A Perfect Distraction(74)

Slowly, almost tentatively, they began to move.

Then desire and need overtook them, pushing the pace, the intensity.

Harder. Faster. Hotter.

Her arms wound round his neck, pulling his mouth to hers. His hands slipped beneath her bottom, driving him deeper.

Together, they sped toward completion.

Together, they reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

Maggie arched against Jake as her climax overwhelmed her. She felt him stiffen, holding her tighter still. A kaleidoscope of colors whirled through her brain. Nerve endings fizzed and sparked. Deep within, her core pulsed and throbbed. Deep within, Jake’s hardness pulsed and throbbed, too.

She’d been right. Her imagination hadn’t even come close.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN



JAKE WAS IN heaven. Correction—heaven was in his arms.

Sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, bathing him and Maggie in its warm glow. Their legs were tangled together. Her lush breast filled his hand, her pebbled nipple pressed against his palm. The curve of her butt fit perfectly against his groin.

His nose was buried in the mass of brown curls spread invitingly across his pillow. He inhaled, drawing in her sweet scent. The nape of her neck enticed him. He couldn’t resist. Shifting slightly, he ran his tongue down the soft skin. Delicious.

Though he’d tasted every delectable inch of her last night, he couldn’t get enough.

Something new for him.

He’d always enjoyed women—their company the perfect antidote to too many hours surrounded by testosterone. The sex was invariably good, but never enough to stay long. Have fun, move on.

Maggie shifted in her sleep, her bottom settling more snugly against his hardness.

He went from sated to insatiable.

Something new, for sure.

He’d never wanted with such ferocity before. He nibbled at her shoulder.

They’d only been together a few hours. After a few days, this urgency to make love with her would surely subside.

Her foot rubbed against his calf. His erection twitched.

Then again, maybe not.

His fingers trailed over her breasts, edging lower to her stomach, her hip and the top of her thighs. Maggie murmured and shifted again.

He teased, played, dipping into her moist heat, not quite reaching her nub of desire.

She moved restlessly, urging him.

He resisted her demands, wanting her to be ready for him.

Her eyes opened, dark pools lit with golden flames.

“Jake.” Her voice was husky with arousal.

Slipping his finger into her slick core, he stroked the hidden bud with his thumb.

Maggie arched with pleasure. “I want you. All of you.”

And he wanted her. All of her.

Grabbing a condom, he sheathed himself, then sank deep into her hot wetness. Her muscles tightened around him, claiming possession. He was a willing captive.

In moments, Maggie cried out her release. He followed immediately after.

Definitely something new.

Something he could want...for the rest of his life.

* * *

JAKE WAS A much nicer wake-up call than a ringing phone, Maggie thought as she surfaced from sleep a second time. She squinted at the clock.

Eleven-thirty!

Well, her sleep had been disturbed. Heat filled her cheeks as she recalled how passionately she’d been disturbed.

Oh, my God. She’d been wanton. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest.

Jake raised himself on one elbow and glared at the phone. It stopped ringing. He leaned over, smoothing a curl from her forehead. “Sorry if that woke you.”

Her heart skipped. “I can’t believe I overslept.”

“You had a very late night.” Fire smoldered in his gaze. “Or a very early morning.”

Heat raced through her body, making it tingle and ache. Her womb tightened with need.

Again? She couldn’t believe it. Sex had always been pleasant. Nothing special. Nothing earth-shattering. Until last night, when the earth had definitely shattered.

And she’d discovered an insatiable craving for Jake.

Maggie forced her mind to ignore her need to lick her way down his broad chest...again. “You could have answered.”

“They’ll call back if it’s important.” He shrugged. “What are your plans today?”

“Emily’s staying with a friend, so I’m free.” She paused, not wanting to sound too forward. “Unless you have other plans.”

He grinned. “Practice is at two. Until then, I’m yours. What do you want to do?”

Her mind shouted several decadent suggestions. But before she could answer, Jake’s stomach rumbled loudly.

“Looks like we’re having breakfast.” He smiled wryly. “What’s your pleasure—in bed or at IHOP?”

She leaned back against the pillows, licking her lips slowly. “Breakfast in bed.”

“Your wish is my command.” Aqua sparks leaped in his blue eyes.