jerked away from Mac, but he kept his hold around her waist and threw a smile over her shoulder. Her mother’s elated tone had Jenna cringing.
“Good morning, Mary.”
Seriously? Did this not faze him at all? They’d been caught making out by her mother and he was acting as if they’d run into each other in the milk aisle at the grocery store.
Jenna twisted, eyed her cover-up mere feet away and glanced at her mother. “Morning, Mom.”
Her mother’s crooked grin spoke volumes.
“You two may want to head back to your bungalow,” she said with a wink. “Young love can be a bit spontaneous, can’t it?”
“That it can,” Mac agreed.
He stood and extended a hand to help Jenna up. She grabbed her cover-up and let Mac pull her to her feet. Jenna held the material in front of her as she stared back at her still-smiling mother.