Was she really going to let him do this to her? Right here, in her grandma’s kitchen? Her body was betraying her better judgment, but she didn’t care. Things were out of her control now. She wanted him with an intensity she’d never felt before. Gradually, his hands worked their way south, and he finally, finally touched her where she ached to be touched. Her head dropped backward, onto his shoulder, and she moaned as he put his hand inside her panties.
“Spread your legs,” he said into her neck. She did, and as he stroked her, she could feel the pressure building. She wanted to move against his hand, but he held her steady.
“Don’t. Stop,” she panted.
“I’m confused,” he whispered. “Are you saying stop ordon’t stop?” He was teasing her. He knew full well what she was saying, but wanted to hear her say it. Wanted her to beg. And she was more than willing to.
“Oh, God, Mitch, please. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
He didn’t. The pressure built and built until finally, she let out a loud groan while her whole body went rigid, and she convulsed in his arms. Her hands had long since left the refrigerator. One was locked onto the back of his thigh, and the other held his neck in a death grip. Her body arched in offering to him. Her legs had turned to Jell-O, and he held her up through the aftershocks. She’d never had an orgasm that strong. She’d never been so turned on. And they hadn’t even had sex. Come to think of it, they hadn’t even kissed! Slowly, she floated back to Earth. He was breathing heavily, and she could feel the huge, hard erection pressed into her back. She’d been satisfied, but he was still raring to go.
Some crazy impulse seized her. She would look back later and think she must have been possessed by some wanton nymphomaniac. She turned around slowly and looked into his lust-filled eyes. Moving into him, she put her hands on his chest, pushing him back toward the island in the middle of the kitchen. Once he was up against it, she pressed herself to him, put her arms around his neck, and brought his lips down to meet hers.
Instantly, they opened to each other. Tongues collided in passionate, desperate kisses. Reckless, borderline sloppy kisses, trying to get closer. He grabbed at any part of her he could touch, hands running up and down her back until finally coming to rest on her ass. She reached down between them and placed her hand on his erection. Dang, he was big. Slipping her hand down his shorts, she realized the shorts were all he was wearing.
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He held back a moan as she tenderly wrapped her handaround him. She used the other to push down his shorts and in the same movement, drop to her knees and wrap her mouth around him. Gasping for air, he gripped the countertop to keep his knees from buckling. Her mouth was hot, and her lips soft. He wouldn’t last long if he let this continue. He knelt in front of her, took her in his arms, and kissed her, hard.
“Maggie, I need to get inside you. Please, let me inside you.” His gruff plea was anxious and desperate. Her frantic kisses told him she wanted that, too.
All at once, he realized he hadn’t come prepared. He stopped and looked at her. “Shit. I don’t have anything for protection. I wasn’t planning this. But I swear to you I’m clean. Are you on some kind of birth control?” His words came out in a jumbled mess. He wanted her badly but knew he would stop if she said no. He braced himself for her reply.
“Mitch, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. So, shut up and fuck me already!”
Oh, thank God. That was all he needed. He quickly got rid of her clothes and laid her on the kitchen floor at the same time he entered her. She was wet and tight and felt so damn good around him.
“Sorry, but this isn’t going to last very long. You feel so good. I’m ready to burst right now.”
She answered him with a smile and the movement of her hips. He took the hint and moved with her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed harder and faster, and she met every thrust with one of her own. This time when she came, he came with her and then collapsed on top of her.
They laid together for a minute, catching their breath. Sooner than he would have liked, he rolled off her and helped her up. He gathered their clothes, and they dressed hastily. Now that it was over, reality started seeping in.
Mitch’s head was reeling. Something was different about sex with Maggie. He didn’t know what but was already eager to try again and find out. He wanted to follow her to herroom, get into bed with her, and have a slow, leisurely do-over. What he did instead would haunt him forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Thank you?
She’d never had a one-night stand so she couldn’t be sure of protocol, but she was fairly certain it didn’t involve banal declarations of gratitude.
The next morning, he was gone. She had a feeling he would be. Dealing with a woman “the morning after” was probably not his forte. His expertise was most likely in sneaking out of women’s bedrooms before dawn.
The kicker was, he hadn’t left her bedroom. After they’d gotten dressed in the kitchen, he walked her to the hallway, and with a funny look in his eyes, gave her an awkward hug and said, “Um, thank you. See you in the morning.” Then they’d returned to their separate bedrooms and slept alone.
She’d have to Google that and find out if it was a thing now. Should she have reciprocated? What if it was rudenotto say it? Ugh, who knew?
She should probably be royally ticked off, but what did she expect? He wasn’t head over heels in love with her. It was just sex, and she understood that going in.
Crap. What if sex with her was horrible? Mitch was no doubt used to women much more exciting and “capable.” Her inexperience must have been evident. Last night hadbeen the most erotic fifteen minutes ofherlife, but she imagined her hot sex scale differed vastly from his.
Maybe she was overreacting. He did leave a note saying he had business in the city but would be back by lunch. Perhaps that’s all it was. Killing and kidnapping seemed like a nocturnal pastime, so she was most likely safe for now.
She could analyze it to death or make cookies. The decision seemed easy until she went to the refrigerator for butter. The refrigerator. She would never think of it the same.
Good God, what had she been thinking? Sex. With Mitch. On her grandmother’s kitchen floor? The sad part was, she’d do it again. In a second.
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