“Sleeping quarters?” she asked. She adjusted her raincoat again and stepped down. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
Reid met her at the landing. She was still on the second step from the bottom when he approached. He looked up into her eyes for a change, and Maggie could see his were turning that molten amber she’d grown to adore. She could feel the air charge between them, and it had nothing to do with the storm whipping outside. Now. She knew if she didn’t do it now, every ounce of courage would drain from her.
“Reid?”
“Hmm?”
Oh, here goes nothing. “The real reason I stopped by this afternoon.”
She unbuttoned the top button of her coat, and before she could lose her courage, she untied the rest. Maggie stood, waiting for Reid to take in the full picture. Then she shrugged the London Fog off her narrow shoulders and let the raincoat fall quietly to floor.
“What do you think?”
“You have to ask?” he whispered, closing the distance between them and lifting her from the stairs.
Instinctively, she looped her arms around his neck and parted her lips. His kiss was better than she remembered, if that was possible. Reveling in their tongues dancing in rhythm and the heat radiating between them, Maggie moved her hands under the bottom of Reid’s loose shirt and ran her hands up his tight stomach and chest.
She heard a sharp intake of breath. His mouth was at her ear.
“How did you know red is my favorite color?” he growled before nibbling on her throat and dotting kisses along her collarbone and chest. His hand cupped her right breast, and his fingers found their way under the flimsy lace. He deftly unhooked the bra and let it fall to the floor.
Maggie couldn’t formulate a response as she lost herself to what his fingers were doing. The need to feel more of Reid’s skin on hers began to take over. She tugged at his shirt and found the bottom button. Working her way to the top of his chest, she undid each one with shaky hands. The blue cotton shirt fell open enough for Maggie to trail her hands over his chest and down his abs before releasing the button on his shorts.
“It’s not fair that you have on more clothes than me,” she said, absently chewing on her bottom lip.
Reid’s eyes became playful. He eased the shorts off his hips, allowing them to drop to the floor before lifting Maggie off her feet.
“Better?” he asked, bringing her face level to his own.
“Much,” she answered, savoring the feeling of his body pressed against hers. She stared into her favorite pair of brown eyes.
“You’re full of surprises.”
Maggie thought the same thing as he lifted her into his arms. He was certain and confident in how he touched her, in what he wanted.
Maggie knew the room was moving past her, but her eyes were locked on Reid. With each exhale, her breath quickened. It was happening too fast and too slow.
He laid her on the bed in the sleeping nook. “This spot right here.” Reid’s tongue ran along her breast. “Has been on my mind.” His hot breath toyed with her skin.
Maggie couldn’t care less if she was on a plush bed or the hard teak deck outside. She lost all rational thought and felt herself turn into hot liquid. He began to suck and bite along the sensitive skin until she was writing for him to take all of her mouth, but before she could work up the courage to beg for more, his mouth trailed along her stomach.
“And this”—his lips moving to the top of her red lace bikini—“has been keeping me awake at ni
ght.” He clamped the fabric between his teeth and began tugging at it.
She closed her eyes as his hand moved between her legs. Oh my God. She tilted upward, urging him to touch her more.
“Maggie,” Reid whispered into her ear, nuzzling his face along her neck then kissing her shoulder and working his way down to resume the delicious torture on her breasts. “You are so beautiful.”
Running his hand down her thighs, he stripped the red panties away and tossed them to the floor. He eyed her hungrily.
Maggie thought she would start begging if he didn’t do something. She hadn’t thought past walking over in the coat. The plan had completely spun out of control. He had stopped, and he was hovering so close, taking heavy breaths. Before she could form another question, Reid palmed the inner softness of her knee and lightly pressed it to the side. She bit down on her bottom lip, and closed her eyes. He reached for the other knee and hooked it under his arm.
“So soft,” he murmured into her belly, kissing below her navel. She writhed underneath him, and he shook his head.
There was a velvety warm pressure building deep within her, and Maggie knew there was only one way to remedy it. “Please,” she mewed, arching further and squirming as he ran a hand between her legs.
“Please, what?” he demanded, breaking contact with her skin.