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Authors: Lora Leigh
Tags: Fiction, Erotic Literature
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heart. Jethro made them wary.
Mac knew how to show the gentleness inside him, whereas Jethro had never been able to temper the darkness enough to soften his dominance. Mac knew how to soften his dominance, and Jethro only knew how to pull away to hide his.
Mac had learned how to release the gentler emotions that filled him, whereas Jethro feared ever letting them go. At least, alone. Not without something he had come to rely on way too much. He had come to rely on Mac's ability to soften the fierce adoration he felt for his woman. It wasn't that Jethro didn't know how to care. He knew how to care.
And he knew how to fear it. Just as he knew how to drive away the women he cared for if Mac didn't temper that ferocity inside him.
What a pair they had made. Mac indulged his lovers, sometimes to the point that Jethro's dominance had kept them from walking all over him. And through it all, Mac had watched it with humor and with knowledge.
They had complemented each other, but would they do so again? For a moment, Jethro felt his guts cramp with the hunger and need that tore inside him. A hunger that went deeper and hotter than any he had ever known.
Keiley was his weakness. And hiding that from Mac was going to be hell. If the other man ever learned how much Jethro loved his wife, then there would never be a chance of Jethro touching her. Intimacy was one thing, but he was afraid that if it came to sharing his wife's emotions, then Mac just might become the selfish, possessive bastard he should have been to begin with.
Chapter 4
"You snuck out of bed last night," Keiley said as she set his breakfast and coffee in front of him, her voice questioning.
He should have known that she would wake up when he left the bed; she usually did.
Just as he did when she was restless. Sometimes, Mac thought, they were too attuned to each other. Knew each other too well.
It was one of the reasons she was suddenly pushing him, asking questions, her curiosity blooming beneath the sexual needs beginning to rise inside him. Needs he could suppress but couldn't totally hide.
"I was restless."
"You were smoking again."
She sat down across from him, sipping at her coffee as Mac lifted his gaze and met her eyes. Damn, he could use a cigarette now.
"Is there a point to this line of questioning, Kei?"
She crossed her legs and leaned forward, another of those damned strappy too-snug shirts stretching across her breasts.
"I don't know, Mac, would I be asking if there weren't?" she asked dryly, her eyes widened with teasing laughter.
Mac inhaled quickly, drawing in the scent of her, the herbal shampoo, the light fragrance she wore. It was nearly too much for a hungry man to endure.
He leaned forward himself, his gaze narrowing on her.
"Keep it up, and you're going to get more than you're bargaining for," he told her softly. "Is that what you want?"
She settled back with a huff, a flicker of irritation crossing her expression as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips.
"How do you know what I'm bargaining for anyway?" she asked as he sipped the coffee, causing him to nearly burn blisters on his tongue as he took too much of the liquid.
"Because you're determined to torment the hell out of me," he growled, setting the coffee down as he glowered over at her. "I'm warning you to stop pushing me like this, Keiley."
"What am I doing?" Her voice was filled with offended pride, her gaze narrowing on him with a flare of irritation.
"Tempting me." And doing a damned good job of it.
"Tempting you? Me?" Innocent offense shaped her expression now. And it would have been believable if those hazel eyes weren't gleaming with satisfaction. "I'm your wife, Mac. It's not like you're some priest that I'm tempting with my wicked lusts, you know.
How am I tempting you?"
"By being you, damn it," he growled. "I was restless last night. I got up, smoked a cigarette, and enjoyed the peace for a while. Why should I have to excuse it?"
"Did I ask you to excuse
Mac knew how to show the gentleness inside him, whereas Jethro had never been able to temper the darkness enough to soften his dominance. Mac knew how to soften his dominance, and Jethro only knew how to pull away to hide his.
Mac had learned how to release the gentler emotions that filled him, whereas Jethro feared ever letting them go. At least, alone. Not without something he had come to rely on way too much. He had come to rely on Mac's ability to soften the fierce adoration he felt for his woman. It wasn't that Jethro didn't know how to care. He knew how to care.
And he knew how to fear it. Just as he knew how to drive away the women he cared for if Mac didn't temper that ferocity inside him.
What a pair they had made. Mac indulged his lovers, sometimes to the point that Jethro's dominance had kept them from walking all over him. And through it all, Mac had watched it with humor and with knowledge.
They had complemented each other, but would they do so again? For a moment, Jethro felt his guts cramp with the hunger and need that tore inside him. A hunger that went deeper and hotter than any he had ever known.
Keiley was his weakness. And hiding that from Mac was going to be hell. If the other man ever learned how much Jethro loved his wife, then there would never be a chance of Jethro touching her. Intimacy was one thing, but he was afraid that if it came to sharing his wife's emotions, then Mac just might become the selfish, possessive bastard he should have been to begin with.
Chapter 4
"You snuck out of bed last night," Keiley said as she set his breakfast and coffee in front of him, her voice questioning.
He should have known that she would wake up when he left the bed; she usually did.
Just as he did when she was restless. Sometimes, Mac thought, they were too attuned to each other. Knew each other too well.
It was one of the reasons she was suddenly pushing him, asking questions, her curiosity blooming beneath the sexual needs beginning to rise inside him. Needs he could suppress but couldn't totally hide.
"I was restless."
"You were smoking again."
She sat down across from him, sipping at her coffee as Mac lifted his gaze and met her eyes. Damn, he could use a cigarette now.
"Is there a point to this line of questioning, Kei?"
She crossed her legs and leaned forward, another of those damned strappy too-snug shirts stretching across her breasts.
"I don't know, Mac, would I be asking if there weren't?" she asked dryly, her eyes widened with teasing laughter.
Mac inhaled quickly, drawing in the scent of her, the herbal shampoo, the light fragrance she wore. It was nearly too much for a hungry man to endure.
He leaned forward himself, his gaze narrowing on her.
"Keep it up, and you're going to get more than you're bargaining for," he told her softly. "Is that what you want?"
She settled back with a huff, a flicker of irritation crossing her expression as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips.
"How do you know what I'm bargaining for anyway?" she asked as he sipped the coffee, causing him to nearly burn blisters on his tongue as he took too much of the liquid.
"Because you're determined to torment the hell out of me," he growled, setting the coffee down as he glowered over at her. "I'm warning you to stop pushing me like this, Keiley."
"What am I doing?" Her voice was filled with offended pride, her gaze narrowing on him with a flare of irritation.
"Tempting me." And doing a damned good job of it.
"Tempting you? Me?" Innocent offense shaped her expression now. And it would have been believable if those hazel eyes weren't gleaming with satisfaction. "I'm your wife, Mac. It's not like you're some priest that I'm tempting with my wicked lusts, you know.
How am I tempting you?"
"By being you, damn it," he growled. "I was restless last night. I got up, smoked a cigarette, and enjoyed the peace for a while. Why should I have to excuse it?"
"Did I ask you to excuse
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