Mac came back into the room less than a minute after he’d left.

“You found them.”

He didn’t answer, just dropped the box on the counter, stared at me with light green eyes full of lust, and cupped my face in his hands. There wasn’t even time to take a breath before he covered my mouth with his. Of course, even if I had drawn in air, he would’ve stolen it.

His kiss was…indescribable.

I think maybe I experienced hunger something like this—just about a hundred shades paler. That was after giving up sweets, sugar, chocolate, all of it, for six months while trying to lose weight to fit into a dress for a friend’s wedding.

It wasn’t worth it.

Gorging on salted caramel ice cream every night for a week straight after the wedding?

That was worth it.

This kiss was like that, just more voracious.

He sank into me, tongue and teeth, and I whimpered as I gave into him, unable to do anything else.

One of his sure hands freed my hair from the loose ponytail I’d twisted it into. I moaned when he combed the thick, heavy mess down, massaging my scalp as if he knew how much the weight of it got to me. His tongue licked at the roof of my mouth while the fingers of his hand slowly combed, then tangled in my hair, wrapping the long strands of it around his fingers until he had total control of my head.

When he tilted his head to look down at me, my heart was already racing.

“You sure you want this, pretty angel?”

Something about the way he said it made me wonder if he was using my name or just an endearment. It didn’t matter. I didn’t want to be Angel Halliwell in that moment. I just wanted to be a woman in a dark, impersonal room in some Vegas hotel, alone with a man who was turning my blood to something hot, sweet and thick.

“Damn sure,” I said, curling my arm around his neck and tugging his mouth back to mine. “Kiss me again, Mac. I really like it when you kiss me.”

So, he did.

Again, and again.

His hands slid up to tug at my panties until I was naked under my dress. But he wasn’t stopping there. In between hot, wicked kisses and torrid, teasing caresses, he slipped the spaghetti straps of my dress down and freed me from the torment that was supposedly a comfort fit strapless bra.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, catching the stretchy material of the dress and dragging it away until I was completely bare.

It seemed like only seconds had passed since we’d come inside and now I sat naked in front of him on the long, lavish dining room table in front of a bank of windows. He straightened and stared down at me.

In the near darkness, I couldn’t fully make him out, but the glint of his eyes brought a prickle of awareness to my skin. I wanted the lights on, wondered if he’d think I was a freak if I asked. But I wanted to see him, wanted to study the high arch of his cheekbones, take in the shadows beneath.

I had no chance to ask. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me again.

Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I shoved upward, desperate to feel skin. He accommodated me by pulling back and tearing the shirt away. When he came back to me, I groaned at the feel of his skin, hot and smooth against mine.

One big hand grasped the curve of my ass and lifted me up. “I want to fuck you now. If you’re going to change your mind, Angel, now is the time.”

“I’m not changing my mind.”

In the darkness, he studied me.

A moment later, he pushed away and knelt over me. I heard paper tearing—the box of rubbers being ripped open. Foil—the condom. It only took seconds, I know, but too much time passed before he came back to me and I whimpered at the feel of him pressing between my thighs. He was thick and full and so hard. And God, tears burned my eyes as he thrust in, filling me completely without hesitation.

“Fuck!” he snarled out, bracing both of his hands next to my head on the table.

I hissed in a breath, torn between recoiling and arching up to meet him.

“Am I hurting you?” Mac demanded.

“I…” A shudder rolled through me. At some point, I’d grabbed for his biceps, and now my nails bit into his flesh. “I don’t know.”

He shuddered against me. “I…fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Angel, please tell me this isn’t your first time.”

“It’s not.” Sucking in air desperately, I fought to adjust to the fullness of him. There was pleasure there, hot and bright, lingering just beyond the pain. I could feel it, and it was so, so sweet. Experimenting with my position, I lifted up a bit. The pain slashed at me again. I gasped this time. “I…it’s not. Just…maybe I need a minute…”

Instead of answering, he laid a hand on my cheek.

I didn’t realize I’d shed a couple of tears until he stroked away the wetness on my cheek.

“I’d give you a thousand, but I feel like I’m going to come just being inside you,” he said, voice softer. “Let me…”

He shifted, lifting his weight away and reaching down.

Instinctively, I’d tensed. But that melted away as soon as he began to stroke me, callused and rough fingers circling around my clit with an expertise that could put any sex toy developer to shame.

A moan escaped me.

“That’s it,” he murmured, mouth rubbing against mine. “Pretty, sweet angel…”

His voice, raw and low and hypnotic, carried me away as surely as his touch did and when he began to thrust inside me, it brought nothing but sheer, molten pleasure this time.

I was the one who began to rock to meet him this time.

I drove my heels into the table and moved harder, faster. Or I tried to. Mac bore my hips back to the table and tangled a hand in my hair. “Shhh…shhh…” he said against my lips. “No hurry, pretty Angel.”

And something in his voice said he was talking to me now.

It wasn’t just some off-the-cuff endearment.

And that made it okay.

Turning my mouth to his, I whispered, “Please…don’t make me wait.”

Then I flicked my tongue against his lips.

His body stiffened.

A raw, low groan escaped him.

I clung to him as he began to slam into me quicker, rougher.

Pleasure battered me, consumed me.

Until it exploded around us. Not just for me, but him too.

We came. Together. And I felt him pulse inside me just as I clamped down around him. Hot, vivid bursts of color exploded behind my eyes. Unable to control it, I sank my teeth into the thick, dense pad of muscle atop his shoulder.

He whispered my name.

Over and over.

Angel… Angel… Angel…