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you give a shit what Zapata’s men think,” he said slowly. “I do think you’re terrified of marriage, or maybe just commitment. It’s fine with me either way, since I have no intention of ever doing either. Now can we just put a time line on this fake engagement and be done with it?”
    Kelli nodded, squirming under the intensity of his stare, which was still masked by those damn sunglasses. “Fine. Six weeks. That way if something goes wrong—”
    “Nothing will go wrong.”
    “—if there are any hitches in the plan,” she said with an eye roll, “we won’t really be expected to get hitched.”
    “Fine. Now turn around.”
    The abruptness of the command startled her so much she complied without thinking, offering him her back. “What for?”
    “So I can help you.”
    She felt his hands graze her bare back above the fabric of the wedding dress, and her whole body began to hum with pleasure. He lifted her hair, baring her neck and the tops of her shoulders. His breath fanned her skin, and she shivered.
    “Oh,” she gasped as his fingers moved against her spine. She couldn’t tell what he was doing, but she hoped he did it for a very long time.
    “Definitely very sticky,” he murmured, his mouth closer to her neck than she’d realized. “Luckily, there’s a little extra room in here.”
    He moved one palm over her shoulder, stroking the sensitive flesh at the curve of her neck. Then he moved his hand down, fingertips brushing the tops of her breasts. She gasped as he slid one finger between them, stroking lightly. His breath was warm against her neck, and he skimmed his lips over the back of her ear.
    Kelli moaned and closed her eyes, melting into the sensation of Mac’s hands everywhere at once. He had two fingers between her breasts now, a tight squeeze that left her squirming to feel more of him. He curled the tip of one finger beneath her breast, caressing the soft underside as his teeth grazed the nape of her neck. She arched into him, breathing hard now as Mac stroked her, the pad of his finger just inches from her nipple.
    She gasped again as his right hand moved against her back, nudging her forward so her breasts spilled into his left palm. He squeezed softly, his fingers nimble and confident as he stroked and teased. Kelli gripped the door handle whimpered, wanting to feel those fingers everywhere at once. She pictured them moving between her legs, slipping inside her, probing her soft, wet—
    “There,” he said and pulled his hand from her dress.
    Kelli blinked. “What?”
    “I fixed the zipper. You just needed a little…adjusting.”
    She turned in her seat and gaped at him. “You groped me to unzip my dress?”
    “Usually I unzip a dress before I commence groping. Understandably, I had to alter my technique.”
    He gave her a satisfied grin and adjusted his sunglasses. It was obvious he knew he’d gotten to her, and part of her wanted to punch him for looking so smug.
    Most of her just wanted his hands on her again.
    Before she could reach for him, he reached for the car door instead.
    “Now that you’re taken care of, I need to run inside and grab a gun.”
    “A gun? What, are you robbing the place?”
    “No, if I were robbing the place, I would have said I was grabbing a gun and running inside.”
    “Good point.” Kelli licked her lips, still dazed from the feel of his hands on her body.
    “It’s a gun shop,” he said. “I’m just picking up a pistol I had serviced. You want to wait here, or come inside?”
    “I’ll wait here. I need a few minutes to uh—compose myself.”
    “That’s probably best. I’d rather not have to explain why I’m bringing a woman in a wedding gown into a gun shop.”
    “A wedding gown that’s likely to fall off, now that you’ve loosened the zipper.”
    “Pity I won’t be able to see that.” He smiled. “I’ll be back in two minutes. Hank’s parked right over there if you need anything.”
    With one last self-satisfied grin,