“Come here,” he commanded. She obeyed, his words sending a shiver of desire racing through her and settling in her core.
He took her hand and pulled her forward until she stood between his splayed thighs. “Kneel down, Maggie.”
She sank to the floor, her knees pressing into the plush carpet. He guided her hand to his zipper and she understood what he wanted. Slowly, she freed him from his pants and boxers. She glanced up at him and he nodded, his expression tight, as if he needed this too much to say another word. Closing her eyes, she bent her head and took him in her mouth.
* * *
HUNTER’S MIND BLANKED. His world at this moment was Maggie’s mouth on him, the feel of her lips, her tongue and her hand wrapped around him. Eyes open, he watched her, running his gaze down her naked body to her sexy black heels. God, those shoes really did it for him.
“I’m close, Maggie,” he rasped.
She made a purring sound in the back of her throat that pushed him right over the edge. He held her head in his hands as his hips lifted off the chair. He thrust up into her mouth, forcing her to take him as deeply as she could. Without taking his eyes off her, he exploded. Pleasure rocked him from head to toe.
As his orgasm eased and faded, he closed his eyes. More than a few women had serviced him like this. Well, maybe not exactly like this. Naked except for the supersexy shoes was a first. But he’d never felt this warm afterglow.
Opening his eyes, he looked down at Maggie’s expectant expression. “Come here,” he said, drawing her up onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her head against his chest.
“That was your fantasy?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah. Not very original, huh?”
“It really worked for me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so wildly sexy and powerful at the same time.” Her voice was so soft against his shirt he barely heard her. He felt her fingers unbuttoning his polo and then her lips against his bare skin. He might have had his orgasm, but she still needed hers.
“I promised I’d take care of you.” He gently pushed her off his lap, immediately missing the feel of her pressed against him. “Let’s go to bed, Maggie.”
With his hands on her hips, he guided her back until she hit the edge of the bed. Before she fell onto her back, he said, “Turn around.”
She followed his orders, bending at the waist and resting her forearms on the cream-colored comforter.
“Stretch your arms out over your head,” he commanded. “That’s it. Palms flat. Good girl.” He stroked one hand from the nape of her neck down to her raised bottom. She groaned, pushing back against him. He lightly swatted her bottom. “I didn’t tell you to move.”
“Not rough,” she said, her voice muffled by the comforter on the bed.
“That didn’t hurt, Maggie.” He ran his hand over her bottom and down between her legs. “I think it turned you on.”
“Please,” she whimpered as his fingers glided over her most sensitive spot.
“Patience, Miss Maggie.” He walked around the side of the bed stark naked and retrieved the box of condoms he’d placed in the night table earlier. Condom in hand, he moved back until he stood behind her. Allowing his body time to recover, he kissed her senseless, running his mouth down her spine.
“Spread your legs wider.” He dropped to his knees, adjusting his position until his tongue lapped at the spot guaranteed to have her crying his name. He wanted to hear her calling out for him, acknowledging that he was the one to push her over the edge.
She hadn’t lied when she said his fantasy worked for her. It didn’t take long for her to moan and quiver with pleasure. He stayed with her until her first orgasm faded. When she was wet and begging for another, he stood, covered himself and entered her.
The motions were familiar, but something was different this time. His last clear thought before he lost himself in the pleasure? This wasn’t just sex. Not for him. He was making love to her with everything he had.
He reached forward, wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled back until he could see her face. She looked beautiful, her lips swollen, her eyes wild with need. “I’m never going to get enough of you, am I?”
He released her hair, shifting his grip to her hips as he slammed into her again and again. When it was over, he’d probably worry about what it all meant. But right now? Inside her? It felt right.
Seconds later, he felt her tighten around him and he couldn’t wait any longer. He exploded. His mind blanked. Pleasure rocked him from head to toe. And Maggie, beautiful, sexy, determined Maggie, was right there with him, screaming out his name as she beat the palm of her hand against the bed.
Spent, but feeling better than he had in months, he withdrew from her. “Lie down, honey,” he commanded as he cleaned himself up. Maggie obeyed, rolling to her side, her high heels hanging off the bed. Hunter lay down beside her, with her back nestled against the front of his body. With her bottom pressed against him, he’d be ready for round three soon.
As if she’d read his mind and had other plans, Maggie rolled to her back and looked up at him. “I should go.”
“Go where? You live here.” He propped his head up with his right hand while the left brushed a strand of hair from her face.
She smiled up at him. “Back to my room.”