“You seem tense, Virgil.” I flashed a teasing smile while he fumbled with the lock, running my palms up and down the back of his overheated, expansive back. “And ripped. So fucking ripped.”
“Maze,” he growled, and I shit you not, my whole body froze for just a second. Then every inch of me, every pore vibrated with need. Pulsed with the kind of desire I’d never truly experienced before.
“Fuck it,” he growled once more before his mouth slammed down on mine, hard and hungry. The kiss was more than intense, it was hot as fuck, and I felt like I was drowning in a lake of fire, the air in his lungs the only thing keeping me from dying on the spot.
My hands found his hard ass first, giving it a good squeeze before my hands continued the journey north, up the slope of his back and narrow waist until my hands found his shoulders, wide and rippling with muscles. One hand slipped around a shoulder while the other snaked up his neck so my fingers could curl into his hair. I moaned into his mouth and Virgil’s hands tightened around me.
Finally he got the door open and sent it flying against the wall and swinging back towards us. With one arm hooked around my waist, Virgil managed to maneuver us out of the way of the door without any problems, flashing a devilish smile before his lips were on mine again. Devouring. Demolishing. “Fuck!”
“Yes,” I panted and gripped his hair in my fingers, bringing him closer so I could get another taste of him. Virgil was all man and he tasted like hot sex, fury, heat and…salsa. Whatever it was, it worked for me. It totally fucking worked.
“Virgil,” I growled and climbed up his body, making him laugh into my mouth.
The sound ricocheted around the foyer before it found its place between us, adding more fuel to the fires he stoked within me.
“Fuck, I love it when you say my name like that.” The growl was pure masculine satisfaction and it hit me right between the thighs.
“Maisie.” He took a step back, blue eyes staring at me like I was a puzzle he needed to figure out or maybe he was just trying to figure the quickest way to get me naked.
“Yeah? I’m right here, Virgil.”
“Yeah, you are.” His hands went to my bare shoulders, slightly calloused fingers sending shivers up and down the length of my body.
“And this dress is…gone.” His lips curled into a hungry smile as his fingers searched for a way to undress me.
“Here? In the foyer?” I asked him and he nodded.
“No one will come in.”
“Are you sure?” The last thing I needed was for Sadie to walk in on us in her house going at it like wild animals.
“I promise.” He bit into my neck, and I shuddered. If he wasn’t worried, then neither was I.
I turned to show off the zipper hidden in the seam on my side. “Want to do the honors?” Before I even finished the sentence, his big hands were on my body, one on my waist and the other slowly tugging the zipper down with the utmost concentration. “You aren’t gonna break me, Virgil.” My body hummed with want and while I appreciated the slow seduction he had going on, my body was ready for the main event.
“Oh no? Watch me,” he said as his mouth found the crook of my neck, kissing and nibbling while he shoved the blue dress to the ground. “So much woman.” He took a step back and looked me up and down, heat flaring in his eyes at the sky blue lingerie I stood there wearing.
This time when he kissed me, it felt like the earth moved and my heart raced against his chest as his tongue made drugging, swirling circles against mine until I literally vibrated against him. I was so close to orgasm it seemed impossible I wasn’t naked yet.
Yet being the operative word. “You’re not so bad either, Virgil.”
“Thanks,” he practically snorted.
“Too bad you’re wearing too many clothes.”
His dark chocolate brows dipped low. “That’s my line.”
I laughed. “I’m hardly wearing any.”
“Still, too fucking many.” And then Virgil set about making the situation more suitable to his liking, stripping me down right there at the bottom of the staircase.
“Yeah, that’s better.” His fingertips grazed up the inside of my legs until he arrived at my pussy, growling when his fingers found me soaked. “Hot, wet and ready,” he growled and his crude words sent another shiver down my spine.
“What are you gonna do about it?”
His big hand rested at the center of my chest, giving me a light shove until I was on the fourth stair from the bottom, staring up at him with confusion swirling in my eyes.
“I’d rather show you,” he said, then he knelt down and put both hands on my thighs, pushing them apart so his shoulders fit between them. Then he spent at least seventeen fucking minutes licking me into sweet oblivion.