you taste so good.”
She smiled and tried to kiss him again, only to have him pull back more. “What is it?”
“I’d better go.”
“Why?” Rising up on tiptoes, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth in a quick nip. God, she didn’t want him to go. She wanted to just crawl up him, wrap herself around him until the ache inside eased. Until she couldn’t think anymore.
“Maggie,” he said again. “As much as I want to stay—”
She gripped his shoulders and spun him around, pushing him against the door.
“Just…just shut up.” Body pressed to his, she took his mouth roughly. Tasted him fully. And lost herself in him.
Chapter Three
The feel of Maggie’s lips on his made it difficult to think rationally. Her tongue slithered past his lips and her taste burst in his mouth. Fruity and hot, like berries left to warm in the sun. Difficult? Hell, damn near impossible.
Spence tried to focus on all the reasons he needed to leave. They’d only just met. She’d been drinking. Christ, she was Cal’s sister. He couldn’t just jump into bed with her. Maggie pressed against him, ran her palms down his chest, over his stomach to the waistband of his jeans. Pulling away slightly, he looked down at her upturned face. Flushed cheeks, wet lips slightly parted, eyelids heavy.
“Darlin’, we can’t…” God, he couldn’t even put a full sentence together.
“Why not?” she asked. “I want you.” She moved her hand lower to cup his erection through denim. Spence gritted his teeth against the guttural sound rising in his throat and fought the urge to strain into the touch. “And I’m pretty damned sure you want me, too.”
“No question about that,” he murmured and cradled her face in his palms. “I just…” Her fingers slipped beneath his shirt, grazing his skin. “I just don’t want to take advantage or…” he hissed in a breath, “rush anything.”
She hummed low in her throat then moved even closer, rubbing against him sinuously. “Sometimes, rushing isn’t a bad thing.” She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “Sometimes it’s a really, really good thing.”
Spence closed his eyes briefly. He couldn’t just… Oh fuck it all. He dropped his hands to her hips and, gripping them, lifted her. Her skirt rode high up her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Moving swiftly, he turned so Maggie was against the wall and claimed her mouth.
Her hands abandoned their journey over his body and delved into his hair as the kiss deepened, sweetened and obliterated any logical thought. Shifting, Spence cupped her ass and ground his cock against her heat.
“Oh God,” she gasped into his mouth then dropped her head back. “Yes.”
Kissing along her jaw, down to her throat, he widened his stance and reached between them. Satiny skin met his touch just above the tops of her thigh high stockings, and his blood heated, his pulse raced. Using his thumb, he stroked back and forth before moving to the apex of her thighs.
He made his way back up to capture her mouth with his. Maggie wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed up against him. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue past her lips as he cupped her mound. Her lace panties were damp and teased his palm. He groaned as she circled her hips, pressing against his touch.
When he pulled his hand from between her legs, she whimpered in protested and wrenched her mouth from his.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
He kissed her lips and, holding her tightly, straightened. Spying the couch through the arched doorway, he strode toward it. He laid her across the soft cushions and stood, for a moment, just looking down at her. All mussed and flushed. He’d wager not too many saw her in such a state—she seemed the type to always be put together.
“Spencer,” she murmured, holding out her hand.
Without a word, he gripped the hem of his T-shirt and stripped it off. Her quick intake of breath caused his cock to
She smiled and tried to kiss him again, only to have him pull back more. “What is it?”
“I’d better go.”
“Why?” Rising up on tiptoes, she caught his bottom lip between her teeth in a quick nip. God, she didn’t want him to go. She wanted to just crawl up him, wrap herself around him until the ache inside eased. Until she couldn’t think anymore.
“Maggie,” he said again. “As much as I want to stay—”
She gripped his shoulders and spun him around, pushing him against the door.
“Just…just shut up.” Body pressed to his, she took his mouth roughly. Tasted him fully. And lost herself in him.
Chapter Three
The feel of Maggie’s lips on his made it difficult to think rationally. Her tongue slithered past his lips and her taste burst in his mouth. Fruity and hot, like berries left to warm in the sun. Difficult? Hell, damn near impossible.
Spence tried to focus on all the reasons he needed to leave. They’d only just met. She’d been drinking. Christ, she was Cal’s sister. He couldn’t just jump into bed with her. Maggie pressed against him, ran her palms down his chest, over his stomach to the waistband of his jeans. Pulling away slightly, he looked down at her upturned face. Flushed cheeks, wet lips slightly parted, eyelids heavy.
“Darlin’, we can’t…” God, he couldn’t even put a full sentence together.
“Why not?” she asked. “I want you.” She moved her hand lower to cup his erection through denim. Spence gritted his teeth against the guttural sound rising in his throat and fought the urge to strain into the touch. “And I’m pretty damned sure you want me, too.”
“No question about that,” he murmured and cradled her face in his palms. “I just…” Her fingers slipped beneath his shirt, grazing his skin. “I just don’t want to take advantage or…” he hissed in a breath, “rush anything.”
She hummed low in her throat then moved even closer, rubbing against him sinuously. “Sometimes, rushing isn’t a bad thing.” She looked at him from beneath her lashes. “Sometimes it’s a really, really good thing.”
Spence closed his eyes briefly. He couldn’t just… Oh fuck it all. He dropped his hands to her hips and, gripping them, lifted her. Her skirt rode high up her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Moving swiftly, he turned so Maggie was against the wall and claimed her mouth.
Her hands abandoned their journey over his body and delved into his hair as the kiss deepened, sweetened and obliterated any logical thought. Shifting, Spence cupped her ass and ground his cock against her heat.
“Oh God,” she gasped into his mouth then dropped her head back. “Yes.”
Kissing along her jaw, down to her throat, he widened his stance and reached between them. Satiny skin met his touch just above the tops of her thigh high stockings, and his blood heated, his pulse raced. Using his thumb, he stroked back and forth before moving to the apex of her thighs.
He made his way back up to capture her mouth with his. Maggie wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed up against him. He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue past her lips as he cupped her mound. Her lace panties were damp and teased his palm. He groaned as she circled her hips, pressing against his touch.
When he pulled his hand from between her legs, she whimpered in protested and wrenched her mouth from his.
“Don’t stop,” she said.
He kissed her lips and, holding her tightly, straightened. Spying the couch through the arched doorway, he strode toward it. He laid her across the soft cushions and stood, for a moment, just looking down at her. All mussed and flushed. He’d wager not too many saw her in such a state—she seemed the type to always be put together.
“Spencer,” she murmured, holding out her hand.
Without a word, he gripped the hem of his T-shirt and stripped it off. Her quick intake of breath caused his cock to
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