Chapter Seven
“I didn’t use a condom,” Connor blurted.
“You also came before I did,” Maggie said, her heart still thudding from the experience. She didn’t even care she hadn’t climaxed. A small problem. Connor would take care of that soon.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you,” Maggie said. “Don’t worry. I’m not at the right time in my cycle, but to set your mind at rest I’ll go to the doctor tomorrow and get the morning after pill.” Maggie felt a pang saying the words, even though it was the right thing to do. While she wanted children, it wasn’t right to have a baby to hook a man. And besides, she couldn’t explore spanking while pregnant. That sounded plain wrong.
“I’m sorry.” Connor’s voice was hoarse. His eyes held remorse, and Maggie knew he was being too hard on himself. She shared the blame.
“Hey, there are two of us in this bed. I didn’t notice the lack of condom until you said something. It will be all right, and to make sure I’ll ask the doctor for a prescription for birth control. Okay?”
Connor dipped his head and kissed her hard, pouring apology and passion into the kiss. She felt it clearly.
“I didn’t mean to manhandle you. I’ve never treated a woman that way before. I don’t know what came over me.”
Maggie frowned. Manhandled? He’d ripped her panties and taken rather than coaxed. So what? She hadn’t felt in danger or scared. In fact, she’d enjoyed every moment of their lovemaking.
“What are you talking about?” She pushed at his shoulders so she could see his expression. “Explain.”
“I was rough with you.”
“You didn’t hurt me. I like that you felt you could let go with me. I won’t break, you know. Besides, I have a mouth. If you ever do something I don’t like, I’ll tell you.”
Connor blinked, a wealth of emotions flashing through his blue eyes. Too fast for her to decipher them. “You enjoyed it? Me being rough?”
Maggie’s mouth twitched. “Apart from not coming. That bit sucked.”
He hesitated before the tension seeped from his shoulders. “I can fix that.”
“You should get right on it then,” Maggie said, allowing her teasing to rush free in a sassy grin. “I’m agog to see how you will do it.”
“Agog?”
“Yeah, it means eager and impatient.”
Connor groaned. “I know what it means.”
Her brows rose. “So?”
He snorted, shook his head once and pressed a swift kiss to her lips. “Don’t talk. I need to concentrate.”
“It’s true then. Men can’t multitask?”
“That’s a myth put out by women.”
“Prove it.”
“I can’t speak and use my mouth on you at the same time.”
Maggie suppressed a giggle and shook her head in a mournful manner. “All talk and no action.”
A snort escaped him. “Someone should have spanked you when you were younger.”
“Ah, but they didn’t, which is why I need it now.” She waited, taut with excitement, for his reply. It was the closest they’d ventured to a discussion of her sexual needs. Would he take the hint?
His brow furrowed then he moved down the bed. “We’ll see if you’re singing a different tune after I’m finished.”
