Mac had been sure he"d screwed things up when he"d slipped and used the endearment from the language he hadn"t spoken more than a few words of in more than twenty years, at least that he’d been aware of at the time. Some of his brothers had pointed out him speaking it, but it hadn’t been intentional. Somehow it had felt natural to use the phrase for Elyse.
He"d been so surprised when she"d kissed him instead of telling him to leave, that it took him far longer than it should have to respond. Now, with his arms full of the woman he"d been watching, and craving, for days, he had nowhere else he wanted to be.
With one hand splayed along her back, and the other sliding along her naked thigh, he lost himself in the feeling of her tongue making a slick, cool trail along the shell of his ear
