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Mac leaned down to kiss her again, but her hand on his chest stopped him.
“Mac, I don’t want to wait. Are you sure we can handle this?” she asked. She had the cutest frown on her face.
He chuckled, happier than he had been in a long time. “Stella, we can most defiantly handle this. Here and back home in New York” he murmured. His heart swelled until he thought it would burst as she smiled up at him.
“You’re right,” she said, pulling him down to kiss him. His tongue swept the roof of her mouth, sending intense pleasure screaming along her nerve endings. Goose bumps followed his hand as he stroked down her ribcage and curved around her butt. She shifted, trying to get closer, and he groaned as his desire grew. A moment later he almost lost it when her hand slipped up under his shirt and wandered up to his chest. That’s when he lifted Stella up in his arms and headed toward their bedroom.
Stella started working on his shirt buttons, feeling a sudden urgent need to feel his skin against hers. She only managed to get two undone before his hand stopped her. Her eyes flew open to meet his.
“Point of no return, Stella,” he said, his voice cracking. “This goes any further, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” he warned her.
She closed her eyes briefly, and when they opened once more his heart soared at the certainty he found in those telling green eyes. “I love you Mac Taylor” she whispered, finally admitting to them both what she’d secretly known for a long time.
The smile he gave her warmed her all the way to her soul. “I love you too Stella Bonasera,” he said, and then he was kissing her again, pushing her top up so he could feel her skin against his as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. They both groaned at the incredible sensations that were crashing through them, causing tremors that kept building until they couldn’t wait any longer. The rest of their clothes were quickly shed and when they finally came together, it was perfect. Everything, all the complications and obstacles, were swept away as they each finally found themselves completed by the other.
In the morning he found he snuggled up to his side, her left hand over his scar he had received from Beirut. She was awake and smiling to herself, unaware he was up and watching her. She carefully drew patterns on his chest, mostly lazy circles but Mac couldn’t stop the involuntary shiver. When he did shiver she looked up towards his face, and when she saw he was up she shimmied up closer to his head and pressed her lips onto his. He kissed her back and gently rolled her to her side of the bed and towered over her.
“Good morning” she said, smiling up at him.
“Good morning indeed” Mac said, smiling at her and lowering his lips once again to hers. Stella decided Mac had spent enough time on top so she wrapped her legs around his and flipped them so she was on top. She ground her hips into his and he lost all sense of control there, he groaned with pleasure as she joined their bodies and then set a slow pace, her eyes locked on his. He took it until his body was screaming for release, and then he rolled on top of her and took over, picking up the pace until she arched her back and cried out his name. Only then did he find release too.
It was around 8:30 when their stomachs grumbled. In need for food Stella shimmied out of bed and searched for Mac’s shirt and her underwear, when she slipped those on she saw Mac getting out of bed and slipping into his boxers and jeans from last night. As they reached the kitchen they heard the doorbell ring. Stella grumbled, “I swear if its fruitcake lady I wont be held responsible for my actions” as she pushed Mac toward the door. Mac laughed as he opened the door and the laugher died from his face as he opened the door.
Stella heard Mac’s laugh die and went closer toward the entry way so she could hear why. As Mac stopped talking she heard Linda’s voice, and she realized that Linda was seeing Mac, her man, with no shirt on. She decided to sneak up on him and give Linda a show.
As Mac was talking to Linda he felt Stella come up and before he knew it Stella was next to him kissing his neck, he couldn’t help it and his neck arched away to give Stella more access, like she did to him at the party, and she complied, kissing all the way from his neck to his lips, and when she got to his lips she gained access into it, and that’s when their tongues dueled for dominance. When their kiss got less intense she broke it off and she patted his chest and went back into the kitchen to start their breakfast.
When Stella left, Linda looked horrified. Mac shrugged “That’s Stella for you. Always spontaneous. But I love her that way. Now did you need something?”
Linda was gaping like a fish out of water and just turned back toward her house and rushed there like a fire was behind her, and Mac shut the door.
He walked back into the kitchen and stood behind Stella, who decided to cook them some eggs. He grabbed her waist and pulled her back to his chest. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of the closeness. “You know, we gave Linda a real show. She stood there gaping like a fish. She rushed home, pretty quickly I might add.”
“Good. She deserved it. Staring at you like that. I don’t think we will see her at our doorstep this early in the morning ever again.” With that she laughed and turned off the burner and turned in Mac’s arms. “C’mon, let’s eat. After all, we have to get working on the case.” And with that Stella took two plates and divided the eggs between them, while eating in a companionable silence.