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watch again. Mac wasn’t late or anything. Tanner was ready early and nervous about having the man over. All he really wanted to do was drag Mac to his bed and spend the rest of the night learning every inch of Mac’s spectacular body. He wanted to lick and suck until Mac begged Tanner to fuck him.
    Leaning his head back on the cushions, Tanner grinned up at the ceiling. Was Mac exclusively a top, or would he let Tanner fuck him? As much as Tanner liked to be the one doing the fucking once in a while, he’d be willing to give up his ass as often as needed to get Mac in his bed with him. And didn’t that make him a complete slut?
    His doorbell rang, and he sprang to his feet, nerves crashing through him again. Shit. He was an adult, and it wasn’t really a date. He did want to talk to Mac about the case. He’d noticed a few things that might help ensure they got the right guy when they found a suspect.
    Another ring from the bell got him moving, and he went to the front door. Caution had him checking the peephole before he opened it. Mac stood about three feet back and to the side of the door, like most good law enforcement officers. If greeted by a gun, in that position they were less likely to get hit with the first bullet.
    “Thanks for coming over,” Tanner said as he opened the door.
    Mac stepped inside and took off his cowboy hat. “I’ll admit it was the lure of good tequila and food that brought me here.”
    Why did a shock of disappointment run through Tanner at Mac’s words? Just because the man had kissed him last night like he wanted Tanner spread-eagle and begging on his bed didn’t mean Mac was truly interested in him. It could have been the alcohol, and Tanner’d had enough alcohol-clouded one-night stands in his life.
    “You can hang your hat there.” He gestured to the coat tree in the corner of the foyer before strolling back toward the kitchen. “I made enchiladas. Is that okay?”
    “Fuck.”
    The curse was the only warning he got. A strong hand gripped his arm and whirled him around. He stumbled into Mac’s embrace, lifting his gaze to stare at the man. Mac dipped his head and took Tanner’s mouth like an invading army storming a beachhead. Tanner didn’t have the mental capacity at the moment to do anything except lift his arms and wrap them around Mac’s shoulders.
    Their tongues stroked and teased. Mac tasted minty and smelled wonderfully clean, so he must have stopped by his place to shower and change. Tanner appreciated it, and a little bit of hope blossomed inside him. Not just because of the kiss. If Mac had changed and cleaned up, that could mean he considered this more than just a working meeting. Of course having his tongue halfway down Tanner’s throat might be a more obvious sign.
    The oven timer dinged, and they broke apart. Tanner fought the urge to press his fingers to his tingling lips. Holy hell, that had to have been the hottest kiss he’d ever engaged in. His erection ached, and he wished he’d worn sweats or a pair of loose pants, because he could feel the zipper bite into his hard flesh.
    “Well, I don’t think I’ve ever been greeted quite as enthusiastically,” he teased.
    “Sorry.” Mac actually blushed. “All I could think about today was kissing you. It helped after the crappy start to my morning.”
    Tanner reached out to rub his thumb over Mac’s cheek. “I’m not complaining, Mac. I kept trying to tell myself this was just a working dinner. Didn’t quite convince myself because I keep hoping we’ll end up naked at some point.”
    Mac swallowed and nodded. “I’ll admit to doing some hoping of my own.”
    “Come on. Let’s eat and talk about the case. After that we can figure out what we want for dessert.”
    He led the way into the kitchen. “If you want to grab the salad and drinks, I’ll get the enchiladas out of the oven.”
    “What do you want? Beer or soda?” Mac stuck his head in the refrigerator. “I see you got the limes.