He refused to question her change of heart. He was just pitifully grateful that she wanted the same thing he did.
She parted her lips to allow him entrance and met each stroke of his tongue with her own. As his hands swept over her back and dipped down to lightly grasp her gorgeous butt, she let out another soft groan and arched into him.
Connor gave a mental shout-out to whatever gods were in charge of the really important things—like Maggie’s body. Her well-sculpted arms. The smooth line of her stomach. The shapely curve of her thighs. Not to mention her delectable mouth. She was temptation personified and he couldn’t resist any part of her. Never could.
That was probably why it had taken him so long to get her out of his system. But he had gotten over her.
This time, things would be different, he thought, as he slid his hand up and cupped her breast.
This time it was all about physical pleasure, pure and simple. No hearts, no emotions, no pain. No more thinking about the past. From here on, there was only pleasure.
“Connor, I want…”
“So do I, baby,” he whispered, and swooped her up into his arms.
“Oh, you never did that before,” she blurted, then laughed playfully and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I must’ve been crazy,” he muttered, and carried her into the bedroom, were he laid her down gently on the comforter.
He followed her down and pulled her into his arms, where they gave and took in equal measure as they rolled together, exploring, begging, melting into each other as they each demanded more and more.
Connor moved up onto his knees and straddled her thighs. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” he said, sliding his hands under her top. “I do like this sweater.”
She smiled dreamily. “Thank you.”
In a blur, he whipped it up and over her head and tossed it aside.
She laughed in surprise, then sighed as he ran his hands along her bare shoulders, down her sides and across her stomach.
“I like this better,” he said.
“Me, too.”
He cupped her breasts and leaned over to kiss the soft roundness. Swiftly unhooking her bra, he tossed it, as well. “Better and better.”
“Connor,” she whispered, and moaned when he used his thumbs to tease her nipples to peak. He moved in with his mouth, taking first one breast, then the other, sucking and licking, nibbling and tasting until she was writhing under him.
He moved lower, kissing her stomach and nuzzling her belly button as he slid lower still. He slowly unzipped her pants, planting more kisses as he exposed more skin. Pulling them off, he rose to gaze at her body. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Connor,” she said on a sigh.
“I’m right here.” He gazed at her, saw that her eyes were bright with desire. Her thick red hair was spread out in waves across the pillow like an aura. Her lips were plump and wet from the touch of his own. All she wore now was a pair of skimpy pink lace panties, the stuff of male dreams. He slid two fingers under the edge to tease her, but only succeeded in straining his already shaky control. His body was hard and aching and he couldn’t wait another minute to do the one and only thing he wanted to do. Bury himself inside her.