Clamping around her clit, I suck.
Hips bucking off the bench, she comes undone. I steady her with a rough grip on her hip. Taking every drop of release she gives me.
Just as I anticipated, that look claiming her face has me falling to pieces right alongside her.
She’s stunning.
One look, one moment, and the trap laid out for my heart snaps shut.
I’m a goner.
No, I’m already done. Because now I am going to spend as long as she’ll let me making her look just like this. Making her sound like this.
I plan on worshipping my Maggie.
She’s the beam of sunlight I didn’t know I needed. The force of nature that brightens my day. I drop my forehead to the harsh edge of the bench, head still between her legs. It’s only then, still kneeling at her feet, I realize she could very well just up and walk out of my life like my father did. Only I don’t think I’d fare as well as last time.
“Hadley.” Her fine fingers slide down around my jaw, lifting it. “Now, up here.”
I push to my feet, and she claims my mouth. I give her the depth I feel with every stroke of my tongue, every nip and brush of my lips against hers.
The intensity should scare her.
Hell, it scares me.
Sliding her panties up her legs, I brush my knuckles over the inside of her thighs. I dot a kiss to her apex before adjusting the underwear on her and holding out the shorts.
She steps in. “You don’t have to dress me, cowboy.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I know. Trying to make the moment last.”
I glance up to find her face scrunched up. A shaky hand runs through my hair before sliding down to cup my face. “Of course you are.”
Once I have her dressed and free of the debris and leaves from rushing through the forest I found in her clothes, I lift her onto the bench. A squeal that turns into a giggle echoes around the hut.
Plucking up the socks from her boots, I slide them on her feet. She studies every move I make, alternating her attention from the task at hand to my face. One hiking boot goes next. Then the other. With her laces all tied up, I step closer. Between her legs, I press into her, tilting her face up to mine. “Much better than hours in a cattle truck, Sunshine.”
She pecks a kiss to my lips. “If you say so.”
“I absolutely do.”
“We should head back.” She drops her gaze.
“Yeah, I’m starving.”
Her eyes narrow as they rise to look at me. “You already ate, cowboy.”
“Sure did. But seriously, though, how’s the food at that restaurant of yours?”
She chuckles. “It’s only the best in three counties.”
“That settles it then, we’re eatin’.”
She hesitates as her hand presses to my chest.
My bare chest . . .
“Oh shit,” I say with a laugh.
