IHAD PLANNED TO TESTout the diner that everyone at the police department raved about when a display of pastries in a picture window caught my attention. I looked at the artfully painted name on the large picture window. Books and Brew. A customer walked out the door as I walked by and the delicious aroma of coffee and pastries made my mouth water. I knew exactly where I was going to stop on my way back to my truck.
I glanced through the window at the business next to the coffee shop and bookstore and caught sight of something I wanted to taste more than diner foods, sugary sweets, or even rich java brews. Maegan. Fuck me! I thought she looked adorable and sexy in her pajamas the night before, but that sexy librarian thing she was rocking sent my lust into hyperdrive. I jerked to a stop and watched as she strode angrily toward a guy in her store. The blonde curls she had piled on top of her head bounced with every step as did her amazing tits that strained against the pale pink sweater set she wore. Her long legs were encased in black tights beneath a black and floral print skirt that hugged her hips and legs to just below midthigh. The chunky black heels she wore gave her a few more inches of height.
Jesus, I wanted to push that skirt up her hips, rip those tights and panties off and bury my dick so far inside her. Lust clawed at my guts and my pulse pounded like the fucking tribal drums they used to play before going into battle. My tempo wasn’t a battle cry though, it was a call to mate, to possess, and claim. So help me, the skin on my dick would be raw if I didn’t get my hands on her soon.
Maegan marched right up to the guy in a way that made me think she was going to slug him, but instead she crossed her arms over her chest, which pushed her glorious boobs higher. The only thing preventing me from popping full wood was the changes of expression in her face as the guy started talking. I didn’t need to overhear them to know what was going on. The guy was trying to sweet talk his way into her panties, and Maegan wanted no part of it. I didn’t want him to have any fucking part of it either. I was the one who would make Maegan soak her panties, and I was the man who would pull them down her legs.
Rage filled me at the thought of that man, or any other, touching Maegan. Everything about her posture was screaming no, but the douche canoe wasn’t getting it. I hated men like him with a passion. I jerked the door open forcefully but the two of them were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn’t hear me.
“Sloppy seconds just aren’t my style, Clayton. Move along before this gets really embarrassing for you.” Maegan had the trifecta working in her favor: intelligence, sexy, and feisty. I wanted it all to myself.Take a fucking hike, Clayton.
“Maegan…”
“I believe the lady asked you to leave,” I said firmly. Maegan stiffened but didn’t turn around.
“I’ll call you later.”
“No, you won’t,” Maegan and I said at the same time.
“Who the fuck are you?” the dumbass demanded to know.
I don’t know why I did it, because I didn’t have the right to touch her in such a familiar way, but I walked to her and placed my hand on her shoulder. Maegan relaxed immediately beneath my touch.
“Who I am isn’t important,” I said in the most menacing voice I could muster. “Leave this store and do not bother her again.”
“See you around, Maegan,” the tool said as he beat a hasty retreat out the door.
Drop your hand and step back. Drop your hand and step back.Did I do those things? No. I liked my hand on her body and battled the urge to let it roam freely over her soft curves. Instead of pulling back, I gently dug my thumb in her neck and massaged small circles. The tension melted away as her body warmed beneath my touch, releasing the scent of her perfume or body wash. Maegan’s outfit was ladylike and demure, but her sultry fragrance screamed of long nights filled with hard fucking and back clawing.
A tiny whimper escaped her lips and her head fell forward invitingly. My second hand joined the first and I dug my thumbs a little deeper in her soft skin on either side of her neck, eliciting a long moan from her. My dick was on high alert and if Maegan took a half-step back her ass would’ve encountered the proof of just how much I wanted her.
I had a succinct feeling that Maegan was multifaceted like a high-quality diamond. I caught a glimpse of her vulnerability the night before and the force of her strength as she faced down someone much bigger than her the very next morning. She didn’t need my assistance, but she accepted it without complaint. She wore a spicy fragrance beneath elegant clothes. Maegan’s light green eyes were both honest and mysterious at the same time. She was a beautiful riddle that I desperately wanted to solve, but not too fast. I wanted to take my time uncovering all the facets of Maegan Miracle, starting with her body.
“Don’t stop,” she said huskily.
“I’ve been wanting to hear you say that since the moment we met.”
A delicate shiver worked its way through her body. I knew without a doubt where this was heading. The only question was how long it took us to get there.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to yourfriend, Maegan?”
She stiffened then stepped out from beneath my hands, breaking the contact as sharply as the interloper broke our connection. Maegan turned around and looked at me for the first time since I walked into the shop. She smiled sweetly, but the heat in her eyes told me how affected she was by my touch.
“Um, hellooo,” the guy said. “Earth to Mae.” She turned her head and pinned the guy with a death glare so fierce that I expected laser beams to shoot out of her eyes and zap him into oblivion.
I chuckled then turned to assess my potential competition. He was a few inches taller than Maegan, but still shorter than my six-four height. He had medium-brown hair styled in a boyband fashion and guileless blue eyes that twinkled with mirth.
“Well, I guess it’s up to me to do the introductions.” He sort of muscled his way between us and held out his hand in greeting. “I’m Milo Miracle, Maegan’s older, dashing brother.”
“Elijah Markham,” I said, shaking his hand. “Maegan’s new neighbor.”
“Oh, so you’re responsible for my sister walking funny today,” he said.Brother. Good to know.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
Maegan made a noise like she was choking on air. “I’m going to kill you, Milo.” I should’ve told her it wasn’t wise to threaten someone in my presence, but I was having too good of a time. I wished that I was the reason Maegan was walking funny, although I didn’t want her to actually be injured, if you know what I mean.
“She told me about chasing Lulu into your yard and stepping on a stick in her bare feet. She had a splinter and that was the reason why she was limping earlier.”
