Page 60 of Hearts Don't Lie
It was her truth. Mac couldn’t deny it any longer; she loved Hardin. She had never stopped. Losing him again would break her. She buried her wet face in his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, his every breath as they barely moved but rocked sensually in the center of the dance floor. Her friends and the people on the deck faded into the background. It was just the two of them.
He danced like he made love. Fluidly and confidently, evoking a passion so intense she was afraid to look up, knowing everything she felt was written all over her flushed face.
Hardin kissed her forehead, lowering his lips to her ear. “You okay?”
She nodded. “I love you, Hardin. So much…” She sniffled. “I love you.”
“I love you too, honey,” he said, his voice cracking with emotion.
“Closer, Hardin. Please. Hold me closer.”
His pelvis nestled in her belly. His hands drifted over her lower back and pressed Mac even closer, leaving no space between them. His mouth descended, slanting over hers, ready to give and take, his eyes half-open, watching her.
Mac’s heart skipped a beat, then went into overdrive as Hardin’s sweet breath whispered over her skin, his scent hypnotizing her. Hardin claimed her leisurely, his tongue moving tenderly along the seam of her lips before he devoured them. She kissed him back with equal fervor, losing herself, wanting to crawl into him. Under his skin. Absorb him into her soul. Her fingers curled into his skin through his shirt, then slid down over his tight ass.
Suddenly realizing what she was doing, Mac broke the kiss and looked up at him, stunned by her response in a very public, thankfully crowded, place. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah. We’re barely holding it together here,” he said, his eyes full of heat, fingers playing along the bottom of her short denim skirt. “This skirt. Babe. You know I’ve always had a thing for your gorgeous legs. I just want to graze on them with my hands and mouth to where they end and another part of you begins.”
Mac knew he felt her shuddering, and her core ignited as he pressed her against him. Her nipples were so tight they hurt.
Hardin murmured in her ear. “You need me as much as I need you. What do you say we leave after this raging hard-on you’ve given me subsides, after we both settle down?”
A blanket of goose bumps raced over her skin. “If you continue to press me up against you like this, we’re going to be unsuccessful.”
“I don’t want to let you go.” He sighed and his hands slipped down her backside, fingertips drifting over her ass. “Hm. We have a predicament.”
“I’m so very sorry.” She grinned up at him wickedly.
The corner of his mouth quirked up in a sexy smile. “I don’t think you are.”
“Don’t look at me like that, Hardin.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to—”
“Hardin Ambrose! It is you!” The statuesque blonde was suddenly at his side, her hand on his shoulder. Her friend, the equally blond and slimmer version, behind her.
Besides interrupting Mac, the woman had ruined their moment and Hardin’s impressive arousal. Mac gave her a hard stare.
The Rough Riders finished the song and exited the small stage.
“And to think I thought you worked forher,” she said, laughing derisively. She ran a long red acrylic nail down Hardin’s bicep. “I know who you are! Why don’t you stop dancing and we can go party? We’ll have so much fun.” She was back to flaunting her breasts at Hardin. The shorts she wore barely covered her girl parts. “I’m more your speed.”
He didn’t seem impressed or upset, Mac observed.
“Uh, look. I’m with my girl. She’s my speed. I’m not interested.”
She batted her enhanced eyelashes at him. “But you run hard and fast. I’ve read all about you. I doubt she can satisfy the appetites of a man of your stature.”
Mac couldn’t help herself and scoffed loudly, not wanting to say or do anything else for fear of escalating things with the bitch.
“Can’t believe everything you read and hear, right? There might be another guy here tonight who’s open to your offer,” he said coolly, lacing his fingers with Mac’s and moving toward the table where all her friends and Arlo watched, stupefied. “Come on, honey. Time to say good night.”
