“This was your idea,” she countered, continuing at the same slow pace.
“Two can play at that game.”
Rising again, she tossed her head. “I don’t play games.”
She didn’t—a fact he appreciated.
Maggie paused. “I’ve never been able to come like this. What am I doing wrong?”
“I can touch you or you could touch yourself.” Why the hell couldn’t she ask him about spanking like that? Straight out. He’d never laugh or treat her like an idiot. “We’ll experiment until we get it right.”
Intense concentration marred the smoothness of her brow. She rose and fell getting into a rhythm.
“Try changing the angle,” he suggested, hoping like hell he could hold off long enough for her to experiment.
She twisted and squirmed and slipped the fingers of one hand between her legs. Her head fell back and soft, needy sounds emerged. She’d never looked more beautiful.
He reached up and stroked one breast, using more pressure when his fingers trailed over the tip. “Feel good?”
“Yes,” she said, going quicker, her eyes fluttering shut.
Connor watched the play of emotions over her face. If she thought he intended to let her go easily, she could think again. Now that he’d made love to her, spent time with her, he was more convinced than ever that they had a future. He moved with her, knowing she was close now. Releasing control, he allowed the heat and pressure to rampage through him as they slid together with exquisite friction. He pinched one distended nipple, flexed his hips.
Without warning she cried out, convulsing around his cock. She stilled and the clawing tension burst inside him. His cock jerked with explosive contractions, blistering waves of pleasure and satisfaction converging in him. He tugged her into his arms and held her, luxuriating in the aftershocks and the soft woman in his arms. His curvy woman.
Somehow he had to show Maggie her heart was safe with him. He’d hold her secrets close and nurture her dreams. All she needed to do was trust him.
