Heat burned.
An inferno set to ten.
Her fingers were scratching into my beard as she took over the mind-bendin’ kiss.
Wrecked.
Fuckin’ wrecked.
Because she was whispering at my lips, “My sweet stallion. I feel you. I see you through all of it. I know you.”
She said it like her own confession, and our movements grew frantic.
Intensity rising.
Felt the eyes on us from the rearview. “You two fuck in my car, I at least get to watch.”
Gasping, Maggie buried her laugh in my shoulder. Embarrassment billowed from her. I chuckled low and dug my fingers into her bare thighs while I met the driver’s gaze through the mirror. “Sorry, dude. Not into sharin’ my girl.”
She laughed deeper.
This sexy, needy sound, and I was thanking God when we finally made it across the highway and onto the island. He made the few short turns, and we were finally pulling into the round drive.
Maggie jerked back and peered through the window. Stillness echoed from the house.
Just in case, I slipped her off my lap, gave the guy a quick, “Thank you,” before I opened the door. I took a furtive glance around to make sure we were in the clear before I pulled Maggie from the backseat.
Grabbing her hand, we started slinking under the cover of night toward the side door.
Quiet as we could though our hearts were beating so loud I was pretty sure it might wake the entire town.
Maggie held onto my hand with both of hers, her high, high heels clicking on the walk.
I tossed her a look over my shoulder and put a finger to my lips. “Shh.”
“Bossy,” she mocked just below her breath.
I edged her against the side wall where we were completely hidden by the tall trees and shrubs. “I’ll show you bossy.”
She reached out and squeezed my dick.
Holy fuck.
Choking, my hands shot out to the wall on either side of her head, and she grinned up at me.
“Fuck. Baby.”
“Shh.” She grinned. All kinds of sly.
A low rumble of greed and laughter rolled up my throat. “Sweet Siren. And here I thought it was me who was the trouble.”
And then I was scooping her up and into my arms, and the girl was squealing not so quietly, and I was carrying her through the door and up the stairs. I paused only for a second at the top to make sure it was empty before I raced the rest of the way into my room.
I set her on her feet and clicked the lock behind us.
Shutting us in our haven.
Where it was just me and Maggie and no one else on this earth had a fuckin’ say.
She swayed softly, like she heard our own beat.
A song weaving through the night.
I took a step forward.
Energy snapped.
A shockwave.
She stepped backward, running her hands over the front of her silky tank.
A lure.
A trap.
One I didn’t ever wanna get free of.
I went to ticking through the buttons of my shirt, winding it off my shoulders and dropping it to the floor as I took another step her direction.
She rasped a needy sound, those eyes raking me in the night. “You’re so beautiful, Rhys. I look at you, and I shake. And then I feel you…” She touched her heart, right up close to the scar. “And I know where I belong.”
“Maggie.” It was a warning. Desperation. “Make me wanna break every rule for you.”
She stared at me through the shadows. “Let’s make our own. Let’s show them we aren’t a mistake.”
A growl reverberated through the room.
Self-control fracturing.
World breaking away.
Nothin’ left but me and this girl.
Me and this girl.
She took another step back as I took one forward, and she was hiking up that skirt. Dragging it up her toned thighs.
Teasin’ me.
A smirk ticked up.
“Ah, you wanna play?”
My insides twisted in a clutch, my poor cock hard and hungry. I went for her, gripping her sweet face as I took her mouth.
This kiss wasn’t soft.
It was raw.
Potent.
Rough.
“You taste like a dream, baby.”
Like a fantasy. An impossibility.
“And you taste like everything I’ve been missing. Like I’ve been starving for my whole life, and now I finally understand what it means to be satisfied. Filled. And still, I know I’ll always want more,” she said almost frantically.
Those hands went to work on the buckle of my pants, and she was unzipping them and pushing them down my thighs. This time when she took my cock in her hand, it wasn’t because she was playing.
She stroked me, long and purposed.
I shuddered in her fist. “Damn, baby. You know how to wreck a man.”
“You deserve it,” she rumbled at my mouth. “Doing what you do to me.”
“You like it?”
It was only half a tease.
That protectiveness rising up to make its mark. Telling me I always had to take caution with this girl. Make sure I wasn’t pushing her toward something she wasn’t ready for.