I nod but don’t say anything. As I stare out the window, a thought occurs to me. I shift in my seat so I’m looking at him. “This reminds me of our first night.”
A streetlight illuminates the inside of the car, and I love that I can see his smirk. “Nah, this is worse.”
“Worse?” I grimace, worried that he’s regretting this already.
His hand slips over my thigh and moves up, taking my dress with it. Gathering the fabric, he slides his fingers underneath it, his palm scorching my overheated thighs as he settles between them.
Embarrassment doesn’t quite quell my arousal as I say, “Ian, no, I’m sweaty.”
His grip on my thigh tightens. “Yes, it’s worse because I know how good this pussy is. The last time, I had no idea what I was getting into. Now I know what I’m about to get is fucking fantastic.” He chances a quick glance my way before looking back at the road, and I wiggle in my seat at the heat in his gaze. Squeezing my thigh again, he forces his touch higher to graze my undeniably wet panties. “And as for yoursweat, I’ll happily lick every bead of sweat from your body if it means I also get to lick this.”
His fingers press against my clit, pulling a moan from me.
“Goddamnit,” he mumbles as he pushes his foot harder on the gas pedal.
Let’s just hope he doesn’t get pulled over.
18
Ian
Icannot come in my pants.
Hockey. Hockey players. Grandmas.
My mind scans every unsexy thing it can think of while trying to ignore the fact that my hand is pressed against the most arousing thing I’ve ever encountered—Maggie’s pussy.
For both of our safety, I begrudgingly slide my hand out from between her legs and exchange it for a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
I have no idea if she believed me when I told her I haven’t had sex since the last time we were together, but it’s true. Not that I put myself in many situations where that was a possible outcome, but even on those rare occasions, I had very little interest. I knew I’d be disappointed, so why bother?
But all that changes tonight.
No. Don’t think that. Baseball stats. I hate baseball.
I blow out a steadying breath as I exit the interstate and turn onto the main road. Two more turns and we’ll be at my house.
Within seconds of turning into my driveway, I’m already out of the vehicle and jogging around the front to help Maggie out. I intertwine our fingers and pull her behind me toward the door as she giggles.
As soon as both of us are over the threshold, I have her against the wall next to the door, both of us sharing harsh breaths filled with desire. My thigh wedges between hers and is immediately warmed by the heat emanating from her core.
I take her lips as she moans into my mouth—both of us as needy and demanding as the other. Not being able to take it anymore, I move my leg and reach behind Maggie’s thighs and lift.
“Ian, no. I’m too heavy!” She yelps even as her arms wrap around my shoulders to hang on.
Settling her juicy thighs around my waist, I press her back against the wall once again. I angle my hips so we both get some of the friction we are craving. “First, I don’t give a fuck how much you weigh. Doesn’t it look like I can lift anything I want?” I pull back slightly so I can look into her eyes. When she doesn’t say anything, I shift my hips again and demand, “Answer me.”
She moans and then says, “Yes, it does.”
I lean into her and run my nose up her neck. As I sink my teeth into her earlobe, I almost do what I’ve been fighting not to when her throaty cry hits my ear.
With my lips against her ear, I whisper, “Your body wasfuckingmadefor me. I’ve dreamt of it so many times, I should probably be ashamed. But I’m not going to be, because I have a feeling you’ve done the same.”
“Yes, Ian. I have. So many times.”
I don’t waste another second. I grip her thighs and turn away from the wall, loving the way she feels wrapped around me. My strides are long as I rush toward my bedroom. When I get next to the bed, I loosen my hold just enough, so her body has to slide down mine. After carefully removing her glasses so as not to break them, I grab her dress and pull it up over her head. I throw it across my room as my eyes travel up and down her body. It’s just as perfect as I remember.
Maggie reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting it drop from her fingertips. It lands next to our feet. Wetting my lips, I bend to take a dusky nipple in my mouth. Her hands land on the sides of my head as she pulls me tighter against her. I suck and bite, alternating between her breasts, until we both can’t take any more. Standing, I relish how she shivers as I take in her gorgeous nipples, glistening in the moonlight. I lightly run my thumbs over both and receive a low moan in return. I run my hands down her sides before gripping the thin strap of her thong. I pull the fabric, tearing it easily with the force.
