Every time I looked at Maggie Maxwell, it was torture to look away.
Maggie
Graham carried me up the stairs. I loved it when he threw me over his broad shoulders—the way he manhandled me. He slapped my ass once, giving it a playful squeeze before running his hand down the length of my thigh. It felt so good to have that man’s hands on me again. I’d dreamt of it every night since he left.
We entered the bedroom and stopped just inside the door.
“You got a new bed?” he asked, setting me down. “What was wrong with the old one?”
“Oh, uh… Hunter wanted us to start fresh, so he bought a new one. One that was more his style.”
“Jesus, Max, you’re really bending over backwards for the guy.”
“Hey. I owe him, remember.” I hopped to the bed and sat down. “Don’t worry, the old one is in the guest room.”
Graham followed and moved in close, leaning me back.
He hovered over me for just a moment before kissing me and running his hand up my thigh again.
“Why don’t we get comfortable?” I suggested.
“I’m only comfortable when I’m with you, princess. You know that.”
God, his voice did it to me every time. And when he slid his handunder the jacket to remove it from my shoulders… I was nothing more than a puddle.
We moved to the head of the bed, where I unbuttoned his shirt and started on his belt.
“So did you find what you were looking for back in Colorado?” I asked.
Shit.
Why thefuckdid I bring that up now?
He straightened a little, but stayed leaning on his elbow.
I ran my fingers through his soft belly fur and traced the stars on his ‘V’.
“No. How could I when I left it here?” He traced lazy circles on my hip. “Max, I’m so sorry I did that to you. I don’t deserve to?—”
I brought my finger to his lips, shushing him. “No,” I whispered.
He grabbed my wrist and kissed my scars individually. Two on the forearm, one on the bicep, the latest one under the silicone bandage. Then he moved to the other arm, working his way up to my neck where his kisses sent that irresistible heat straight between my thighs.
I palmed his stiff cock through his pants. God, I missed this. I closed my eyes and let my body sink into his every kiss, every touch, every sensation I’d missed since the day he walked out that door.
“Promise me you’ll never do that again.” He pulled himself back so our eyes locked and squeezed my wrist firmly but gently.
“I won’t if you won’t,” I said, searching his eyes for the tiniest promise that he’d stay.
“We certainly move fast, don’t we?” Hunter’s voice sliced through the silence. “Here’s your drink, mate.”
Graham cocked a brow and took a sip.
“Don’t mind me… you two have great chemistry.” Hunter disrobed and moved to my side of the bed. “Let’s get you out of this little number, darling.” Before I could respond, he grabbed my dress and literally ripped it off me.
I gasped at the sudden heat from the lace tugging against my skin, burning me before letting go. Even though my dress was completely see-through… even though I wanted it off… the fact that he justtore it from me—especially after the whole incident backstage—it felt like punishment.
“Jesus—” Graham said and set his drink on the nightstand. “You alright, Max?”
