Her legs wrap around my waist and attempt to pull me deeper, even though I’m already there. “Not for me, either.”
I take that as my permission to move. Pulling my hips back smoothly, I slam them forward. Our mixture of moans and grunts fills the otherwise silent house. Being inside her and having her sexy body pressed against me, the feeling of luck returns. I might as well have won the lottery. Nothing has ever felt this good, and I was right; nothing will compare after.
And she’s right there with me. Her nails scratch down my back as breathy moans flit across my ear. “Ian, I need it harder.”
A guttural groan thunders from deep inside me as I do as she requests. “Goddamnit, Maggie.”
I shift my hips to ensure there’s optimal pressure on her clit to get her there with me as quickly as possible because I don’t have long. I know I’ve hit the spot when her nails dig deeper into my skin—that bite of pain, amping up the arousal coursing through me. Her litany of moans and pleas revolves around us, spurring me on.
“Yes, Ian. Right there.”
With a few more rotations of my hips, I feel her muscles tighten around my cock, her body trembling as she moans for me. Before long, I’m coming harder than I’ve ever come in my life. My eyes cross, and I might black out for a moment. I collapse on top of her to catch my breath, and Maggie’s fingertips tickle their way up and down my back.
“Welp, it’s official. You really are a man of many talents.”
4
Maggie
The strong aroma of coffee greets me as I blink open my heavy eyelids. Not recognizing where I am, my head pops up and whips around to take in my surroundings. As the night before comes rolling back into my mind, a shiver runs through me.
Ian. Three very enthusiastic rounds of sex. Countless orgasms.
My inspection stops at a clock on the dresser across the room, and I sit straight up, not caring I’m naked, when I realize it is almost eleven. I’d never know with his blackout curtains. I’m sure he’s ready for me to leave. I know not to overstay my welcome, but apparently, ouractivitieswore me out more than I realized. Before I leave, I’m going to beg Ian for a cup of coffee for the road.
Having been teased about my coffee addiction for all my adult life, I can’t help that it’s the most delicious and magnificentbeverage ever invented. I’m powerless against the allure of that little bean. And I am already well behind my daily quota since I never sleep this late. Or much at all lately.
My eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and I think I can see my clothes on the floor. I’m about to climb out of bed and get dressed when the door opens and a shirtless, sweatpants-clad Ian walks through with two cups of coffee in one hand and a container of creamer in the other. I yank the blankets over my naked breasts as I’m illuminated by light from the hallway, and he stalks across the room toward me with a smirk on his ruggedly handsome face. I try not to let my gaze travel too far around his body, but it’s nearly impossible, and it drops to take in the rest of him.
Good lord. This man is hot.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to hide. I’ve seen everything.” His lips pull up higher. “Multiple times.”
Rolling my eyes, I reach out my hand. “Give me that. I hope you made a full pot because I’m going to need more before I leave.”
He scowls as he hands me a cup and settles onto the bed beside me after clicking on the lamp. “Leave? Do you have to work today or have plans with friends?”
I pour creamer in my coffee and stir it with the spoon he thoughtfully put in the cup for me, taking a sip before replying, “I work regular office hours, so I don’t go back until Monday. And, uh, not to sound like a loser, but since I’m newer to town, I’ve made a grand total of one friend, who I met at work.”
Ian’s grin returns. “Great. I can be your friend, and you can stay here for the rest of the weekend.” He gives a little shrug while raising his coffee cup to take a drink. “Hang out with me.”
My breath catches, lips parting in confusion. “You want me to stay here? All weekend? Andhangout with you?”
“Yes, that’s what I said. I mean, I figure we can have some more sex, too.”
I chuckle as I lean back into his firm but plump pillows. His bed is exceptionally comfortable. Much better than the cheap piece of crap mattress I bought when I first got to town. The more I think about it, hanging out and having sex with Ian, plus getting to sleep in his bed for another night, sounds like a perfect way to spend the rest of my weekend.
“Okay, I’ll stay.”
His heated gaze warms my core as I sip my coffee. I shift so I can see him.
“Since we’re friends now, we should probably get to know each other more.” I raise my eyebrows in question, and he nods his agreement. “How old are you?”
“Forty-two. You?”
“Thirty-six. Ever been married?”
“Nope. Was there ever a man dumb enough to let you go once he was legally bound to you?”
