breast, her collarbone and finally her jaw, Mac turned her face toward his and captured her mouth.
Jenna would never get used to this. Each time he kissed her, all three times now, seemed like the first. Nerves swirled around in her stomach, excitement and arousal kicked into high gear and she completely lost all touch with reality. Mac knew what he was doing and he knew he could kiss her anytime he wanted.
No, she didn’t want to get hurt at the end of all of this, but she couldn’t tell him no right now, either. Call her a masochist, she didn’t care. How could she care about anything when Mac’s hand slid into her hair, his other hand wrapping around her waist as he shifted his body and leaned into her?
Jenna laid a hand on his chest to steady herself. That hard muscle beneath her palm had her curling her fingertips into him, wanting more, greedily trying to take it.
Mac’s lips slid over hers. There was so much power, so much dominance radiating from him. The complete and utter control on his part was a turn-on...something she never thought she’d be attracted to.
“Let me take you back to the bungalow,” he muttered against her lips. “Let’s finish what we started the other night.”
He tipped her head back, kissing a path along her jawline, then back toward her ear. That warm breath sent shivers racing all over her body.
“My word. You two are heating up the beach.”
Jenna jerked away from Mac, but he kept his hold around her waist and threw a smile over her shoulder. Her mother’s elated tone had Jenna cringing.
“Good morning, Mary.”
Seriously? Did this not faze him at all? They’d been caught making out by her mother and he was acting as if they’d run into each other in the milk aisle at the grocery store.
Jenna twisted, eyed her cover-up mere feet away and glanced at her mother. “Morning, Mom.”
Her mother’s crooked grin spoke volumes.
“You two may want to head back to your bungalow,” she said with a wink. “Young love can be a bit spontaneous, can’t it?”
“That it can,” Mac agreed.
He stood and extended a hand to help Jenna up. She grabbed her cover-up and let Mac pull her to her feet. Jenna held the material in front of her as she stared back at her still-smiling mother.
“I didn’t get to see you yesterday,” Jenna said, hoping this encounter wasn’t as awkward as it was feeling.
“I heard you went to dinner with Amy and Nathan. I love that my girls have found two wonderful men who clearly make them so happy.”
Jenna swallowed the lump of guilt as Mac slid his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his side. The support he silently gave her was humbling. He was always giving, especially a few moments ago when he’d been ready to give her himself.
But that was not a thought she could entertain right now.
“Well, don’t let me keep you two,” Mary went on, waving her hand. “I need to finish my morning walk and then head to my massage. I may never leave this place.”
Jenna instantly found herself wrapped in her mother’s arms. “You look so happy, darling,” her mom whispered in her ear before pulling away. Mary squeezed Jenna’s shoulders and blinked back tears. “This is exactly the life I wanted for you. A strong man who will treat you right. Both of my girls are settling down.”
Quickly, Jenna pasted a smile on her face, keeping up with the farce that had snowballed out of control.
After one more quick hug, Mary pulled away and patted Mac on the shoulder. “You’re perfect for her.”
As her mother made her way down the beach, Jenna wrestled into her cover-up, keeping her back to Mac who hadn’t said a word. She suddenly felt awful. This wasn’t right. None of it.
But as soon as she turned, that desire in Mac’s eyes was still evident and she couldn’t be strong enough for both of them because if he so much as touched her again, she didn’t know that she could say no. She’d nearly proven that point moments ago.
Would she have gone back to the bungalow if her mother hadn’t shown up? Would she and Mac be making love right now?
No. Because they weren’t in love. He loved women in general and she refused to be just another proverbial notch.
“I need to get back to work,” she said, skirting around him. Making a quick, classy getaway on sand wasn’t the easiest of moves, but Jenna forced herself to keep going.
As she made her way to the dock that led to the walkways to various bungalows, Jenna sensed Mac right behind her. She didn’t slow down, couldn’t turn and look at him right now. Honestly, she wanted to be left alone, but no doubt Mac would march right in behind her and make some argument for why they should give into their now-obvious desire for each other. Something about acting on emotions and consenting adults and such.
But his heart wasn’t on the line. Jenna couldn’t keep letting herself get close to Mac or she would find herself crushed at the end of the week, when they returned to Miami as friends.
As she entered the bungalow, she knew she had to put to the brakes on this. Just as she was able to catch her breath, Mac stepped through the door. Only a few feet from him, Jenna concentrated on his face and not the bare chest still exposed, still casting out too much temptation.
“This has to stop,” she stated. “I can’t do it anymore.”
Mac crossed his arms, shifting his stance. “Don’t be afraid of what happened, Jenna. I’m trying to keep my promise to you and play this part, but damn it, I’m having a difficult time keeping things G-rated.”
Said the man who rotated women with the slightest shift in the wind’s direction. To Jenna what they’d just shared was...special.
He’d gotten her out of her cover-up; he’d shown her how beautiful she was with very few words. She knew he wasn’t just trying to seduce her. Mac cared for her and wouldn’t hurt her like that, but he had no clue how fast she was falling for him. If he did, he would be on his jet before she could say “best friend.”
“This isn’t a game,” she cried. “I thought I could distance myself from all of this emotionally. I thought I could pretend, but I can’t. It’s too much.”
The muscle in his jaw clenched. “If you want me to leave, say the word.”
His eyes held hers and Jenna saw a flash of hurt there. Jenna didn’t want to think she had the power to hurt him. Mac was a force of nature, he was strong, much stronger than she was when it came to personal matters.
But he stared at her, waiting for her reply, and she only had one option.
“You should go.”
“Honey, you’re late.”
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