“You’re so soft,” he said in appreciation, as his hand curved around one perfect breast.
An exhalation of amusement greeted his statement. “And you’re so hard.”
She was astonishing. He gave a bark of laughter and caught her hand, pressing it to his cock.
“Oh, Lord…” she breathed in awe.
“Touch me.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Like this.”
Tensing every muscle against spilling into her fist, he curled her trembling fingers around him. Her hesitant exploration sizzled through him like lightning. Battling for control, he buried his face in her shoulder and inhaled the humid scent of her skin.
Without his encouragement, her fingers tightened. The jolt of arousal nearly blew the top of his head off, and his jaw set so rigid, it ached.
“Joss, are you all right?” Her other hand curved across his back, stroking him.
“Yes,” he said in a strangled voice.
“You don’t sound all right,” she said doubtfully.
That rhythmic stroking threatened to send him over the edge. He felt torn between pleasure and pain, but when she began to withdraw her hand from between his legs, he caught her and brought her back.
“Don’t stop,” he growled, lifting his head and trying to make out her expression through the gloom. Her spiky breathing betrayed rising excitement.
She moved her hand up and down his length, squeezing as she went. It was exquisite. It was vilest torture.
“How the…devil do you know to do that?”
Maggie stretched up to kiss his lips. The melting sweetness of the kiss contrasted with her greedy hands on his erect prick. “I wondered if you might like it. I like it when you stroke me.”
“Keep going…” he groaned, closing his eyes and letting her find her way.
She was clumsy. She was breathtaking. She turned his world upside down.
And eventually he had to stop her. Because he needed to be inside her more than he needed the hope of heaven. He placed one hand over hers. “It’s my turn to drive you mad.”
When he shifted to his side, she spread before him like a banquet. He wished he could see every superb inch. But he was wise enough to know that in full light, his Maggie would likely prove shy, instead of happy to play the seducer.
As she’d said with such heart-stopping naturalness, there was next time.
The large bed remained mostly in shadow, but when she moved, he caught a tantalizing glimpse of her body. More impression than detail. Round breasts tipped with tight nipples. The slender line of her thighs. The dip of her stomach.
His hand drifted down over her breasts, lingering to tease until she was moaning and shifting against the sheets.
“You are driving me mad,” she said unsteadily.
Smiling, he raised his head. “That’s the general idea.”
He took her nipple between his lips, scraping his teeth over the sensitive tip. She shuddered, and a cry of startled pleasure escaped her. “That feels so wicked.”
“But nice.”
Her fingers tangled in his hair and brought him back to her breast. “Definitely nice.”
Joss smiled against her softness. He drew on her nipple, while his palm traced random circles over her stomach. On each pass, he ventured lower, until his fingers tangled in the feathery hair above her sex. With every second, he fell deeper into her mystery.