“Waiting long?” He tried to sound casual. It wasn’t easy when all the blood had plummeted from his brain to his cock.
“Long enough that I fell asleep.” She smiled ruefully. “I wanted to say thank you for the gifts.”
“You’re welcome. Now that I see you in that negligee, however, I think I should be the one offering thanks. Maggie mine, I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you.”
He crawled onto the bed. Her gaze sparkled with feminine appreciation as she took in his naked form. The part that her gaze lingered on swelled even more.
“Very happy, I should say,” she said with a laugh.
The perfection of the moment struck him. The two of them, in a comfortable bed. His Maggie, relaxed and beautiful, laughing over a sensual joke. For the first time in a long time, he felt…free. Blessed to be alive in this moment. He knew the feeling wouldn’t last, so why waste it?
Yet he had to ask. “What about Glory? What if she wakes and…”
“Not to worry.” Maggie’s smile warmed the depths of him. “Hypatia is sleeping in the room next to hers tonight and will keep watch.”
“You’ve thought of everything.”
“I believe in planning,” she said demurely.
They simultaneously reached for one another. Their kiss was carnal, uninhibited. They rolled on the bed, a tangle of lips and bodies and tongues. She somehow ended up on top, and when she pushed him back against the pillows, he raised his brows in question.
“Tonight, I want to have my way with you,” she said.
Well.He didn’t think it possible, but his cock got harder.
Folding his hands behind his head, he said, “Have at it.”
Just because he was accustomed to taking the lead in bed didn’t mean that he couldn’t enjoy some variety. And the way Maggie was looking at him, with such sweet feminine hunger, made him want to encourage her newfound confidence.
After a sweet touch of her lips to his, she began to taste her way down his body. It didn’t escape his notice that taking charge sexually was likely a new experience for her. There was a shyness to the way she licked his earlobe and nibbled down the tendon of his neck. In fact, she was pretty much mimicking what he’d done to her…and damn, if it wasn’t working.
When she traced one of his nipples with her tongue, he couldn’t hold back a groan.
Her head popped up. “Is that all right?”
“I’m not certain. Keep doing it, and I’ll let you know.”
A smile tucked into her cheeks. Then she lowered her head again, and his chest heaved as she slowly, deliberately licked his nipple. Lapped at it like a delicate cat. Right before she used her teeth.
His pulse spiked. His erection jerked against the rigid muscles of his belly.
She repeated the action on his other nipple, the soft scrape of teeth driving him wild. It took everything in him to keep his hands behind his head, to not give into the impulse to take over. The primitive part of him that wanted to flip his naughty enchantress onto her back and bury himself in her snug, lush hole.
Experience had taught him that prolonging the pleasure would make it even more intense. All he had to do was not unload his cannon like an untried lad.
Easier said than done.
Through hooded eyes, he watched as she nibbled her way between his ribcage, stopping here and there to pepper kisses over the twitching ridges. It wasn’t just the pleasure of her touch that he savored: it was her enjoyment of what she was doing. The sultry fun sparkling in her eyes, her growing awareness of her own sensual power. When she made a place for herself between his legs and wrapped her fingers carefully around his turgid flesh, he thought he might die from the anticipation.
“You’re so big,” she murmured. “I can hardly fit my fingers around you.”
She wasn’t being coy; his rod did strain the limits of her grip.
He wanted to strain other limits of her as well.
“How about your sweet lips?” he suggested silkily.
He adored the determined tilt of her head. She had a prim, business-like look as she sized up his throbbing prick the way she might a specimen in her fossils shop. Thank God his Maggie was never one to back down from a challenge.
