Chapter 156

Small sized single showers weren’t intimidating to Mack Craft when he wanted sexy time together. You’d think I’d be gun shy when it came to shower sex considering I slipped and gauged my head the last time we messed around, but I was more than ready to have his hands on me. The close proximity made our time together all the more better.

We crawled into bed after our thorough shower, Mack in sweats and me in one of his t-shirts, the heavy, Aztek designed quilt covering us both. Mack pulled me to his chest and tangled our legs together. 

He ran his fingers through my damn hair, taking turns between stroking and massaging. A softness was laced with his gaze, his brows relaxed as his eyes took me in. “Tell me about your day with my dad,” I asked him, wondering if the time he spent with him was partly why his temperament was easy.

“It was eye-opening and much needed. I didn’t realize the reservations were so poverty stricken.&