Grasping his shoulders, she rolled, and he rolled with her . . . over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. They almost took Sweetie Pie and Jessica with them. When she finally managed to disentangle herself from the bed-spread, wonder of wonders, she was straddling him. The view was to die for. A smooth, unbroken expanse of fine Texas male. All of his muscles were clearly delineated as he tightened them in an effort to last through those endless three minutes. Poor baby. He wouldn’t have to suffer much longer.
“Geez, Maguire. I’d forgotten all of this.” She illustrated all of this by splaying her fingers across his incredible abs. She hadn’t really forgotten, but she sure didn’t want him to think she’d obsessed over his body.
“Maybe you should feel around to see what else you remember.” His voice sounded strained.
As she gazed into his hazel eyes gleaming with carnal knowledge and erotic promises, Mandy swore she saw the shadow of his Druid ancestor. Because Con was definitely magic.
Reaching between his legs, she walked her fingertips over his balls, and finished off by gliding her fingers over the rigid length of him. Amazing how emotion could feed off the senses. His erection was strength sheathed in warm satin, and just touching it made her want to cry. No, that was wrong. A body part couldn’t make her cry, but the total wonderful package that was Conleth Maguire certainly could do the job.
He clasped her wrist. “Stop. I can’t take anymore.”
Good. Three minutes up. Her body clenched around the anticipation of an enormous orgasm, a Texas-sized orgasm. Wow, it felt good to be home. Something about that thought bothered her, but she couldn’t think coherently enough to figure it out.
She needed him deep inside her. Now. Moving her body over his hips, she lowered herself until the head of his erection nudged between her spread legs. Oh, yesss.
“Wait.” The voice of the devil. “I need something.”
Like her undying curse? While she searched for one evil enough for the occasion, he reached up and felt around on the bed until he found the foil package. He seemed to rip it open in slow motion. Arrgh. It took him a good hour to put it on.
Finally finished, he lifted her back into position. “Ride me hard, sweet-heat. We have a lot of pleasure to catch up on.”
Closing her eyes, she savored her tactile impressions. The weight of his hands on her thighs, the pressure of his cock pushing into her, spreading her, tempting her to let go. No way could she lower herself slowly onto that spectacular male display. She wanted all of him at once.
With a cry of triumph, she drove down on him, feeling him slide smoothly into her, filling her. She stilled, holding onto the sensation of complete connection, and then she began to move. Raising herself and then pushing down, she renewed over and over her sense of fullness. He picked up the rhythm, driving into her deeper and harder with each thrust.
Suddenly, all of her senses kicked back in. She moaned as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and the frenzy of their thrusts gained momentum. His breathing was a harsh rasp, and his scent of clean male and sexual excitement fueled her drive to orgasm. Frantic for more contact, she leaned forward and clamped her teeth in his shoulder to keep from screaming as he drove into her so hard she knew she’d shatter into a million shards if she didn’t somehow anchor herself.
Her orgasm caught her, flung her high, and then rolled over her in wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure. She felt Con stiffen, straining toward that last moment before climax, and then he shouted as it took him.
As her spasms slowly faded, Mandy released Con’s shoulder. What an incredible trip. “That was unbelievable.”
“Unbelievable.” Con was still breathing hard. He turned his head to look at his shoulder. “There’re teeth marks.”
She offered him a satiated smile. “Did I ever tell you about my vampire ancestors? Hot sex brings out my need to feed.”
He returned her smile, but there was an emotion she didn’t recognize in his eyes. “It was worth the bite. It couldn’t have been this great ten years ago. Ten years ago I was a lot weaker. This kind of sex would’ve killed me.”
When they’d gathered enough energy, they moved from the floor back to the bed. Con glanced at his clock. “That took us all of ten minutes.”
Mandy smiled. “That long? I’m glad we’ve matured.”
CHAPTER ♦ FOUR
“I’m driving into Houston tomorrow to buy wall sconces. Maybe I’ll cruise on over to the Galleria and scope out red dresses.” Mandy turned on her side to face him. “You’ve put me in a red-dress mood.”
He tried not to look too hopeful. “How about red walls? Are you up for Ming Red? The owner of an old Victorian house in town had me paint—”
She scowled. “Don’t push it, Maguire.”
He tried to whip himself into a berserker frenzy over wall colors. It didn’t work. He’d expended all his energy on the sexual frenzy of a few minutes ago. “So what turned you into a cream kind of woman? In high school—”
She reached over to lay her finger across his lips. “Don’t say it. My color schemes were loud and proud of it. Those were my wicked woman days.”
“I liked her. A lot.” Con never missed an opportunity when it was pressed against his lips. He clasped her wrist and then closed his lips around her finger while he held her gaze. Slowly, thoroughly, he twirled his tongue around her finger, implying that his mouth was capable of so much more than what she’d already experienced.
Her eyes darkened, heated. Message received. He released her finger.
Mandy looked away before speaking.
