“Oh, you feel...” Her face runs through every emotion I’ve ever seen before settling on ecstasy. Her chest heaves, pushingthose perfect tits in my face. So, like any good man worth his salt, I clamp my lips around one hard peak and suckle.
A whimper slips from her as she lowers another inch.
If we’re doing this inch by inch, I’m a dead man.
Hands clasp my jaw with a tremble. I loose the peak and lift my gaze to hers. Maggie leans forward, her forehead dropping to mine like she can’t get close enough, like that’s the thing that connects us. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders. I breathe her in.
Her expression is a war of desire and hesitation.
“Come on, Sunshine, give in to me,” I rasp.
Her face softens. “I want to. It’s... been a while.”
“We’re takin’ this slow, or not at all. Tell me how it is.”
A soft smile blooms over her face. Something cheeky flickers through those stunning greens of hers, and she lowers another inch. We both moan with the movement.
I grip her hips and hold her right there.
“Not another bit, or this is going to be over way too soon,” I grind out.
“Been a while, cowboy?”
“You could say that.”
How does two years sound?
“Think about toilet plungers. Dirty, filthy toilet plungers. Brady’s three-day-old socks...” she chuckles, her head dropping back.
With a growl, I nip her peak, now shoved in my face. “Can think of a better way to distract myself.”
I close my lips around the hard nipple and suckle, flicking my tongue over it. The amusement drains from her face, replaced by a heat that could burn the sun. Loosing a whimper, her hands slide into my hair. “Now,thatis not fair. How am I supposed to stay still when you’re throwing fuel onto the fire, Hadley?”
I chuckle around her nipple and she groans, burying her face into my hair along with her hands.
Her hips wriggle, just a little.
A warning.
A promise.
I’m fuckin’ listening, Sunshine.
Her chest snaps up before caving as I shift to the other nipple.
“I need to move,” she whines.
“Not yet.” I reaffirm my grip around her hips until she’s vibrating around the tip of my cock. Only when I have her so affected that she’s barely breathing do I slam her hips down.
A strangled moan turning to my name on a cry spills from her lips.
Taking in every expression, every move she makes, I wait for her to tell me it’s too much.
Instead, she rises on her knees and plummets back down.
This time, I drop my head to her chest, growling through the need to slam into her.
“Hadley . . . I?—”
