Maggie’s eyes widened. “Ohh.”
My mouth quirked. “Yep, ohh about covers it.”
“Umm, how did that happen?” Maggie whispered.
“You happened,” I replied with a shrug loosening my grip on her, but noting that she didn’t move back.
Maggie’s voice squeaked out as a blush spread across her cheeks, making her freckles stand out even more. “Me?”
“You, your pajamas, your curls.” I looked at her, then let my hands drift down, my fingers running over the sides of her breasts. “Your lack of a bra.”
“Bras are made by the devil,” she whispered.
“I’m a fan of the no-bra look,” I whispered back, my eyes locked on hers. “Feel free to get rid of every last one. You can burn them out back if you want.”
Rolling her eyes, she muttered, “I’m sure you’d like that.”
“What can I say. I’m a giver.” My eyes locked on hers. I saw a hell of a lot of heat there.
“Sully, what are you…?”
That was all she got out before my mouth claimed hers.
I briefly wondered if I was alone in this out-of-control feeling, but Maggie’s body immediately told me I wasn’t. Her mouth opened, allowing my tongue to slide in, hers finding my own. Her hands raced up my back, to my hair, then back down to tug my T-shirt from my jeans, coming around to the front to lightly trace over my stomach muscles as they dove down, driving me closer to the edge.
I gripped her ass as I pulled her to me, then up, placing her on the edge of the island. Maggie let her legs fall to the side so I could step into the open space, pressing myself right to her sweet spot. She moaned in pleasure, and I pulled her in even tighter. Damn, this woman drove me crazy.
My hand roamed under her tank, teasing her nipple, as her hand slid into my jeans. Right as I let out a moan of pleasure, everything came to a crashing halt when I heard the door slam open and a chortle of laughter reached us.
We ricocheted apart, panting as we made eye contact, and looked over at the door to see Emma standing there, hand over her mouth as she tried to hold more laughter back. Max simply stood in the door, leaning against the frame, with a wide grin peeking out of his beard. Ranger’s head popped around Max’s legs, apparently ready to come back in and join the party.
“So,” Emma said as her laughter threatened to bubble over. “Want to go over again how you two are just friends?”
Maggie let her forehead drop to my shoulder as I encircled her back with one arm, using my free hand to flip off my best friend and sister. What did I do to deserve this kind of timing?
Maggie whispered in my ear. “Umm, one small thing I forgot to tell you? I invited them to dinner.”
“Out,” I growled.
“Fuck that. I smell meatballs,” Max said, moving into the kitchen. “Staying.”
“And I need to borrow Maggie,” Emma said, shoving me as she grabbed Maggie’s hand and tugged her out of the room. Maggie looked over her shoulder at me and shrugged, mouthing,I’m sorry.
I looked at her, then over at Max who was cracking open a beer as he stood across the island from me. “Asshole,” I growled at him.
Max took one look at my face, down at my crotch, and roared with laughter.
Damn it all to hell.
15
No Bullshit
Maggie
Emma’s eyes were positively dancing as she sat across from me on Sully’s bed. My curiosity got the better than me as I glanced around his room. I hadn’t been in here often, but even I had to admit his room was pretty sweet. Leaning back against his pillows, I pulled my knees to my chest and glanced back at Emma, waiting.
I didn’t have to wait very long.
