And when she finally came back down, he was still there with her, his hands touching her, his mouth worshipping her. Maggie pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked down at him. She tried to think of something to say, but “you can stop now” seemed just plain wrong and “amazing” just wasn’t enough. Instead, she reached down and touched his soft brown hair.
Hunter lifted his head, smiling, his eyes filled with heat. He rocked back and sat on his heels, watching her.
She drew her knees together, allowing her legs to fall to one side, the pressure of her inner thighs against each other sending delicious aftershocks through her body.
“One down,” he said, rising from his crouched position at the foot of the bed. “Are you ready for another?”
* * *
“THERE’S MORE,” SHE WHISPERED. It wasn’t a question. Simply a statement issued with wide-eyed wonder.
“We’re just getting started.”
Hunter watched her blue eyes scan his bare chest. Had a woman ever looked at him with such earnest amazement? He reached for the button on his jeans and Maggie followed the movement, her lips parted. Wanting to draw this out, he paused, admiring the view in front of him—blond hair tousled, breasts that he knew for a fact overflowed his hands, shapely legs turned to one side, offering a view of her round backside. He wanted her, every inch, but the sexy yet innocent look on her face? That drove him wild. He needed to be inside her.
Without taking his eyes off her, he knelt down and quickly removed his boots. He stripped off his jeans and reached for the elastic band on his boxer briefs. All the while Maggie watched him. He paused. Condom. He needed protection. Now. Once he took off his shorts, there was no turning back.
He withdrew a foil packet from his wallet and stripped off his last piece of clothing. A soft gasp drew his attention back to the bed. Maggie stared at his hard-on. There was appreciation in that look and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“If you’re worried it won’t fit, I can assure you it will, but you can go ahead and say the words anyway,” Hunter teased.
“You’re huge,” Miss Maggie whispered.
“You certainly know your lines.” He tore open the foil packet and covered himself, then lay down beside her on the bed.
“Compared to my last—”
“Let’s not bring him in here right now. Just you and me.”
Running his hand up her thigh to her hip, he gave her a gentle push and rolled her onto her back. He kissed her, supporting his weight on his arms as he hovered over her body. “I can’t wait much longer,” he said against her lips. “I want you. Fast and hard.”
“Yes,” she gasped, arching up until her nipples brushed his chest.
Hunter leaned back and positioned himself at her entrance. He couldn’t wait. Next time, he’d make love to her slowly, but not now. The need was driving him wild. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this close to losing control with a woman. And one he’d just met? Never.
Her fingers touched his covered cock, wrapping around him as if she wished to help him find his way.
“May I?” she asked.
He nodded. Her soft voice made him throb as she guided him into her very tight heat. How long had it been for her? The thought floated through his mind and drifted away. God help him, Little Miss Maggie felt impossibly good. He began the familiar pull and push as her hips rose up to meet him thrust for thrust.
But missionary just wasn’t doing it for him. He wanted more.
“Turn over.”
Maggie opened her eyes and he watched as she processed his command. Reaching for a couple of pillows, he positioned them under her hips as she rolled. Kneeling behind her raised backside, he slipped inside and thrust. Deeply. And then he let go. Listening to her moans, her begging sounds demanding more, he knew she was on board and ready to come with him. He pounded against her, losing himself to the chaotic movements.
Beneath him, Maggie arched, taking him deeper still. And then she screamed, smacking the sheets with one hand as she begged for more. He’d never felt a woman come apart with such abandon. It nearly undid him. But he couldn’t let that happen. Not yet.
He leaned forward, releasing her bucking hips as he reached around to touch the spot he knew would skyrocket her to the peak of her second orgasm. And this time, he came with her.
* * *
MAGGIE ROLLED OFF the stack of pillows, taking one with her. Cuddling it against her chest, she closed her eyes and reveled in the orgasmic shock waves still pulsing through her body. She’d never had sex like that—wild, unrestrained—the way she wanted it. If she’d been home in her own bed, she might have thought she was dreaming. But she wasn’t in her empty mansion. The pillow against her chest belonged to the Marriott hotel. Nothing in this room, apart from her clothes, belonged to her, including Hunter. None of it was her responsibility.
She waited for the disappointment, but it didn’t come. Instead, relief snuggled up next to her. After tonight, after another round or two, she’d never see him again. She had a Toyota parked outside and she planned to use it.
Maggie sighed into her borrowed bedding.