Maggie nods, stepping closer. “I am hungry . . . for my man. Forget the fried chicken.”
Her words hang in the air, heavy with need as she looks up at me with pleading eyes. I cover the remaining space between us in two steps, sweeping her into my arms and lifting her by the backs of her thighs. “I think I can satisfy your hunger.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, her tiny body climbing my larger one like a tree. I devour her, my tongue meeting her hungry one and the two of us invading each other. Faintly, I can taste the sugary coffee she had earlier at a truck stop, the bitterness making the sweetness even more of a treat.
“Lock your ankles around me,” I command her, kissing to her ear. “I want to see you fly.”
I feel her feet shift behind me and hold her shoulders, dipping her back parallel to the floor. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
Her hands let go of my neck, and she spreads her arms as she closes her eyes. She weaves her fingers into my hair as I kiss down her neck. “Mmm, Shane. I feel like I’m floating. Your kisses are the only thing anchoring me here.”
She sounds dreamy, and I smile against her neck, proud that I’m the one making her hazy. No one has given me this much pleasure, and nobody has ever given her what I’ve given her.
“I want to anchor you to this moment, to me . . . mark every inch of you with my tongue and my teeth so no one doubts that you are mine. Not even you.”
Her head lifts, eyes clear as she meets my dark gaze, and her fingers dig into the back of my neck. “Do it. Make me yours.”
I return to her neck, leaving sucking kisses along her pulse, feeling it jump under my tongue as the bruise raises brightly against her pale skin. I know these are going to fade in a few hours, but I’m just getting started.
Fuck. I need all of her. I turn, tossing her to the bed and watching as she bounces on the surface, grinning the whole time. “Take your shirt off. Bra too. Now, Angel.”
I rip my t-shirt over my head, a ripping sound coming from the exhausted cotton as my muscles tear the fabric off me. I’m covering her before she even tosses her bra to the floor. I’m so ravenous for her and for what she promises me.
Her palms cup my cheeks, lips puckered for a kiss, and I grant it to her quickly before returning my attentions lower. Moving down her body, I lick, kiss, suck, and nibble her upper body, tracing every inch with my tongue and lips and leaving more marks along her breasts as I find the spots that tickle her . . . that tease her . . . that drive her wild.
“Shane . . . ohh,” Maggie cries out as I suck on her pink nipples, her nails clawing at my arms as she pulls me tighter. I love that my sweet girl turns into a wildcat in bed, her need making her desperate . . . for me.
I push off, standing by the bed and grabbing at her shorts, pulling them down and off, along with her gas-station wannabe Crocs.
I place her feet on my shoulders, needing to bend down a bit so her short legs can reach, even with her hips raised high, and begin to worship her shapely legs with little kisses on her toes before moving up inch by inch. “These legs have been in my dreams for months, Maggie. Wanting to slide my hands up your thighs every time you bent over a table, wondering how silky your skin would be under my palms, knowing they led to fucking heaven.”
“I’ve been dreaming of the same thing. Just like this,” Maggie whispers as I suck on her soft skin. “You make me feel alive.”
My mouth makes its way from her ankles . . . to her knees . . . to her inner thighs, where I force myself to pause, knowing I want to indulge but also knowing I want to take my time. I nibble and suck still, leaving no doubt that this pussy is mine, her cheap panties framed by the signature of my marks.
“Did you know?” I ask as I look into her eyes. “Did you know how much I wanted you? That I wanted to risk it all, my career, my cover . . . my life?”
Maggie’s breath catches, and she nods “Yes, and no. We were flirting, and I wanted you so much, but I thought I’d never have you. So I flirted back harder, bending over those tables with my ass toward you on purpose, hoping to tempt you into wanting me. You were like a predator, powerful and dominant, and I felt in my dreams that you could be the man I would spend the rest of my life with.”