“My turn to play.” Maggie pressed her lips to his briefly. “You just sit there looking hot.”
His laugh was more a grunt.
She kissed his shoulders, moved to his chest, and kissed every inch of that too. By the time she reached the waistband of his sweatpants, his breathing was choppy. Maggs looked at him as she ran a finger down his stomach. Watching his eyes darken as she slipped it beneath, stroking the smooth head of his arousal.
“You’re a wicked woman.”
Her smile was pure seduction. “I try.”
She made him forget, made him moan long and loud, and then when he demanded more, she straddled him again, taking him deep inside her.
“So good,” he said just before he took her mouth in a savage kiss.
And it was so good, Maggie thought. Too good, almost too much. Arching back, she felt his hands on her breasts and then she sailed over the precipice with him.
Chapter31
Fin woke early with Maggie wrapped around him like a blanket. He had to admit, it was something he could get used to, but as he’d promised Chief Blake he would head up the trails early and take another look for clues where they’d found Simon Linbar’s body, he would have to leave her, if only briefly.
If luck was on his side, he could slip out of bed, hike for a few hours, and be back before she woke. It was Sunday. The gallery was opened by Joan. They could spend the day here, only leaving for sustenance.
Damn, they were playing basketball today. Maybe he could get someone to sub in for him. Running the hand he had on her waist down her body, he stroked the smooth flesh. She didn’t move. Clearly his girl was a solid sleeper.
It was still dark, so he couldn’t see much of her, but he could feel her. Maggie Winter had the body of a pinup model. He wouldn’t be telling her that, however; she’d probably turn him into a eunuch.
Lifting her hair, he studied the face beneath now his eyes had adjusted. She slept deep, not even moving as he touched her cheek.
He wanted this woman bad. Before he continued his exploration and forgot his promise to the Ryker Falls chief of police, Fin eased out from beneath her, much to his regret.
She murmured, flipped onto her back, then began snoring softly. Muffling a laugh, he pulled the covers to her chin. Grabbing clothes, he then left the room.
It was colder than a blizzard, so he stoked the fire and put on coffee. Not for him, but on the off chance Maggs woke, she might like some. Dressed, he wrote her a note explaining where he’d gone, then laced his feet into his boots. Tugging his thermal cap lower, Fin let himself out the back door with a smile still on his face.
She did that to him. Maggie Winter with her humor, smarts, and sexy as hell body. He’d opened up to her about his mom, and she’d not judged him; instead she’d taken him on a sensual journey that left him reeling. He could still feel her lips on him. Her hands stroking, tormenting.
“Lucky it’s cold,” he muttered as his body twitched.
Whistling softly as he walked over the icy ground, he knew he was the only person around. Snow hadn’t fallen again last night, but there was ice on the ground and the temperatures would freeze any idiot not dressed for them.
“Lucky I’m not an idiot then.”
“Hello, Fin.”
“Christ!” Fin’s heart leapt inside his chest. “You scared the crap out of me.”
“Not my intention. I just want to talk to you, and this seemed the only way.”
His father wore a thick jacket and cords. On his feet were hiking boots.
“What do you want?”
“To talk to you. You’ve not given me a chance to do that, so I thought out here you’d have little option.”
He hated that just looking at this man made him hurt. Hated that little charge of emotion inside that he’d not quite been able to crush.
“You have nothing to say I want to hear.”
“Well now, that’s fine, but I’ll still be saying it.”
