That wasn’t at all what she wanted, but it would make things easier. He slowly started inching his hand upward, making it extremely hard to think.What the heck? May as well be honest.
“No. I was thinking more like a friends-with-benefits sort of thing.” She tried to sound blasé.
His hand made it to her hip. He squeezed, and shewhimpered. “Only until I tire of you, though,” she added.
He smiled. “So, no expectations of a relationship?”
“None.”
He pretended to think while his hand inched upward. “I could probably make that work. Friends then?”
“I was thinking we could focus more on the benefits part.” She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a long, deep kiss.
He moaned and laid down next to her on the lounge chair. It wasn’t built for two, so it was a tight fit.
“Get on top of me,” he said gruffly, wrestling to get under her. When their bodies were flush against one another, he moaned again and undid the clasp holding her bikini top. It stayed pinned between them.
He did a half sit-up and pulled the back of the chair up so he was almost sitting upright, and she straddled his lap. He sent the bikini top flying and latched onto a nipple. She arched into him and clasped his head to her.
She’d never had sex outside. What a rush. This was the reason she’d decided to get intimate with Mitch. Hot, mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex.
She let all thoughts go and just felt. She rocked against him, moving her hips back and forth over his length. The idea of him fully dressed, and she almost naked was heady. The orgasm came from nowhere and caught her by surprise. She panted and moaned through it and after catching her breath, noticed Mitch, still as stone, watching her intently.
“Holy shit, Mags. And I thought last night was hot. Get into my back pocket and grab my wallet. I came prepared this time.”
He got what he needed and tossed his wallet. She sat and backed off him enough to be able to undo the first button of his Levis. She didn’t take her eyes off his as she slowly undid each of the others.
“You’re killing me, woman. Get him out already.”
“So bossy,” she said but did as he demanded. Seeing himin the light of day was amazing, and she stared openly, in awe.
He took a second to open the condom and cover himself. “Come here.” He crooked his finger. She scooted closer and was rewarded with a passionate kiss.
Impatiently, he pushed aside her bikini bottom and positioned her to take him. She slid down slowly, taking him an inch at a time until he was fully sheathed.
“God, you feel good,” he murmured.
He filled her completely. She could feel him everywhere.
“Ride me, Maggie.” She moved slowly at first, and he groaned. As she built up speed, he grabbed her by the ass and helped her accelerate even more. He finally made one last thrust and a muffled growling noise. His face was buried in her hair, and he was gasping for air.
“Mags. I can’t breathe,” he panted. He rolled them so they were side by side, but still facing each other. Pushing her hair out of her face, he kissed her tenderly and then just held her. Falling asleep in his arms sounded heavenly, but she had other needs at the moment.
“Mitch? All I’ve eaten today is cookies. I’m starving, and you never answered my question about the groceries. Did you get any or not?”
“Oh, no, sorry. Forgot about that. How about we have a pizza delivered and then worry about the rest tomorrow? Adam’s driving out tonight. He’s probably on his way and could pick up something else if you don’t want pizza.”
“Pizza sounds like a plan.” She sat up and immediately missed his warmth. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts as she searched for her top. Finding it hung on a chair a few feet away, she scurried over and quickly put it back on. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and get dressed. You handle the pizza?”
He’d buttoned back up and was typing into his phone. “On it.” He held up the phone. “What do you like?”
“Pepperoni and pineapple’s my favorite, but I’m notpicky. I’ll eat whatever you get.”
***
She was so easygoing. The difference between Maggie and most of the other women Mitch had been with was night and day. No demands of an expensive dinner. No “on the side” this and “hold the oil” that. He should have found a woman like this years ago.
He located the nearest bathroom and cleaned up, ordered the pizza, and grabbed a beer to wait. Maggie reappeared fifteen minutes later, dressed in khaki capris and a navy blue, fitted T-shirt. Her hair was up in a ponytail.
