She’s panting, chest heaving.
“Hadley?”
Eyes closed, I tilt my head, jaw grinding shut. The hesitation is supposed to tamp down the need. It doesn’t do a damn thing.
Fuck.
“Come here, cowboy,” she says softly. “Please.”
Not missing a beat, my hands claim her face, my mouth hers.
I’m between her legs, her hands traveling back into my hair like they belong there. The little moan that slips from her is the last straw.
I break from the kiss, dusting hungry open-mouthed ones down her neck. She leans back on her palms, arching into my touch.
“Slow down, Sunshine,” I rasp.
“You feel like heaven...” Maggie grabs my jawline with both hands. “And it is nowhere near enough.”
I drop my forehead to hers. “Dammit.”
“What’s wrong?” Her green eyes are studying mine the second I lift my head.
“I didn’t mean to—” My gaze tracks over her flushed face, her erratic breathing, and the way her nipples rub against her tank, her shirt now open from my manhandling. “I didn’t come here just for this.”
She smiles, a lazy, sweet thing making me want to devour every inch of her. “I know.”
“God, Maggie, every minute I’m around you is torture... the best fucking torture.”
Her expression turns serious as she swallows and breathes, “I can’t have that.”
Her hand curls around the opening of my shirt as she drags me back to her.
“Good, because I could fucking eat you, and I’m damn starvin’.”
She wriggles out of the shirt, leaving the tank and her lacy bra poking out.
I lean in, kissing her neck, a hand gripping her hip, the other brushing underneath the hem of the tank. Her skin is the softest silk against my lips as I trail kisses over her collarbone before pressing them over her chest.
Mouth watering, I’m desperate to find out what those peaks of hers taste like.
A whimper slips past her lips as I brush a thumb over one hard nipple. “Fuck, Sunshine.”
“Take it off, Hadley. Please.”
I make quick work of her tank before sending a hand behind her back to pop the clasp.
And fuck, the most incredible tits fall free. Almost taking me to my damn knees. Green eyes now tightening with worry stare at me.
I won’t stand for any sliver of unease from this woman. “Christ, Maggie. You’re fucking perfect.”
I close my mouth around one nipple, suckling it. Her back arches and her head hangs, sending her hair dangling over the bench.
I nip the bud before dotting kisses around her soft, plush breast. Her throat flexes, breaths coming too fast. Moving to the other side, I swirl my tongue over the peak. Her hands slideforward, gripping the edge of the bench. All I can think of is having her white-knuckle the bench while I devour her pussy.
God, the number of times I’ve thought about just that in the past few weeks... Must be a Guinness record or some shit. I run a hand over her belly, and she lifts her head.
“I need to taste you, Sunshine. I’m fucking desperate for it.”
