“Do I like it?” She leaned in closer, her words a breath of desire across my face. “I love it. Let go, Rhys. You’d never hurt me.”
I dragged that shirt up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I tried to mask the rage that surged to life when I saw the little butterfly stitches that covered the spot exactly over the spot where that fucker had cut her before.
Wasn’t right.
It was sick and twisted.
And I wanted to make someone pay for what they’d done.
“Let go,” she begged again, the words wisps of that spell she kept luring me under. “Right now, it’s only you and me. Let go.”
Maggie stroked me harder.
Girl whimpered as she did, her head rocking back when I went to kissing a path up and down the slender column of her neck. My hands slipped from her jaw, all the way down until I was cupping her tiny, perfect tits in my hands.
She arched into my hold.
“You got any idea how fuckin’ gorgeous you are? How I was hard all night, watchin’ you on that dance floor? Thought I was gonna claim you right in front of your brother.”
She gave a quick nod, her words thick. “I felt you. How badly you wanted me. Almost as badly as I wanted you. And I wanted you to. Claim me. Just like I’m begging you to do now.”
“Maggie. Baby.” I touched her face.
Her lips parted, and she blinked up at me through the darkness.
Vulnerable.
Open.
Fierce.
Every fucking thing I hadn’t known I’d been missing. That vacant spot that howled from within closing in.
Clotting up.
Our tongues tangled in a clash of need.
Flames lapped.
Energy singed.
Our lips greedy and desperate.
And I doubted there was any stopping it.
This girl taking me right up to the edge.
Lust thundered against the walls.
Ricocheting.
Gaining strength with each bounding pass.
A fever pitch that screamed.
And she was raking her nails up and down my back as I pressed my dick to her belly.
Our bodies were frantic.
Banging together.
Spinning.
Turning and pressing and begging against every solid surface I could find to pin her against. The walls. The high footboard of the bed. The balcony window where the waves beat against the shore beneath the stars.
I spun her around.
Maggie gasped and splayed her hands against the glass.
She still had on her heels, her back bare and lush, her shoulders so fucking sexy I wanted to sink in my teeth. That scrap of a skirt covered her ass, and I gathered it up so I could palm her cheeks.
She pushed back into my hold. “Rhys.”
I kicked off my shoes and shrugged the rest of the way out of my pants, taking my briefs with them as I shoved them down.
My cock pointed for the sky, and I nestled it against her crease, molding myself to her from behind.
Spreading my hands around to her belly, I leaned in and kissed along the delicate curve of her shoulder.
Wanted to devour every inch of this girl.
Worship her.
Give it all.
“Rhys.” She leaned farther back, rubbing her ass against my dick.
I groaned. “Baby. So fuckin’ sexy wrapped up in all this sweet. Not even fair. Wasn’t prepared for you. Tell me what you want.”
Her hands pressed harder to the window, and she was grinding herself against me. This girl never hesitating to demand what she needed. “You. Always, you.”
I groaned again, and I dropped to my knees behind her. I reached underneath the fabric of her skirt so I could grab the edges of her panties and drag them down the length of her lust-inducing legs.
Girl had my head spinning as I peeled them down.
Rushing me with a type of lightheadedness I didn’t expect.
Dizziness blistering.
My chest both heavy and light.
I twisted her underwear free of her ankles, and I kissed back up her calves, savoring every inch that was this girl. “Baby,” I murmured as I went.
Chills lifted on her flesh, and she was whimpering by the time I made it up the back of her thighs.
Then I was gripping her cheeks again, nudging her legs apart, and dragging my tongue from her clit to her ass.
Her knees buckled. “Rhys.”
“You good, Sweet Thing?”
“More,” was all she said.
“Turn around,” I told her, and those eyes met mine where I was kneeling in front of her.
Girl’s back hooked to the window, her knees rocking and her soul quaking.
I reached up and dragged a finger through her slit before I slipped two fingers in real deep.
She moaned. “More.”
I shifted her so one of her legs rested on my shoulder, opening her up wide so I could give her what she was asking for.
I curled my fingers in the spot that made her shake while I suckled at her throbbing clit.
Lapped and laved and licked her into a puddle.
All it took was a few deep drives for the girl to go off like a rocket.