her up the mattress until her core was in the perfect position.
But he didn’t kiss her there. Not yet. He took his time, running his hands up the insides of her thighs until his fingers grazed her outer folds. Maggie was aching now, pushing her body into his touch.
“Let me look,” he demanded.
“Please,” she begged, unable to find more words to ask for what she needed.
He found her most sensitive skin and she gasped, desperate now. Gently, tenderly, he teased her, running his thumb in small circles over her.
“You’re so ready,” he breathed. “And I thought I’d have to work to deliver your orgasms.”
The hot, low sound of his voice nearly undid her.
“Not yet,” he said, withdrawing his hand.
Maggie groaned. She’d been so close. To stop now—it was torture.
“Tell me where you like to be kissed.” His lips brushed her inner thigh. “Here?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “No. Higher.”
“Here?” His tongue licked a path up her leg, stopping just short of where she needed him.
Maggie shifted her hips restlessly, but he held her firm.
“How about here?” His mouth skimmed her outer lips.
“Close, so close,” she moaned.
He released her hip and used his hand to spread her wide. “Here?”
“Yes!” she screamed. His tongue licked her entrance, then up to the sensitive spot his fingers had toyed with moments earlier.
Closing her eyes, she lost herself to the feel of him exploring her, slowly at first, as if he wished to learn her body. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had made the effort to find what worked for her. Derrick never had. And then she forgot all other men. There was only Hunter, his mouth and his devilish hands. She cried out, trying for the word “yes” but only managing a high-pitched sound.
“Do you like that?” His finger pressed against her, but stopped before slipping inside. She moaned, arching up into his mouth. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
His tongue swirled back and forth over her wet folds, pushing her further toward the edge. She was so close. But what if it didn’t happen? What if he’d gotten her this far, but couldn’t get her over the edge? His mouth closed over her most sensitive flesh and she felt his finger slip inside her as he sucked mercilessly.
And then, she fell.
The orgasm that had been building since she’d first seen him at the bar swept over her. Bucking her hips against his mouth, she waited for him to pull back, for the pleasure to end. But he only moved his tongue faster, sliding it down to meet his fingers before gliding back up. She went higher, her whole body tingling with take-me-to-heaven bliss.
And when she finally came back down, he was still there with her, his hands touching her, his mouth worshipping her. Maggie pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked down at him. She tried to think of something to say, but “you can stop now” seemed just plain wrong and “amazing” just wasn’t enough. Instead, she reached down and touched his soft brown hair.
Hunter lifted his head, smiling, his eyes filled with heat. He rocked back and sat on his heels, watching her.
She drew her knees together, allowing her legs to fall to one side, the pressure of her inner thighs against each other sending delicious aftershocks through her body.
“One down,” he said, rising from his crouched position at the foot of the bed. “Are you ready for another?”
* * *
“THERE’S MORE,” SHE WHISPERED. It wasn’t a question. Simply a statement issued with wide-eyed wonder.
“We’re just getting started.”
Hunter watched her blue eyes scan his bare chest. Had a woman ever looked at him with such earnest amazement? He reached for the button on his jeans and Maggie followed the movement, her lips parted. Wanting to draw this out, he paused, admiring the view in front of him—blond hair tousled, breasts that he knew for a fact overflowed his hands, shapely legs turned to one side, offering a view of her round backside. He wanted her, every inch, but the sexy yet innocent look on her face? That drove him wild. He needed to be inside her.
Without taking his eyes off her, he knelt down and quickly removed his boots. He stripped off his jeans and reached for the elastic band on his boxer briefs. All the while Maggie watched him. He paused. Condom. He needed protection. Now. Once he took off his shorts, there was no turning back.
He withdrew a foil packet from his wallet and stripped off his last piece of clothing. A soft gasp drew his attention back to the bed. Maggie stared at his hard-on. There was appreciation in that look and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“If you’re worried it won’t fit, I can assure you it will, but you can go ahead and say the words anyway,” Hunter teased.
“You’re huge,” Miss Maggie whispered.
“You certainly know your lines.” He tore open the foil packet and covered himself, then lay down beside her on the bed.
“Compared to my last—”
“Let’s not bring him in here right now. Just you and me.”
Running his hand up her thigh to her hip, he gave her a gentle push and rolled her onto her back. He kissed her, supporting his weight on his arms as he hovered over her body. “I can’t wait much longer,” he said against her lips. “I want you. Fast and hard.”
“Yes,” she gasped, arching up until her nipples brushed his chest.
Hunter leaned back and positioned himself at her entrance. He couldn’t wait. Next time, he’d make love to her slowly, but not now. The need was driving him wild. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this close to losing control with a woman. And one he’d just met? Never.
Her fingers touched his covered cock, wrapping around him as if she wished to help him find his way.
“May I?” she asked.
He nodded. Her soft voice made him throb as she guided him into her very tight heat. How long had it been for her? The thought floated through his mind and drifted away. God help him, Little Miss Maggie felt impossibly good. He began the familiar pull and push as her hips rose up to meet him thrust for thrust.
But missionary just wasn’t doing it for him. He wanted more.
“Turn over.”
Maggie opened her eyes and he watched as she processed his command. Reaching for a couple of pillows, he positioned them under her hips as she rolled. Kneeling behind her raised backside, he slipped inside and thrust. Deeply. And then he let go. Listening to her moans, her begging sounds demanding more, he knew she was on board and ready
