She raised a brow.
He turned to talk to her and somehow had her caged between his arms, his hands clutching the counter on either side of her.
Damn. The woman was staring at his mouth.
“Reggie?”
“Yeah?” He sounded hoarse.
“I just wanted to thank you for everything. And for tonight.” Her dimple flashed. “Now that I know where baby robins come from, my life is complete.”
“You may be cute, but that was a jackass move on your part,” he murmured, captivated by her smile.
Her low chuckle bewitched him, was all he could think, as he let her draw him down for a kiss that struck him to the core.
Chapter Seven
Maggie didn’t know what had come over her, but shehadto taste Reggie. And dear Lord, he was so much more than she’d imagined. Talk about hot.
The feel of his warm, soft mouth had her gasping, her entire body alive like it hadn’t been in forever. She’d never been so in tune with a man before, so automatically dialed in to his taste, scent, and touch. Reggie smelled like the subtle spice of cologne mixed with sex. He knew how to kiss, clearly, but he let her take the lead. Giddy, Maggie knew nothing but how much she wanted him.Neededhim. But the kiss, so soft and gentle, wasn’t nearly enough.
She put more pressure on his neck, dragging him closer. And then, damn it, she pressed for more. Sliding her tongue into his mouth set off the fireworks inside her body. Between her legs, she ached, and her nipples felt like hard points demanding attention.
Except instead of moving his hands where they could do her the most good, Reggie froze.
Oh no!
Shaken and embarrassed that she’d been just as grabby as his disastrous blind date, she pulled back and stared up into wide, brown eyes. “I’msosorry. I—”
“No.” He lifted her to sit on the kitchen counter and just looked at her, probably trying to decide how to nicely reject the bruised idiot.
Mortified, she tried to apologize. “Reggie, I—”
“Stop talking.”
She shut up, knowing she deserved whatever he had to say.
Reggie watched her with intense eyes. Their heights more aligned with her sitting on the counter, he leaned closer, not having to bend.
Then hekissed her back.
His large hands cupped her cheeks, holding her steady while he moved closer. Her legs automatically parted, gripping him with her thighs.
Reggie’s mouth led to all manner of naughty thoughts. First and foremost, he wore too many clothes. She edged her good hand over his biceps, taken with his strength, and moved to his shoulder, his chest. Oh wow, was he solid. Like a freaking rock. And he burned, his skin hot beneath the material of his shirt.
He moaned and stroked his tongue against hers, lighting her up like the damn Fourth of July. His lips caressed and devoured, making her feel both cared for and lusted after, his need as pressing as hers.
He shifted between her legs, and she would have given anything to run her hand down his front, wanting to feel him against her as intimately as possible.
As if he felt what she did, he put a hand on her leg, rubbing her through her skirt. His thumb edged her inner thigh. She tried to shout a “hell yes” into his mouth, sucking his tongue the way she wanted to suck other parts of his body.
He shuddered and pulled away to catch a breath then dove back, both hands on her thighs, edging the material of her skirt higher.
She wished she’d worn a shorter skirt, but at least this one had plenty of material, proving easy enough to move.
And then Reggie’s hands were on her bare knees.
He pulled back to stare at her, his eyes narrowed and dark, his breath coming as fast as hers.
