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

“So you said the other night.” She licked her lips and trailed her fingers along his chest until her hands were splayed across his shoulders. “I was a good girl and took your advice.”

“You did?” His chocolate eyes glittered.

She felt saucy. Dangerous. Powerful.

Maggie nodded and stood on her tiptoes so that she could whisper in his ear. Her sensitive nipples scraped along his chest, sending shards of desire spiraling across her flesh.

“I got a full night’s sleep, which I guess is a good thing.” She paused, felt his hardness against her stomach. “Because I’m not expecting to get any tonight.”

Maggie wriggled out of his arms and kicked off her shoes. She turned slowly and headed toward her bedroom, well aware of the man left behind.

Chapter 20

Cain had never seen anything as hot as Maggie O’Rourke. And he’d been around the block. She was Jezebel and Monroe and an angel all rolled into one sexy package.

He followed her down the hall like a dog in heat and was at her side sec

onds after she entered her bedroom. The room was dark, with long shadows flickering along the wall.

He watched her for the longest time. Let the pressure build. The passion and need. And then he crossed to her bedside and switched on the small lamp that was there.

“I need to see you,” he whispered.

Maggie’s huge eyes glistened like liquid glass. Her mouth was parted; her chest rose and fell rapidly. Elegant fingers, the tips a deep shade of navy, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and he noted the slight tremble.

She was nervous.

For the first time in a long time, he could say that he felt the same.

“Let me see you,” he said again.

A slow, sexy smile claimed her lips, and she walked toward him, her movements graceful, like a cat’s. Maggie stopped a few inches from him, and her sweet, exotic scent teased his nostrils.

His desire raged, and he panted from the effort it took to hold himself still. Every single muscle in his body was tense, hard, and he ached to hold her.

Her hands rose, and she reached behind her neck. Her head tilted to the side, and a long curtain of hair momentarily covered her face. When her hands fell once more, so did the silky green fabric, and slowly she tugged it down over her breasts until she was bare to him.

“Jesus,” he whispered. Her breasts were creamy, the dusky rose nipples hard. They were perfect, fully rounded, and begged to be touched.

Maggie’s eyes never left his as she continued to tug the fabric down to her waist. She carefully untied her skirt and seconds later stood like a goddess in nothing but a skimpy, sexy-as-hell black G-string.

Cain shifted his legs in an effort to alleviate the pressure between them. He was so hard that he was afraid he’d blow early and they’d both be shit out of luck. He needed to take it down a notch. He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled.

“You are beautiful, Maggie.”

Her eyes shimmered, and she licked her lips, her small tongue darting out quickly. “I…” Her chest heaved. “I’ve never…” She looked up at him and he saw her heart, her soul, reflected in her eyes. She crossed her arms across her chest and his heart swelled. “I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve done this but not with anyone other than Michael’s father. Never,” she whispered.

He reached for her. “I know.” He paused. Something shifted inside him, a pull at the very core of his soul. She was unique and wonderful and sexy as hell. She touched him like no one before, deep down where it mattered. This night wasn’t about him or the fact that he needed to be inside her so badly it hurt.

This was about Maggie and his desire to put her on a pedestal and give her everything that he could. He wanted to put her needs and desires above his. And he’d start right now.

Her lips parted and he lowered his mouth, claimed the mouth that had teased him all night. She tasted like sin, and he probed deeply, loving the way she melted against him as his tongue danced along her softness.

He kissed her long and hard until his bones liquefied and his heart pounded heavy inside his ears.

“Holy Christ, woman, you’re tearing me apart.” His hands slid into the thick curtain of hair that fell to her shoulders, and his mouth nibbled along her jaw until he reached her delicate ears. She shivered in his embrace as his left hand slid down her body, cupped her hip, and urged her tight against the hard bulge in his jeans.

He turned, sat on the bed, and lifted her easily so that she straddled him. She groaned and moved back and forth across him, her softness hot and damp against his cock. He tightened even more and gritted his teeth as she continued to writhe against him.