“More—you—please,” Maggie urged, pulling at his waist and forcing him down to press against her once again. “I want to feel you everywhere,” she managed.
“Like this?” He dipped a finger between her legs and began to circle, slowly at first.
It felt incredible and it was just enough to drive her crazy for more. But it wasn’t what she wanted. She shook her head.
He added another finger as he slid inside her, creating a deep, exquisite pressure in her core. “Like that?”
Maggie’s head rolled to the side. He was curling his fingers along the inside. She moaned as he wedged her knee to the side and slipped another finger inside.
“I can’t hear you,” he whispered.
She could barely open her eyes, because it felt so intense.
“If you like it, show me.”
Her eyes flashed open. What in the hell was he talking about? She froze. She must have hesitated too long, because before she could figure it out, she felt the void where his fingers had been and an overwhelming emptiness clawing from within.
“Reid, I-I don’t—” She didn’t want to disappoint him—that was the absolute last thing she wanted to do—but he was taking this to a level she had never experienced.
“Just use your body.”
She nodded, staring at where his hand was now resting on her knee. She reached for it, nervous that this wasn’t exactly what he meant. His eyes flared as she returned his hand to where it had been. She bit on her lip, the nerves wrapping her limbs. She had never done anything like this before.
“You like it when I do this?” His fingers plunged inside, driving heat to the center of her body.
Maggie nodded. God, yes. But she was already out on a limb. The trench coat, the disrobing, and now putting his hands on her naked body. She almost didn’t recognize herself.
“Show me, tiger. Show me how much you like it when I do this,” he demanded.
Maggie inhaled. The fear of him withdrawing his hand again, or worse, stopping all together, was more powerful than the insecurities that usually weighed her down in bed.
She rocked her hips forward, clenching against his fingers. His thumb stroked her skin as she rose to meet him, but as soon as she lowered to the bed, his thumb was gone. She whimpered.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you do that.” His voice was low.
She jolted forward, eager to feel his thumb again. She pushed upward, lingering in the feeling of his fingers curling deep and hard while his thumb massaged back and forth. She wanted to stay like that, the pressure building, the intensity of his hand making her feel delicious sensations, his eyes lit with lust and passion.
Her hands splayed on either side of her, clutching for something to keep her grounded, but they were on top of a new mattress. Reid hadn’t exactly decorated the bed with a sheet and comforter set. Her nails dug into the padded surface as his hands danced inside her body.
It was too much. She didn’t want it to be over before she had a chance to feel how hard he could be inside her. She tried to squeeze her knees together; she had to back down the ripples that had started to circle.
“Don’t do that,” he growled.
“But, it’s-it’s too much.” She tried to steady her hips and keep them from driving against him.
“Let me make you come like this.” His free hand spread her legs farther apart. “Come for me, Maggie.”
“I-I—” She didn’t know what to do anymore. Fighting against her body was exhausting, but part of her felt as if she was ruining her perfect seduction setup. He was spending all of his time on her, and she hadn’t had a chance to touch him yet.
“Don’t resist the way it feels.” His thumb began a swirling motion that made time stand still. Her hips thrust forward and he grinned wickedly. “Like that. Come, Maggie. Come for me.”
The sounds started in the back of her throat, and before she knew it, she was moaning, her hips rocking out of control as Reid lifted her higher off the bed. She couldn’t stop, his fingers commanded her every move. Her body was gripped with heated bliss as the waves of pleasure rolled through her.
Reid hovered over, positioning himself between her legs. As soon as she arched toward him again, intoxicated by her orgasm, he sank deep inside her, bringing her off the bed. She was met with fullness and fire surging through her.
“Oh my God, Maggie.” He kissed her neck and mouth before settling into a rhythm with his hips. Each move he made, she met harder and slower than the last. Maggie spiraled in the feeling. Her breath quickened. Every tremor he sent through her felt like he was possessing her a little bit more.
“You. Feel. Incredible.” She heard him gasp.