“What?” she asked, laughing.
Mac pushed the driver’s door open, already turning away and stepping out of the car. He ignored the blaring horns and the drivers giving him the finger as he had quite literally stopped three lanes of traffic on the bridge.
“Hey, asshole!”
“Mac!” Melina shouted from inside the car.
She scrambled out on her side just as Mac jumped up on the hood of the car, and then up to the roof. He spread his arms wide, looking down at Melina while people shouted and honked.
“Mac, get down!”
He did—on one knee.
Melina’s eyes stretched even wider.
“Say you’ll marry me, doll,” Mac said as loud as he could, ready to shout it, if that was what she wanted. His hand outstretched toward her with the velvet box in his palm. “Make me even luckier—happier. Say you’ll be my wife.”
“Yes. Now get down!”
Mac did, flipping the cars behind him off as he caught Melina around the waist and pulled her in for a kiss.
The ring was a perfect fit.
Just like his girl.
Mac’s eye caught the sparkle of Melina’s engagement ring as she lifted her left hand for what seemed like the millionth time to look the diamond over. The piece caught the shine of street lights as they passed, and her smile grew wide.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“Love it, Mac.”
“I thought you would.”
Melina shot him a grin from the side. “Who knew?”
“Only one person,” Mac answered.
“Really?” Melina made a face. “Even though everyone felt like they had to mention something about us getting married?”
“Yep.”
“Who, then?”
Mac chuckled. “My sister. And that was only for sizing purposes.”
Melina let out a laugh, and as Mac pulled the car into the underground garage that belonged to their building, he took in the sight of her happiness. Because it was, after all, one of the most beautiful sights. With her eyes shut, a huge smile, and joy lighting up her features, he couldn’t think of anything else he would rather see in that moment.
“Love you, doll.”
She quieted instantly at his soft proclamation, her smile softening. “I love you, too.”
“Do you have a date in mind?” he dared to ask.
Melina looked over the ring again as Mac parked the car in their allotted spot. It was a corner section, blocked off from sight by one cement wall and his Challenger on the other side.
“Soon,” was all Melina said.
Mac cocked a brow. “How soon?”
“I don’t … think I want to wait. I know what I want.”
He couldn’t have stopped his smirk from forming even if he tried. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” She gave him another sweet smile. “I want you. Soon, Mac.”
“Soon …” he trailed off, reaching out to hook a single finger in the collar of her dress. “But for now, I know what I want.”
Melina leaned into his touch, and Mac let his palm wander over the smooth, delicate column of her throat, under her jaw, and over her cheek until his fingers could thread into her hair. He pulled her a little closer, watching the flickers of love and lust color her irises as her lips curved sinfully.
“And what is it that you want?” she asked softly.
“Right now, I’ll settle for another kiss, doll.”
Melina gave him what he wanted, leaning over the middle console to grab hold of his shirt and clench tight as her lips fell on his with brutal force. Mac answered the roughness back with his own, nipping at his girl’s bottom lip before his tongue struck against the seam of her mouth, demanding that she open up for him.
She did, and he took that chance to deepen the kiss, their tongues warring, their mouths never breaking apart even as she climbed over the middle and fell into his lap.
Mac groaned long and hard as Melina’s legs widened around his, the skirt of her dress pulling up around her thighs. He could feel that scrap of satin and lace keeping her sex covered grinding against the bulge beneath his pants.
His erection was damn-near painful.
He’d been semi-hard for hours and ignoring it.
Mac couldn’t do that anymore.
“Doll,” he mumbled against her lips, “we’re at home. Let’s go—”
Melina’s fingernails dug into his pec, making him hiss. “Too far.”
“Melina …” Mac swallowed hard when her other hand palmed the length of his erection through his pants, firm and insistent. Jesus. “I can’t do a fucking thing to you in this car except let you ride me. Let’s go upstairs.”
“Right now,” she demanded.
That breathy, high tone did him in.
Her desire was his unravelling.
He had no control when she sounded like that.
Mac never had.