Bedwrecker(76)
Then he smirks, all naughty and smug, and my eyes go wide when realization hits me. “Oh my God, Keen Masters, don’t you even think about it.”
Those eyes only grow more devious.
“Don’t you dare,” I beg.
He loves when I beg, but I’m not certain it is going to work this time.
“What?” he asks with feigned innocence, before his fingers begin to tap at the center of my chest.
I writhe beneath him and try to flail my limbs, but his legs cinch around my sides to keep my arms pinned to the bed.
“Hand it over.”
I shake my head no and still refuse to open my hand. Torture or not, I will not let him win. I will not.
His fingers start to move.
Oh my God, I can’t stand it. I’m so ticklish that soon I’m bucking like a wild stallion, trying to throw him from my body. “Keen, stop. Come on, stop. Don’t be an asshole.”
“Saying things like that is certainly not going to stop me.”
“Sorry!” I yell. “Sorry.” I make a hopeless attempt at flailing my arms once again.
Without mercy, he continues to hold me down and tickle me, and then somehow the naughty fiend manages to peel my hand open and take the packets from my grasp.
With his body still pinning me down, he holds the condoms over his head with his one free arm in victory. “You were saying?”
The push and pull.
Hard and soft.
The tease and the taunt.
I love the thrill of it.
A low whine rises from deep within my throat. “That I am certain we can strike a deal.”
A hushed chuckle tumbles from his mouth, so thick it is almost a pant, and then his expression softens as he rolls off me to fall beside me.
“What are you proposing?” I ask as I feel a change in the air.
He looks at me as if mesmerized. Suddenly, I’m mesmerized too, and I watch him. Watch everything. The way his tongue flicks out to wet his full lips. The way his eyes seem to be assessing me. That same nervous twitch in his hand I have seen before. I am so hyperaware of every inch of his body and the way it moves that I swear even his chest is rising and falling in perfect sync with mine.
Raising a cautious hand, he crumples the condom packets. “We haven’t talked about this, but I haven’t been with anyone but you since New Year’s.”
A fragmented sigh stutters from my lips as they part. Never have I felt anything better than being with him and never once since him did I consider being with another. And the fact that he hasn’t been with another woman—I can’t even tell you how that makes me feel. “Neither have I,” I respond.
His gaze captures mine before he reaches with his empty hand to push my hair away. “I’m clean.”
“Me too.” I swallow, knowing exactly where he’s going. “And I’m on the pill.”
He drags his fingertips down my cheek, sweeping along my jaw and tracing my lips, while raising his other hand. “Then we don’t need these,” he murmurs, the words rough, absolute.
“No, we don’t,” I whisper against the fingers he is fluttering along my bottom lip.
“Come here,” he says, tossing the condoms to the ground. “I want to kiss you. I want to fuck you. I want to do so much more.”
“I’m right here,” I tease. “Go ahead and have your wicked way with me, but be quick about it—we have to leave soon to catch our plane.”
“We’ll catch a later flight.”
“No, we won’t.”
Grabbing me by the hair, he slams his mouth to mine.
“Maggie.” He licks. “Maggie.” He sucks. “Maggie.” He blows hot breath against my skin. “What am I going to do with all this teasing of yours?”
Whimpering as our bodies grind together, I run my hands up his face and slip my fingers into his soft, thick hair to tug on it.
His groan is loud.
I hear myself whisper against his jaw. “I already told you: whatever you want, as long as we don’t miss the flight.”
His body trembles with unleashed power. “Say that first part again.”
“Whatever you want.”
His lips curve up into a smile. “Get up on your knees and elbows.”
As a self-proclaimed sexpot, he knows I’ve done just about everything under the sun. He also knows the one thing I have not. And yet I trust him. In fact, I want him to take every part of me, fuck every part of me with his beautiful cock, his talented fingers, and that lethal tongue of his. So without hesitation, I get up on my hands and knees knowing exactly what he’s going to do. And honestly, I’m equal parts nervous and thrilled.
He slips his fingers over my pussy, dragging the moisture up. “Oh fuck, you’re already so wet.”