Bedwrecker(49)
Dropping my hold on her, what comes out of my mouth is not what I expect. “No, you got it all wrong.”
Eyes blazing, she glares at me.
Crossing my arms, I lean back against my car and wait for whatever it is she has to say.
Mind you, patience has never been my thing.
She takes a step toward me. “Sorry, was that the wrong talk? Should it be, ‘I don’t want to do this to you again, but—’”
I shake my head no, and she stops. I know those words hurt more than any other. What she doesn’t get is they hurt me too.
“Okay, did you want to go with the ‘That was a mistake, we crossed the line, and we can’t do it again’ talk instead?” She makes a check mark with her finger. “Because that one is done too.”
My eyes greedily take her in. She really is a lot to handle, and for some reason, I find that to be such an incredible turn-on. “No, not that one either,” I say with a smirk.
Apparently Maggie’s sense of humor has gone by the wayside, because she narrows her eyes at me and then points her finger. “Keen Masters, you really are an asshole.”
Just as she pivots on the heels of her fuck-me pumps, I grab her arm again and yank her between my legs. “You can call me that a million times. I don’t care, but if you’d let a guy talk, you would know I was going to say, ‘I want to put my cock in that hot little pussy of yours again.’”
A pink shade seems to coat her face.
“Are you blushing?” I ask.
She tries to shove out of my hold.
I yank her even closer. We are eye-to-eye and I take her face in my hands. “Are you?”
Her lips part, and I swear I can feel her heart beating out of her chest. “No, I don’t blush. It’s just warm out here.”
Laughter spills out of me and I take her mouth for another one of those drugging kisses of hers. Licking around her lips, I murmur, “You’re cute when you blush.”
She bites down on my lip so hard, I rear my head back and bring my fingers to my mouth, and once I look at them, I give her a smile. “I’ll give you that one.”
She raises a brow. “Give me?”
“Yeah, I’ll give you that one, and even refrain from calling you cute ever again, although most women would take that as a compliment.”
Those hands of hers that I want on me go to her hips. “I’m not most women.”
“I know that.” I pat my leg. “Now come back here.”
She shakes her head.
“Please,” I add.
Slowly she steps between my legs. “That was much better.”
“I’m not always an asshole.”
She laughs. “No, just most of the time.”
My hand goes to my heart. “You wound me.”
Licking at the blood on my lip, she whispers, “Not likely, but I am sorry. I didn’t mean to bite that hard.”
I groan. “Do that again.”
“Do what? Bite your lip?”
My fingers creep over her hips to run them under the silk of her top.
She moans, and let me tell you, no woman moans like Maggie does. It’s enough to make a guy come on the spot.
“No, the ‘I’m sorry’ part.”
“Watch it,” she says, hovering her mouth over mine as if it’s a threat.
Fuck, I’m so hard right now and I really don’t want to lose her lips, so I drop it.
Hey, I know when to back down.
My fingers slide around to her back and then down to her ass. In turn, her hands go around my neck, and then we kiss, or a better term for it might be mouth-fuck.
When we stop kissing, we stare at each other.
“So do you forgive me for fucking up what we were just starting?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, that’s fair,” I tell her.
She stares at me, as if she’s contemplating telling me to fuck off.
That’s when I decide to hell with it all, I’m just going for it. “Fuck, Maggie, I had you, but I want you right fucking now. I want to taste you. I want to lick your sweet pussy until you scream my name. And then I want to watch your face as I make you come. Repeatedly.”
Her fingernails tear into the flesh at the base of my scalp. “That’s quite a list.”
“That’s not all.”
She tugs on my hair. “Tell me more.”
Okay, so it wasn’t “fuck off”; that is good.
“I’m going to lick, bite, and suck your nipples until you feel everything ache. Your pussy will be throbbing. I’m going to make you scream with pleasure. You’ll be begging for more.”
She’s not panting, but I can tell she wants to. “Anything else?”
I raise a brow. “Leave your front door unlocked and your shoes on, and you’ll find out.”