“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” she said, then realized she’d lost another opportunity to state her wants.
Connor nodded, his expression serious for a change. “In that case, how about if I distract you?”
“I’m listening.” If he suggested coffee or breakfast she’d be crushed. Thisfriends with benefitsthing wasn’t as easy as he’d made it sound. She felt as if she were navigating a mine field. “What did you have in mind?”
His eyes twinkled with definite mischief. “This,” he said seconds before he pounced.
Without warning Maggie found herself on her back with Connor leaning over her. His strong arms caged her in position as he stared down at her. “Now I have you where I want you.”
“What are you going to do?”
His grin never wavered. “Why don’t you wait and see?” He leaned closer and kissed her, a gentle kiss that pierced her objections.
He could do anything. Anything at all, if he continued the pleasure he’d started last night. The wet rasp of his tongue over the pulse point at her throat stalled her next breath. This close she could see the dark stubble on his jaw and feel the faint rasp against her more tender skin. He looked up and caught her staring. He had flecks of gold in his eyes and eyelashes long enough for most females to envy.
“What? Don’t you like that?”
“I like it,” she admitted, although she was sure he knew that. Her body wasn’t exactly holding back on visual clues. Her pulse raced each time he touched her.
“I will explore every inch of you,” he said between kisses. He worked down toward her breasts, nibbling her collarbone, nipping then laving the sting away.
“And do I get a chance to explore?”
“Not yet.” He grinned at her before lowering his head and licking around one nipple. They both watched as it pulled tight.
Sighing her enjoyment, she plunged her hands into his hair, silently encouraging him to continue.
“No touching. Hands above your head.”
Maggie frowned. “But that’s not fair. You’re touching.”
“My game. My rules.”
Is that all this was to him?A game?She stared, trying to read his mind. And they said women were bad. He had an enigmatic thing going and she didn’t have an inkling of his thoughts. Clearing her throat, she said, “Is this a game to you?”
“What we’re doing right now. Yes. But ourfriends with benefitsdeal is serious. I’m not playing games or stringing you along. I promise.” Not a hint of humor showed on his face or in his blue eyes.
She needed to trust him. It was that simple. Letting her breath ease out, she relaxed. A tremulous smile communicated her acceptance of his conditions.
“Hands above your head,” he ordered. “Grasp the headboard and don’t let go.”
Maggie hesitated a fraction before following his instructions.
“Good girl,” he said with a grin.
“Should I wag my tail?”
Connor chuckled. “Maybe later.” He ran his fingers down her torso, bypassing her breasts to skim across her ribs and trace around her belly button.
“That’s ticklish.”
“Ah,” he said, his mouth moving against her skin as he spoke. Gradually, he moved down her body. A kiss here. A touch there.
She thought he’d hurry things along and get to the good stuff. Instead he explored her body, learning what she liked. A nip on the tender skin of her inner thigh. The firm stroke of his hands down her calves. Her breasts grew heavier while clawing tension swelled inside her.
“Connor, no more.”
