It was freaking great, because it heightened and amplified everything Shane was feeling, making this moment—without a doubt—one of the best of his life. He tried to remember if the sex they’d shared back in her Kenmore Square apartment had been this incredible, but then he stopped thinking about anything but Mac, moving against him and with him. He’d stopped kissing her to position her at a better angle to receive him, and her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. Each breath she took, each ragged inhale and exhale was part-gasp, part-sigh, and he found himself wanting to stay here like this, forever, just watching her face. This woman in his arms was a master at hiding her feelings—except when she had sex. Her pleasure—pure and unfettered—turned her into an open book, and God, how he loved that. “Hey,” Shane breathed, but it wasn’t until he slowed their near-frantic pace to an almost-stop that she opened eyes that were luminous with desire to look at him. “Don’t,”
