Page 77 of Hearts Don't Lie
The day had been busy and long. Mac was ready to turn in and snuggle up with Hardin as soon as Stowe was asleep. Waiting on their son to fall asleep every night, trying to keep him from knowing she was sleeping with his father, was becoming more of a challenge because she hated Hardin leaving the bed early in the mornings.
She wanted Stowe to hold her in high regard, not see her as a woman who brought men into their home and slept with them like her mother had. Granted she’d never had a man in her house overnight until Hardin arrived in PR. But she wanted to go to bed with him every night and wake with him every morning.
Mac clumped up the steps, allowing the fatigue from the day to overtake her. Book club had been more fun than she remembered. She enjoyed the discussion, although she had to avoid numerous questions about Hardin. Word was all over town after they had danced hot and heavy on the deck of the Hazy Rebel.
Just as she reached for the door, Hardin opened it. He slid her purse from her shoulder and dropped it on the chair next to the door, which he shut behind her and locked, then handed her a glass of wine.
“Good evening, beautiful. A red zin for you.” He kissed her warmly, picked up his own glass from the sideboard, and took her hand.
“Good evening to you, handsome.” Her eyes bounced around, noting the house was darker than usual. Candlelight flickered on the walls. “Our son?”
The corner of his lips quirked up. “In bed. He was up a lot today.”
“Oh.” Mac leaned in and cupped his neck, giving him a much hotter kiss than he had greeted her with.
Hardin broke it off and licked his lips. His eyes were dancing. “Honey, I need to know… Are you up for something new?”
Her tiredness evaporated. What the hell was he up to? “Should I shower?”
“Not yet.” His breath caressed the shell of her ear, sending delicious shivers racing through her body. “It can wait.” The ember in her blood sparked and her legs grew rubbery. “You get to choose tonight. Option A or option B.”
Mac knew her eyes had to be as huge as saucers when she looked at him. This was a whole new aspect of him she’d never experienced.
“Do you trust me, honey?” His eyes glowed.
She sighed, relaxing. “Of course.”
“And?” he asked expectantly, the playful smile on his face lighting up his amazing eyes.
“Option A.”
“Mm. I like option A. Very much. Close your eyes.”
“Babe?”
“Close them.”
She did. Hardin took the wine from her and set it on the sideboard. She listened to him drink deeply from his glass.
“Hold on. Maybe you need a sip as well.” He put the edge of the goblet to her lips and let her drink. When she was done, he licked her lips. “That’s very good,” he murmured.
Her body was on fire. She wanted him now. Her hands reached for his belt.
“Uh-uh. Keep your eyes closed.” She felt him move to behind her. Hardin tied the softest fabric over her eyes, lightly scented with rosemary and mint, which she loved.
“I can’t see.”
“Then option A is working.” He sounded quite pleased with himself. “You have to follow my instructions to the letter.” When she didn’t answer, he asked, “Mac?”
She licked her lips, unsure what he was up to. “Yes.”
Hardin stepped around her. She heard the glasses clink.
“We might want these later,” he said before taking Mac’s hand and leading her through the house and carefully directing her down the back steps. Once they were outside, he escorted her to where the table should have been, except it wasn’t. “Stay.”
She moved her head this way and that, trying to sense what was going on around her.
“You can untie the scarf.”
