Tangled Up in You

this.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Good. I’ve found a place to put my tongue.” He opened his mouth and rolled her puckered nipple beneath his tongue. She smelled like sugar cookies tonight and she tasted a bit like sugar cookies too.

“Mmm,” she moaned and pulled him closer. “That feels good, Mick. It’s been so long.” She was a talker, but then, he could have guessed that about her. “Don’t stop.”

Mick had no intention of stopping, not when he was doing exactly what he’d wanted to do to her since the day he saw her at the hardware store. He slid one hand from around her back to cup her breast. “You’re a beautiful woman.” He pulled back far enough to look up into her face, at her parted lips and the desire shining in her dark eyes. “I want to put my tongue all over you. Starting here.” He sucked her into his mouth and drew lightly. Her flesh puckered even more and he loved the feel and the taste of her. His palm cupping her breast moved down her smooth flat stomach and slid beneath her loose pants. Since that night he’d kissed her at Mort’s, he’d had wild fantasies of what he’d do to her if he got her alone again. He slipped his hand between her thighs and cupped her through her thin panties. She was incredibly hot, and wet, and lust twisted and tightened painfully in his groin. He wanted her. He wanted her as he hadn’t wanted a woman in a very long time. He’d tried to stay away from her, but at the first excuse to see her, here he was with his mouth on her breast and his hand in her pants, and he wasn’t going anywhere this time until he satisfied the lust pounding through his body.

She wanted him and he was beyond ready to give her what she wanted. He wasn’t going anywhere until both of them were too exhausted to move.

“Yes, Mick,” she said just above a whisper, “touch me there.” Her sweatshirt fell to her feet and he pulled back to look up past her breasts and into her face. He slid his fingers beneath her panties and stood.

“Right here?” He parted her slick flesh and touched her there. She was incredibly wet, and he wanted to put more than his fingers there.

“Yes.” Her breathing was rapid and her hands clung to his shoulders.

“I love knowing I get you this wet,” he said just above her mouth. “I want to use my tongue on you.” He brushed his fingers across her small feminine bump. “Here.” She nodded. “You don’t mind, do you?” She shook her head, then nodded, and then combined the two.

“Mick,” she whispered as her grasp on his shoulders tightened. “If you don’t stop…” She sucked in a breath. “Oh, my God, don’t stop,” she moaned as a powerful orgasm buckled her knees. He wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling as his fingers touched and stroked and felt her pleasure in his hand. He kissed the side of her throat and ached to be inside her,

feeling her tight walls gripping him with each pulsation.

When it was through, she said, “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

He pulled his hand from her pants and pressed his erection into her. “Let’s make it happen again. Only next time, I’m going to join you.” He brushed his wet fingers across the tip of her breast and lowered his mouth to her lips and fed her his need and greed and uncontrolled lust.

She pulled back from the kiss and gasped. “You have condoms? Right?”

“Yes.”

Bare from the waist up, she took his hand and led him into the house. “How many do you have on you?”

How many? How many? “Two. How many do you have?”

“None. I’ve been celibate.” She closed the door behind them, then turned to face him. “We’re going to have to make those two condoms last all night.”

“What do you have planned?”

She pushed him against the closed door, pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it aside. “Something you should not have started.” She took control and her impatience got him so hard, he thought he might burst the buttons on his Levi’s. “But something you are going to finish.” Her breasts brushed his chest as she kissed his neck and her hands worked his fly. “I’m going to use you for your body.” She sucked the side of his neck and shoved his pants and boxer briefs to his knees. “You don’t mind. Do you?”

“God, no.” His dick poked her belly and she took him into her warm hand. She cupped his balls and stroked him up and down, pressing her thumb into the corded vein of his shaft.

“You’re a beautiful man, Mick Hennessy.” She brushed her thumb over the head. “Hard.”

No shit.

“Big.”

Mick sucked in a breath. “You can handle it.”

“I know I can.” She bit the hollow of his throat, then slowly sank to her knees, kissing his belly and abdomen on the way down. “Can you?”

Oh, God. She was going to use her gorgeous mouth on him. His “Yes” came out on a rush of pent-up breath.

“You don’t mind if I use my tongue on you?” She knelt before him and looked up, a little smirk on her red lips. “Do you?”

“Christ, no.”

Her gaze locked with his as she ran her velvet tongue up his thick shaft, and he locked his knees to keep from falling on her. “Do you like my tongue here?”

“Yes.” God, was she going to talk the whole time?

She licked the cleft in the head of his cock. “Like it here?”

She was driving him insane, but he had a feeling she knew that. “Yes.”

She smiled. “Then you’ll love this.” She parted her lips and she took him into her warm, wet mouth, drawing him to the back of her throat. “Holy shit,” he whispered and placed his hands in her hair. Most women were hesitant to take a man into their mouths. Obviously she wasn’t one of them. She sucked him into a sexual vortex that left him oblivious to anything but her. Anything but her warm hands, hot liquid mouth, and soft tongue giving him raw carnal pleasure. The glass door was cool against his back and his eyes slid shut. He expected her to stop at some point. Women always stopped, but she didn’t. She stayed with him as he came, an intense, powerful climax that squeezed the breath from him and hit him like a freight train. She stayed with him until the last flush of orgasm stopped and he was able to breathe. Most women thought they knew how to pleasure a man with their mouths. Some were better than others, but he’d never experienced anything like the intense pleasure Maddie had just given him.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice rough and his breathing rapid.

“You’re welcome.” She stood in front of him and touched a finger to the corner of her mouth. “So, you liked that?”

He reached for her. “You know I did.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her nipples brushed his chest. “Now that we both got the first one out of the way, I hope you weren’t planning on going to work, because I have plans for you here.”

No, he didn’t have to go to Mort’s. The new manager he’d hired was doing a good job. He kissed the side of her throat and raised a hand to her breast. In the pit of his belly, the lust that had been thoroughly sucked out of him a moment ago caught fire once again.

He had plans of his own.

She should not have fallen off the wagon. Having sex with Mick was wrong of her on so many levels, but the time to stop things before they got out of control had passed an hour ago. She should have stopped him before he put his mouth on her breast and slid his hand into her pants. But of course she hadn’t. Once she’d felt his moist mouth and skilled fingers, she’d become selfish and greedy. She’d wanted to feel his hands all over her body. To feel him touch her in places she hadn’t been touched in a long time. To look into his eyes and see how much he wanted her.