Mac held the door to his truck for her. “That’s right.” When she was settled, he stole a kiss. He didn’t expect her to meet fire with fire, but before he knew it, they were engaged in a full-on make-out session right there in the frigid parking lot. “Hold that thought, babe.”
“Hurry up.”
Her eagerness lit a fire in him like only she ever had, and that it still burned so brightly between them after years together and six children, including the precious son they’d lost, was the greatest gift in his life.
He drove them quickly to the Sand & Surf and ushered her in ahead of him through the side door that led straight up the stairs to the room he’d checked them into earlier. Francine had dropped off Maddie’s bag with Laura, who’d promised to deliver it to their room.
While he carried his bag, he kept his arm around Maddie on the stairs so she wouldn’t trip. She was all goofy giggles as he juggled his bag and the key while keeping an arm around her.
“You’d better not be asleep in five minutes, Mrs. McCarthy,” he said as they went into the room that featured a king-sized bed, a dresser and a small bathroom, which was all they needed.
She dropped her coat onto the floor. “I’m not at all tired.”
“That’s a bald-faced lie.”
She flopped down on the bed. “The flowers are gorgeous. Thank you for arranging all this.”
“Steph is sending up dinner in thirty minutes.”
She held out her arms to him.
Mac didn’t need to be asked twice. He came down on top of her and let her trap him in her web of soft, fragrant skin and the hot, sexy kisses he’d missed so much during the months they’d been consumed with kids and babies. Not that they hadn’t kissed plenty during that time, but they’d kept the lid on things until he’d gotten the all clear following his vasectomy.
They were done having kids and were finally able to get back to enjoying each other without the fear of conception.
“The first time might be quick,” he whispered against her sweet lips.
“I’m okay with quick.”
He caught the look of apprehension that crossed her expressive face before it was gone as fast as it had come. “What’s wrong?”
“What? Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to your husband, Madeline. I know you too well.”
“It’s just… What if we slip one past the goalie, and it’s triplets this time or something? And don’t say that can’t happen with twins and quads in this family in the same year.”
Mac smiled as he brushed the hair back from her sweet face. Could she be any cuter? “David assures me that all my pucks are gone, so there’s no chance the goalie will miss one.”
“I still feel like I’m playing with fire.”
“I’m hot, but not that hot.”
“It’s not funny, Mac! We can’t have any more kids.”
“I’m not laughing.”
“You are on the inside, and don’t try to deny it.”
“Maybe just a little, but only because you’re adorable.”
“I’m dead serious.”
“I know you are, and we’ve done everything humanly possible to prevent further conception. Now it’s time to go back to enjoying ourselves with no fear of consequences.”
“Did you just refer to our children as consequences?”
Mac laughed at her indignation as he quickly undressed them both. “They are, in fact, the consequence of this.” He was careful as he slid into her, watching as her face flushed with color and her eyes rolled back with pleasure. “Oh, how I’ve missed this, my love. So, so much.”
