Why?
She understood the question. Theyd both said this wasnt going anywhere. Theyd agreed, she knew that, and nothing should have changed.
Except it had. She had this new desirea desire to know him.
Mac grimaced and caught her hand in his. Taylor
One look into his wary face and she knew. He didnt feel that same desire. Mortified, she tried to tug free. I know, nothing has changed for you, she said flatly, turning her head away.
Wait-
No. You dont have to explain why you dont want me.
His sigh conveyed volumes. Could you look at me? Please?
She blinked up into his intense gaze.
No, I mean really look at me, he said, his voice tight.
Not understanding, she ran her gaze over his body. Over his chest, his flat belly, his- Oh, she said faintly, catching sight of a very impressive erection straining the button fly on his jeans.
Her mouth went dry, while between her legs her body had the opposite reaction.
I want you, he assured her in that ragged, almost tortured voice. I want you more than I want my next breath, but thats all it is. Physical. Thats all it can be for me.
Because of your ex-wife? She hated the needy part of herself that made her ask.
Partly, he admitted. Mostly.
It was a struggle but she managed to look like she hadnt just been kicked in the gut. She of all people understood a true, deep, abiding love. She understood how difficult it was to love again once it was gone, and she understood why someone wouldnt want to.
Until five seconds ago she would have said she was one of those people who wouldnt want to. She still thought of Jeff, still loved and cherished the memories of what shed shared with him, but damn it, he was gone, and had been for so very, very long. She was tired of being lonely, tired of being alone and desperately tired of sex that only just barely scratched an itch.
Terrifying as it was, she wanted more. Sheleft you?
Oh, yeah.
Her heart cracked. And you never recovered.
Recovered? He considered that for a long moment. No. I never recovered, he agreed, and the cracks in her heart gave, breaking into pieces because she knew, she knew what he meant.
How long ago?
He lifted a shoulder. Four years.
Do you still l-
Taylor. He rubbed his eyes. Maybe we could talk about something else. Anything else.
Like?
Jeff. His eyes softened when she gasped. Your sister mentioned him. Said he was the love of your life. He ran a finger over her jaw.
Was, she repeated quietly.
What happened?
We were days away from eloping, and heum, he died. In a car accident.
Swearing softly, he used all his fingers now, sank them into her hair line. Im sorry.
Sorry because hed asked, or sorry because he was the first man to make her remember what it was like to feel a rush of so many dizzying emotions she could hardly breathe?
Where does this leave us, Mac? Leaning in, she rested a hand on his chest. I need to know.
It leaves us hot and achy.
She spread her fingers wide on his chest, touching as much of him as she could. So were not going to Her hand trailed to his belly button, and would have maybe drifted further south if he hadnt caught it in his.
A genuinely pained groan escaped him. Are you trying to kill me?
Im trying to feel better.
In a move that brought tears to her eyes, Mac brought her fingers to his mouth. Touching you, kissing every inch of you, sinking into your body, that would most definitely make me feel better.
Hearing the erotic words whispered with such sensual intent made her shudder. Yes. Yes, it would make her feel better, too.
Now, please.
But what about after? He stroked a finger over her shoulder. This thing wont just go away with one trip to the bedroom.
So lets make it two, she said recklessly.
Im serious.
Its not like youre moving to another planet after this job, she said with a teasing smile that faded when he just looked at her, his eyes filled with both heat and regret. She forced a laugh past the lump in her throat, because for the first time she was making the move, putting herself on the line, and it was scary as hell, especially given she was about to be flatly rejected. What? Youre busy already?
Taylor. God, the sound of her name on his lips, in that low, gruff, tortured voice.
And she knew. He was walking away from this before they even got started. Which, damn it, is exactly what shed wanted, too. Until right now, right this very moment. Dont. Dont say it, Mac.
I cant give you what you want. His expression was a mask of torment. I just cant.
I asked you not to say it, she tried to quip, and failed utterly. To save maybe even an ounce of pride, she sat up.
While theyd been lying there watching the clouds go by and breaking her heart all over again, the hose had turned the grass into a slip and slide zone. Her shirt was drenched, and so was her skirt. God only knew what her hair looked like.
She was a mess, inside and out, and looking down at Mac, also wet, but looking all the more magnificent for it, she felt a surge of resentment.
Temper was good, she decided, staggering to her feet and grabbing the hose again. Temper bypassed desolation and misery. Temper gave her strength. And guts.
And it was temper that had her leveling the hose on Mac once more as he lay there all comfortable and cozy with his closed off heart and gorgeous body and incredible mouth that had left her aching.
When the icy water hit his prone body, he swore and lunged for her. She whirled to run but he was faster, knocking her feet out from beneath her, catching her as she fell.
Right on her hat.
Youre right, he growled, squishing it flat beneath her with his weight. That was damn cathartic. He then tucked her body more fully beneath his, and once again she found herself right where secretly shed wanted to be.
Under him.
His smug smile faded as he looked down into her eyes, and indeed, all of her temper faded as well. Damn him, she thought, swallowing hard when he spread his hands on either side of her face. Damn him all over again because his mouth was lowering to hers, and all on its own, her mouth rose up-
Oh, my, came a shocked female voice as two sandaled feet came into view. Peach toenail polish and two silver toe rings.
Suzanne.
Hmm, came another female voice, not shocked, wearing black combat boots.
Nicole.
Maybe we should go away, Suzanne whispered, presumably to Nicole.
Definitely going away, Nicole agreed.
And not one of the four feet moved.
With a sigh, Taylor shoved at Mac. With one last stroke of his thumb over her bottom lip, he surged to his feet, bringing her up with him.
Indeed both Suzanne and Nicole stood there, gaping, Suzanne in one of her flowery, flowing sundresses with crystals in her ears, and Nicole in a black tank and camouflage pants.
Neither of her friends said a word, just looked at them both with shock.
Not that Taylor could blame them. Dry, Mac was a most amazing specimen of a man-tall, built and hot.
Wet, he was every womans fantasy.
Especially hers.
Mac thrust out his hand as if he hadnt just been sprawled over the top of their best friend. Im Mac.
Nicole, Nicole said slowly, eyeing him very carefully as she shook his hand. And this is Suzanne.
Mac shook her hand, too, smiling, looking totally and completely at ease even as water ran from his hair and down his face.
I, uh Taylor looked at Mac, for the first time in her life utterly at loss for words. We werejust
I think we know what you were just, Nicole said with a straight face.
Suzanne couldnt keep hers though, and she grinned. You were making out. On the grass. With water. On your pretty clothes. You even squashed your hat. Oh, Taylor. She laughed and clapped her hands together. Its so wonderful.
Taylor patted her hair, and Nicole snorted. Oh yeah, her supposed friend said. Youre a wreck. Your hair, your makeup, your clothes, everything.
Macs lips twitched as he eyed Taylors friends in appreciation. She looks good all messed up, doesnt she?
Nicole shot him a sideways glance. You like her that way?
Macs gaze held Taylors prisoner. I think I like her this way best of all.
Nicole looked at Taylor pointedly.
Taylor looked away, but she figured by the look on Macs face hed seen the blush anyway.
He saw everything.
Youve done it, Taylor, Nicole said. Youve found the right man for you. No fancy suit, no fancy hairdo, no fancy words Oh yeah, I like him a lot.
Taylor ground her back teeth together when Mac grinned. You make him sound like a new car Im thinking of buying.
Or riding, Suzanne whispered beneath her breath, managing not to laugh when Taylor glared at her. Sorry.
Hes my contractor, Taylor said, and snatched up her squashed hat. It was destroyed. A contractor who ruined my favorite hat.
Right. Nicole lifted a brow. And what was it exactly you two were just doing? Working really hard, right?
Mac laughed, then wisely turned it into a cough when Taylor rounded on him.
Im going inside to work now, he said.
Good idea. Taylor waited until hed walked up the stairs-knowing Nicole and Suzanne were staring at his very starable butt as he went-waiting until hed disappeared inside to round on her so-called friends.
Oh, baby, Suzanne whispered. Youve met your match.
He is something. Nicole looked quite pleased.
It didnt take you long to be the last to cave on the singlehood vow.
Im not caving!
You were wrapped around him tighter than Glad Wrap, Suzanne offered ever so helpfully.
And lip-locked, Nicole added with a smug grin.
So does he kiss as good as he looks?
Taylor swore impressively, making her friends howl with laughter. We are not together, she said.
She was not, absolutely not, going to admit that even if shed had a moment of weakness and wanted that very thing, Mac did not. Hes simply here doing a job. Thats all.
So the kissing thing, thats whata side benefit? Nicole asked.
Dont you have your own life? Taylor demanded.
Hey, you butted in on my life on a daily basis when I lived here, Nicole protested. And when I was falling in love with Ty-and denying it-you laughed at me every step of the way.
I am not falling in love with Mac. But her heart hitched painfully. Im not.
Oh, honey. Suzanne dropped the teasing note in her voice. Its all over your face, dont you know that?
Weve only just met each other.