“You don’t know that,” she says under her breath, so softly I almost don’t hear her.
“Are you really against marriage? Having a family, settling down?” I ask, trying to push down the sinking feeling in my stomach.
Maggie blinks her blue eyes at me in surprise. “Where is this coming from?” she asks slowly, as if I’m a spooked animal.
“I think I want that,” I mumble, taking a sip of my drink.
“Okay. I’m sure someday you’ll?—”
“No, Mags. I want it sooner than someday. I’ve been so caught up in my career that I’ve lost track of the other things that matter to me. I want a family. I want more than a few weeks a year to visit my mom. I just—” I say, my bottom lip wobbling. I implore her to read between the lines with a look alone. “I want more,” I finally whisper.
Maggie swallows, her eyes wide and staring at me. Shit, this was not a good way to go about having this conversation. By the way her shoulders lift to her ears and her eyes lookaround the bar, like she’s ready to bolt—it’s clear that I’m scaring her away.
“Sorry, I think the margarita is getting to my head,” I try to laugh it off.
“Ro, I—” she says but doesn’t get to finish her thought as the bride, groom, and their friends join us.
The next thing I know,we’re four shots in and the sky is dark, the twinkling lights the only thing illuminating our path back to our shared room. Maggie sways a little on her feet and my arm automatically goes around her shoulder to steady her.
I expect her to push me away since we’re still technically in public, but instead, she leans further into me. As I fumble with my keys, her mouth finds a sensitive spot on my neck and leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses. My focus is jumbled but I eventually fit the key inside and turn the lock to open the door.
The keychain rattles against the side table as I throw it, freeing up my hands to grab Maggie. I kick the door shut with my leg and spin us around. With her back to the door and my mouth inches from hers, I cage her in, resting my sweaty forearms above her head. The movement brings our chests flush together. Maggie moans, pulling me closer by my collar.
I know we should probably have a serious conversation about where this is all going, but the way her chest heaves and the tops of her breasts poke out of that tight white dress is clouding all judgment. I run my finger over the seam of the dress but they refuse to spill out, taunting me.
Maggie smirks and closes the final distance between our lips. She tastes sweet, like pineapple with a hint of margarita and I let my worries go for now, matching her enthusiasm. Myhands drop to her thighs and I drag them up and down on her silky skin, inching higher and higher under her dress until I find her lacy underwear.
My thoughts are spiraling, stuck between our unfinished conversation from earlier and scrambled by the drinks we’ve both consumed tonight. The right choice would be to go to sleep, forget this night happened. And yet, I can’t deny her anything. If all she wants is to put the conversation on pause and have sex, then that’s what we’ll do for now.
I groan in her mouth and her tongue mingles with mine, soothing me, telling me that everything will be just fine. Her fists grip my collar so tight that I think she might tear this damn polo off me. I think I want her to.
My knuckles brush over her barely covered pussy and come away damp. My grin turns wicked as I kiss the side of her neck, continuing to run my knuckles over the flimsy material, but not touching her where she wants me most. “Always so wet for me, Mags.”
Her moan turns into a low whimper and she fists my hair just as I find the spot behind her ear that makes her crazy with want. I love how well we know each other and how I could make her come on the spot with just my fingers. I love how she feels in my arms and how she’s the best part of my day. I loveher.
Maggie finds my mouth again, nibbling and tugging at my bottom lip, one of her hands trailing down to my cock and palming me through my khaki shorts. She pulls at my collar again with one hand and one of the buttons pops off. It clatters to the floor and we burst into laughter.
Her blue eyes turn a darker shade and she walks me backward to the bed, pushing me down. “How much do you care about this polo?” she asks, voice sultry and sexy as hell as she climbs over me.
“I was thinking I could get one of those floral shirts from the hotel lobby,” I say with a smile. She plays with the collar of my shirt, running it between her thumbs.
“Hmm, good,” she mumbles, curling her fingers through the material and pulling hard. At first, nothing happens. She pulls harder once, twice, straddling me and lifting me off the mattress an inch. I laugh at our ridiculous situation, resting my arms behind my head but Maggie’s got her determined expression on. Her eyebrows are furrowed and her pink lips are pursed and when she pulls again with all her strength, my shirt tears open to my sternum. She grins wickedly and rips it the rest of the way, exposing my chest and torso.
Holy shit, why was that so hot?Maggie’s blunt fingernails rake over my abs and my cock twitches at the sight of her above me, using me for her pleasure. She must feel me twitch because she gives me one tortuous grind before lowering herself to kiss me again, from my mouth, down my jaw and chest, all the way down my happy trail.
I groan once more and fist the sheets as she places a kiss to my cock through the material of my pants. Her deft fingers waste no time undoing the button and the zipper, curling inside the waistband of my pants and underwear, and pulling them both down. I sit up to take whatever is left of my polo off me and Maggie smirks down at me with pride.
Reaching for the hem of her dress, I tug at it, signaling that I want her just as naked as me. Maggie follows and pulls the dress off her head, leaving her in nothing but her lacy underwear. It’s white, just like her dress, and I have to bite back another moan. Fuck, how is she so perfect? Her tits are perky, her nipples hard and pointed at me, begging me to put my mouth on them. I reach for her but she stops me with a hand on my chest.
“Lean back,” she says, shimmying out of her underwear. I expect her to throw it to the floor, but instead she wraps it around herfingers and brings it down to grip me. The sight alone of her hand and her soaked underwear around my stiff cock has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, lifting my hips up into her hand as she grips me hard, running her thumb over the slit. My hands fist the sheets as I try to hang on to the pleasure, but then she takes me in her mouth and I see stars. Her hand still holds on to the panties as she grips the base of my cock with one hand, her head bobbing up and down as she takes me to the back of her throat.
“You’re such a little slut for me, wrapping your pretty mouth around my dick,” I pant out and the words take me by surprise. We’ve never talked this dirty to one another and I start to panic that she’ll be offended that I called her a little slut.
I look down, expecting her to bite my dick off, but instead I find her touching herself with her free hand, her blue eyes pinned on me as she sucks me harder, her fingernails digging into my pubis. “Good girl,” I hear myself saying as I push her hair back and grab the back of her neck with one hand, thrusting into her hot, wet mouth. Her eyes water but don’t waver from mine and I shudder, trying to hold back my release.
“I’m close, baby,” I pant and she lets go with a loud pop, climbing up my body, leaving more kisses in her wake. She hesitates when she reaches my mouth but I pull her to me, devouring her lips.
