Her entire body quivered and shook as pleasure assailed her. Finally, she could stand no more.
Maggie moved away from him then. He looked surprised as she sat up and eyed him.
“My turn,” she said, wanting to give him the same pleasure he had given her.
Braden smiled in delight as she leaned forward on to all fours.
Oh, the sight she made in his bed. Her short russet hair curling around her face as she rolled him over onto his back.
Instead of straddling his waist, she stayed to his right side. She took his hand into hers and brought it to her mouth, “Such wonderful hands you have,” she breathed, running her fingers over his skin. “So strong and dark.” Then she placed his forefinger into her mouth and ran her tongue over the pad of it.
Braden hissed in ecstasy as she nipped at the sensitive flesh. He watched in awe as she alternated his fingers, one by one, giving each the same, sensual attention with her tongue and teeth.
As she toyed with him, he reached out his other hand and cupped her breast.
She groaned, and released his hand. Braden quickly closed it over her other breast. She smiled at him and placed her hands over his.
The sight of her hands over his as he touched her soft mounds delighted him. But not nearly as much as the sight of her eyes dark and seductive as she watched him watch her.
She was spectacular. The way she gave herself to him without shyness or reserve.
Never had he seen such. And he wanted more. He reached for her.
Maggie grabbed his hand and tsked at him. “Do I have to tie you up?”
He grinned evilly. “Would you?”
She laughed at him. “Do you want me to?”
“I must say I have never had that happen before. It might be interesting.”
She arched a brow at him. “You would trust me to do that?”
“Only if you promise to untie me when you finish.”
A wicked glint came into her eyes. Before he could reconsider, she pulled the laces from their shirts and set about tying his wrists to the bedposts.
Braden couldn’t believe he had agreed to this and yet there was something so strangely erotic about it. He was completely vulnerable to her now. Something he had never been to anyone else in his entire life.
Maggie stared down at Braden lying against the white linen sheets. His dark skin contrasted sharply with it. The muscles on his arms flexed ever so slightly as she adjusted herself to sit by his side.
“Are you just going to look at me?” he asked.
“For the moment, aye.” Because he looked scrumptious lying there, naked and warm, writhing on the sheets as his long, dark hair spilled across the pillows.
There were so many places on his body she longed to explore. The muscled curve of his neck. The ripples over his stomach that flexed as he breathed.
But first, she decided to start with his thighs.
Aye, those strong, dark legs seemed to be the most delectable part of him. Well, that and his buttocks. Maggie smiled. She would taste him all before the night was over.
Moving to his feet, she placed herself between his spread legs and skimmed her hand up his calves and over his thighs.
Braden ground his teeth as her nails gently scraped his flesh. He stared down at her as she dipped her head and started biting the flesh of his inner thigh.
There was no pain, only a pleasure unimaginable. Never had he felt anything more exciting that her tongue gently dancing across his flesh as her hands explored him.
Laughing, she looked up at him. “Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, “where should I go next?”
