Page 51 of Under the Radar

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Mo’s hair sat on top of her head in a messy bun, and she wore his shirt and socks. She looked like a decadent treat the concierge god had delivered to his suite. Too bad she wasn’t his nightly turndown treat. She’d be way better than a couple of chocolates and a swan-shaped towel.

She is a handful.Heaven help him. The knot in his chest wasn’t the prime rib and horseradish sandwich he’d just eaten, but a growing sense of possessiveness swirling through his gut with increased frequency. If she was his, he’d unclip her hair and watch in fascination as it cascaded across her shoulders. He’d grasp her hand and lick her lemon and powdered sugar covered fingers one at a time until she’d lean in to claim his lips. He’d slide his hand over her derriere and discover if the naughty du jour was bikini, thong, lace, satin, or the smoothers she favored when she wore a dress. He liked them all. He drummed his itchy fingers on the tablecloth.

I’ll keep my hands to myself tonight.

Just because he thought sweaty sex was a spectacular release after a tense day of warring with an enemy didn’t mean Mo would agree. She’d been pummeled by the ocean, frightened out of her wits, and had run a mile-and-a-half in flip flops. She’d had enough physical exertion.

“You’re pensive. What are you thinking about?” Mo stared at him over the floral rim of a mug of decaf Lady Gray tea.

He didn’t dare answer the question honestly. Tonight would be about her needs. He’d wait. “I’m glad you went to the medical suite and saw the doctor. It’s good to know you don’t have broken ribs or a concussion.”

“Not to worry. I took some pretty bad spills when I used to water ski, although, the gash from climbing the fence at Nimby’s burns, and the tetanus shot hurts like a bugger.” Mo absent-mindedly rubbed the muscle on her thigh.

He eyed her with interest. Come to Papa, sweetheart. I’ll make it all better.

“Do you still want to watch a movie?” Mo stifled a yawn. “The food made me a little sleepy, but I’m game if you are.”

“Let’s watch the movie until one of us falls asleep. The other one can turn it off.” He tapped the play button. She’d be asleep in five minutes, and he’d go out on the balcony with a beer and the cigar he’d bought at the gift shop while Mo was in X-ray. He’d text Hugh. That was a good Plan B, although his dick was still clamoring for Plan A. Sorry, stallion.

Mo moved her tea to the bedside table and leaned back on a few pillows. She wouldn’t last long. He could tell by the little circles under her eyes.

Mac strode to the bed. Mo had removed his shirt and replaced it with a white tank that showed just how tan she’d become in the past few days. He glimpsed a blue satin thong and shoved an extra pillow over his raging erection after he stretched out on top of the covers. He loved her satin things. She tossed his socks on a nearby chair, snuggled up to him, and rested her head on his chest as the main attraction started.

She was asleep before the opening credits finished. He gently laid her head on a plump pillow, covered her shoulder with the blanket, and turned off the lights. As he slipped through the drapes, he paused to watch her. A thin shaft of moonlight illuminated her face, and he smiled. What would her dimples look like when she was forty, fifty? He’d count himself the luckiest man alive to know.

A half hour later, he stole through the darkness, brushed his teeth and crawled into bed. Hugh was still scouring the emergency rooms for gunshot wounds, and the warmth from the swallow of bourbon Mac had chosen instead of the beer had done its job. Sleep invited him as he slipped an arm under Mo and spooned with her. Spooning was underrated. In this position, he had access to every sexy bit of flesh he desired. Even his Johnson found a place to snuggle in the warm juncture of her thighs. Maybe he wasn’t as tired as he thought.

No—he’d behave.

Mac rested a hand on her blue satin backside and traced the outline again and again while considering the curves and dips of her body. Mo had more than her share of meandering valleys and peaks. He’d enjoyed feasting on nearly every luscious part but one. She’d casually mentioned that it didn’t feel all that good. How any man could muck-up oral sex was beyond him. Prick was probably too rough.

He’d wait. One of these days, she’d be ready, and he’d blow her mind with his exceptional talent in that area. His cock stiffened at the prospect, and he rested his hand on her hip.

Her elbow nudged him in the ribs. “Wow.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He gave her thigh a pat.

“Please don’t stop.” Mo snuggled backward into the curve of his body.

“Hmm?”

“I’m on fire. Don’t stop.” She pulled on his hand and set it on her satin-clad mons. “Keep doing that, I’ve never burned quite like this before—it’s marvelous.” She sighed.

He lifted his head off the pillow. “Really?” His voice had turned to gravel. He trailed moist kisses across her shoulder and resumed his gentle swirl and trace pattern on the blue satin. “Like this?”

She answered with a small gasp. “Oh, my heavens, yes.” She ground her hips into his groin.

He slid his hand under the satin thong. She was honey slick and warm. His blood thundered in his ears as he stroked through her folds, increasing the pressure ever so slightly with each pass. His other hand found one of her nipples and his mouth teased the other.

“I can’t wait, Mac. It’s so good.” She arched her back and let out the cutest series of high-pitched cries and collapsed on the bed. “The best, Mac, the best.” She clamped her thighs around his hand. “Freaking amazing hand you’ve got there.”

Amused, he leaned in for a lingering kiss. Her thighs held his hand in place. She’d come so hard that his hand was soaked and glazed. A bonus he intended on using to his advantage. He moved his pinkie finger in her folds and toyed with her nipples with his other hand.

“The first time was so good, I don’t know if I can again,” she murmured while massaging his butt cheek. “I didn’t ask for this tonight because, you know, you were shot at today. That was demanding enough.”

My perfect mate.All she’d needed was a little nap after a hard day of survival. He nuzzled her neck and swirled his pinkie.