The Summer He Came Home (Bad Boys of Crystal Lake 1)

The thick bulge that filled his jeans and burned against her hip.

“Why am I doing this?” he asked once more, his voice husky as he lowered his head. His warm breath tickled across her flesh as ripples of desire rolled through her trembling form.

Maggie closed her eyes. She stopped breathing. And maybe the world stopped spinning, because it felt like the ground had shifted beneath her and she was falling.

His hands claimed her hips, and he turned her so that she was flush against him. So that every inch of her from the waist down was pressed into his body.

So that the place between her thighs, that hot, moist part of her, rubbed against him in a way that ached.

A groan fell from between his lips, and she shuddered as his mouth skated across her neck to settle beneath her earlobe. He nuzzled her there, and everything inside Maggie erupted in a red-hot wave of need that was so intense, her legs surely would have buckled if Cain’s strong grip hadn’t held her firm.

His hands slid upward until he cupped her head and fingers slid along her jaw in a smooth motion. He forced her to look up at him once more. “Ask me again what I want,” he said hoarsely.

Maggie closed her eyes. This was so wrong. To feel this way about a man like Cain Black. He was way out of her league. “What do you want?” she whispered.

His breath was on her face once more, caressing her skin like small whispers of magic. The ache inside was so intense it was painful.

“The answer’s real simple, Maggie.”

God, the way he said her name.

“I.” He kissed her cheek and her legs did give out, but his hands were there, and she clung to him. “Want.” His mouth slid to her temple, where his tongue darted out to taste her there. He nibbled his way down to her mouth and hovered above her lips, with only a whisper of heat between them.

She opened her mouth, felt the anticipation that tingled inside her body and was weak from the weight of it. She was coming apart, and the man had barely touched her.

It had been so long since she felt this way. On the cusp of desire and rank with its effects.

“Open your eyes, Maggie.” His voice was so low, she barely heard him. But the feel of his hands on her face was urgent, and his muscles bunched against her palms as he shifted beneath her.

She opened her eyes and ate the groan that sat at the back of her throat. Cain stared down at her as if he was starving. As if he needed her to breathe.

His right hand slid into her hair, and his lips brushed the softness of hers. His eyes never left hers as he whispered against her mouth.

“I want…you.”

Chapter 12

Cain stared down at Maggie and struggled to keep it together. She was killing him. He’d never had such a need, such an insane desire, for a woman before. Ever. And Lord knows, over the past ten years he’d seen a hell of a lot of them in all shapes and sizes.

He swallowed thickly and nuzzled her neck, loving the warm scent of her, the soft feel of her.

He’d swung by the house to see his mother—had totally spaced and forgotten she volunteered on Fridays—and at the last moment decided to come inside on the off chance that he’d find Maggie.

Find her he did.

Bent over the desk in cutoff jean shorts, her toned legs and round ass shown off to perfection. He hadn’t seen anything that hot in ages—Daisy Duke had nothing on Maggie O’Rourke—and it had awakened a truckload of fantasies that had immediately gone south. Way south. Way hard south.

She whimpered beneath him, and he groaned at the sensation left behind as she rubbed along the length of him. His already-straining cock tightened until the exquisite pain threatened to erupt.

He cupped her chin and breathed into her mouth.

“I want…you.”

His lips grazed the softness of hers, teasing and coaxing until she opened beneath him. His mouth moved over hers, and he claimed what he’d wanted for the last week. The fragrant silk of her hair surrounded them, and his fingers tangled in their folds as he deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded and stroked, and the taste of her was intoxicating. His hands traveled the length of her body until he rested upon her sweet round ass.

She whimpered again, a soft feminine sound that went straight to his gut. He clenched everything and groaned into her mouth. Christ, he hadn’t been this horny since Shelli Gouthro had pulled him from the Coach House all those years ago. Back then it had been all about getting laid, but this…this was so much more.

Maggie kissed him back, a full-on surrender, and for the longest time he held her, his mouth drinking from hers, tasting, suckling, as his hands roved as much of her as he could reach. He couldn’t help himself. She felt way too damn good between his legs.