With Ranger outside, I lowered Maggie to the butcher-block counter in the kitchen and pressed more kisses to her temple, over her face, down her neck to that sensitive spot at her nape. Her fingers ranked through my hair as she said my name in a throaty voice.
Pulling back, I met her eyes. “You still with me?”
“Fuck yes,” she said, her eyes hazy.
Ranger came back to the door, pawing it to show he was ready to be let in. “Give me a minute,” I whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Her eyes narrowed. “No longer, Sullivan.”
Smiling at her, I asked, “Impatient much?”
“Just not feeling certain that someone we love won’t appear in your kitchen doorway any moment,” she said.
Well, you couldn’t argue with that. There was a history.
Letting Ranger in, I passed over a large bone to keep him happily occupied for the foreseeable future and moved back to the counter where Maggie sat watching. Walking straight into her legs that were spread, I wrapped my arms around her, supporting her ass as I pulled her to me. She immediately moved to wrap her legs around my waist again, and I took us to my room.
Her mouth moved over my neck as she murmured, “Just saying, I do have the ability to walk.”
I pulled her closer. “But then I couldn’t have you kissing me as I got us back here. I’m thinking this was the way to go.”
“I like this logic,” she whispered, her tongue tracing my jaw.
After what seemed like years but was just minutes, we crossed the threshold into my room. Lowering Maggie until she was able to stand, I first tugged off her kimono. Then her T-shirt met it in the pile. She kept her eyes on mine as she kicked off her boots and pushed down her shorts. My brain felt near overload as I ran my hands up her arms, to her shoulders, then back down. Holy shit, she was fucking gorgeous. Her bra and underwear were a dark blue lace where I could just get the hint of what lay beneath, and it drove me mad.
“You seem to be overdressed,” she murmured, pushing my shirt over my head while I toed off my shoes and pushed my jeans down to join the rest on the floor. I was at once both impatient to be naked with her and wanting to slow down and soak in every minute.
Down to our underwear, we stared at each other, waiting to see who was going to move first. Maggie’s warm brown eyes darted down to my hard cock, barely contained by my boxer briefs. Looking back at me, her grin stretched into a smirk, and we were drawn together as if by a magnet.
As our lips met, any thoughts beyond kissing her senseless completely evaporated from my mind. My hands were everywhere all at once. I traced over her curves at her hips, back to squeeze her ass, then skated them over her stomach to her breasts. While that felt amazing, her bra was clearly standing in the way. I slid my hands around her back to unhooked it. A strap slipped down, and Maggie looked up at me with a raised brow, daring me to get moving. My mouth followed the strap down her arms until I slid it off and tossed it to the side.
Maggie impatiently slid her underwear off while I kicked mine down until we were completely naked and pressed against each other. Our hands roamed like we couldn’t decide where they should go next. I felt like a teenager and wondered how I could gain some control or this would be over far too soon.
Taking a breath and thinking of my to-do list at the brewery to try to calm down, I backed Maggie up until the backs of her legs were pressed against my bed and lowered her down. Nope. Still feeling like I was going to blow. Glancing at Mags as she settled on the bed, her hair cascaded in ripples over the pillow as the lamp on my dresser lit the room in a soft glow. Yep. Needed control. Should I count? Think of grandmas? Deep breaths?
“What?” she asked.
I shook my head a bit, feeling like I was coming out of a trance. “Just love the sight of you on this bed. Your hair spread out on the sheets. Shit, Maggie, you’re like my fantasy come to life, and I’m a bit worried that I won’t be able to last long enough here, like that scene fromMystery, Alaska.”
“Sully! One, I absolutely remember that scene, and that’s not happening here. You’ve already grabbed my boob, and no one has gotten off yet.”
I groaned. Just kill me. Not helping. “Don’t speak too soon.”
Maggie’s expression softened as she got up and moved to where I stood by the bed. Kneeling with her upper body pressed against mine, she traced my hairline, wrapped a hand around my neck, and pressed her lips to mine. Pulling back, she looked at me with a softened expression. “It’s not like this is the first time I’ve been in this bed. It’s not even the first time we’ve done this.”
Her lips brushed mine again. “And Sully, while the last time did end in a way that was somewhat stressful, I couldn’t help but notice that it was pretty damn amazing.”
Tension unknotted from my neck. “Yeah? Why do you think that is?” I lowered my mouth to her neck, pulsing small kisses there as she wrapped both hands around my back and pulled me closer.
Her breath stuttered as my tongue dipped into the hollow of her throat.
“Mmmm,” she answered.
I pulled back, finding her eyes closed, but they fluttered open to meet mine. “Why did you stop?”
Kissing the tip of her nose, I whispered, “Wanted to hear your answer.”
“Oh.” She looked surprised for a moment, then her face relaxed. “Well, I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone who knows me as well as you do. That has to make a difference, right?”
