“Good. I’m hungry.”
Satisfaction rang in his words. He levered his body away from hers, and she missed the solid weight of him. A protest built inside her, only to fade away with understanding when he tugged her woolen sweater over her head and started on the pearl buttons fastening her pale blue shirt. One tiny pop at a time, the expanse of bare skin growing larger. Tension replaced the sexual excitement when the realities of baring her body to him came closer.Plump. She knew this was coming, but that didn’t mean it was easy for her. Her body stiffened. No point sugarcoating the truth.
“Don’t tense up, babe.” Grasping her shoulders, he shook her lightly, an edge to his words. “I like the way you look.” He stopped undoing the buttons and pressed a kiss to her mouth, nibbled at her bottom lip before soothing the sting with the lap of his tongue. Her breath came in short gasps when he finally lifted his head. “I like your curves and I can’t wait to see you without your clothes. Don’t hide from me. Please.”
His fingers strummed across a throbbing pulse point at her jaw, making it beat impossibly fast—she could feel the rapid tic—and embarrassment flooded her cheeks. Heat. Arousal. She clamped her thighs together, intensifying the hot fire between her legs.
“Connor, I…” What could she say? Her body was one big throb.
“If you want me to stop, I will.”
Her gaze flew to his, consternation replacing or at least shoving aside her anticipation. He wouldn’t.He couldn’t.
“If you stop now,” she said in a hard, no-nonsense voice, “I’ll grab you by the ears and manhandle you.”
“In that case…” he teased, daring her to go through with her threat.
Given the way he’d tossed her on the bed, grabbing his ears might take some doing. She grinned. She’d give it her best shot. He wasn’t getting away that easily, not when her body pulsed from head to foot, her breasts heavy and tight, nipples aching for his touch. Without a doubt, using her own fingers to get off this time would leave her feeling empty, hollow inside.
“I’m nervous,” she said. “I don’t want you to stop. Do you hear me?”
Connor chuckled. “I’d like to see you try to manhandle me. Sounds interesting.”
His eyes sparkled with amusement and echoed in his curved lips. He stood and stripped off his jeans, returning to her side dressed in tight black boxer-briefs that left nothing to her imagination. Taking her hand, he pressed it to his groin, silently encouraging her to touch him. Her pussy clenched as she measured the length and girth of his cock with her fingers, judged his size and savored the heat of him. He made a soft sound and, when checking his reaction, she noticed his tight jaw, his stillness. The tension in his body.
“See how much I want you?” Raw desire blazed in his face, twisting his lips and darkening his eyes. “I suffered from a hard-on for the entire drive out here. Never doubt I want you.”
His words slid over her like a soothing balm, calming her ruffled nerves. Along with relief, a grin surfaced. “Then what are you waiting for?” she whispered.
“I’m all about mutual pleasure…” He paused, as if weighing his words. “…but I like to do things my way. Is that okay with you?”
Maggie cocked her head to the side, amusement bubbling inside her. If only he knew how much she wanted to give over control to her lover and enjoy the loving, the pleasure between them, without having to perform, without having to worry about a report card getting thrust at her during a future disagreement. “I’ll let you know if it’s not.”
“Good.”
She noticed an air of approval stamped his demeanor. The man was brimming with confidence. She liked that. It boded well for the future. Spanking…
He continued unfastening the buttons on her blouse, and this time she tried to relax, to enjoy every brush of his fingers against her bare skin. When he parted the fabric to reveal her lace-encased breasts, her bravery faltered a fraction, even though his steady gaze glowed with masculine appreciation. While she was busy sucking in her stomach, he unzipped her jeans.
“Lift your hips for me.”
Bemused by his assured manner, she obeyed and let him tug her jeans down her legs. He lifted her upper body and removed her shirt, leaving her dressed only in matching pale blue bra and panties. Thank goodness she’d shaved her legs earlier after her workout at the gym.
“Damn, you’re sexy.” He traced a forefinger along the lacey top of one bra cup, the drag of his finger making a prickle of yearning spring to life. He retraced the same path with his tongue and dipped into her cleavage. A shiver worked free. To think she’d almost missed this. Her hands cupped his head, fingers twining in his hair. A small croak of dismay escaped from her when he lifted his head. He grinned. “Don’t panic. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Condoms,” she said with a trace of impatience.
“In my bag. It’s out in the other room.”
“You should get them.” She gave him a nudge. “Immediately.”
“Great minds think alike.” He paused to kiss her again, a sensual sliding of lips that grew into more. A rough growl vibrated in his chest as he feasted on her mouth. When he lifted his head, they were both breathing hard. “Don’t move a muscle,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
As if shecouldmove. Her limbs felt like strands of cooked spaghetti after his kiss. Sighing, she parted her legs and ran her hand down her torso. Her fingers skimmed over her panties, and she wondered if he’d spank her for misbehaving. When she strummed her fingers over her clit, hot pleasure radiated from her core. Her eyes fluttered closed to better concentrate on the sinful sensation. The crotch of her panties grew damper, her folds swollen with arousal.
“I thought I told you not to move.”
Maggie gasped, her eyes flying open. She stared at him with guilt. “I…um…”
