Hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“Oh, fuck,” she said, wiggling around. “These stupid satin sheets!” Her knees were slipping all over the place.
“You wanna do it on the floor, babe?” I managed to rasp out. The repositioning had interrupted the rush, so I was able to hang on. But watching Maggie’s tits bounce, feeling her hot pussy bear down on my dick? No fucking way.
I was not gonna last.
“My room,” she gasped. Then she was up, and dashing across the hotel suite. I lay there for a second, kind of stunned.
Then I went after her, grabbing her around the waist and throwing her over my shoulder. She squealed in surprise and I slapped her ass. Hard. I took her into her room and tossed her on the bed. We came together and fell on our sides, kissing and fucking and kind of struggling for dominance.
She wanted on top.
I wouldn’t let her mount up.
Not until I’d pounded her for a while and she got a little glassy-eyed and gave in. When she softened, I rolled over and drew her on top again. I couldn’t take much more of that anyway.
She put her hands on my shoulders and rode me, slowly. Teasing me.
“You’re gonna come when I say,” she said softly, her eyes locked on mine. Her hair was all wild and in her face and spilling over her shoulders. Her lips were swollen.
I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“Am I?”
“Yeah,” she breathed, then bit her lip. “It’ll make me come.”
She rode me faster, jerking her hips as she found the friction she wanted. Then she got rougher, fucking me a lot harder than I expected her to.
“Jesus… Maggie…” I said between my teeth.
“Let’s just get it out of the way,” she said. “I can’t wait anymore.”
“Uh… yeah…” I rasped out. “But you should go first.”
“Nuh-uh,” she said. “Trust me. Next time, we can take our time…”
I wasn’t gonna argue with that. Whatever the fuck she wanted… I just wanted to be there when it happened.
Anyway, it wasn’t gonna take long for her to get her wish.
The pressure was building in my balls, hot and fast. My cock hummed as she squeezed me, aching for release as she slithered up and rammed down. She pulled almost completely away and swirled her hips, teasing my cockhead. I groaned desperately, clutching at her hips, and when her eyes caught mine, she said, “Now, Zane.” Then she dropped down on me, hard. “Come for me.”
I did. I blew so fucking hard I lifted her off the bed. I crushed her hips down to mine, squeezing her tight. My fingers dug in… pretty sure I left bruises.
She didn’t complain.
She tossed her head back and moaned, and I felt her spasm, clenching around me as she rammed down a few more times, taking what she needed.
Then I grabbed her and spun us around, pressing her down beneath me, driving her into the pillows as I buried myself in her and rode out the aftershocks. When I did that, she came again, shuddering in my arms, gasping and clawing at me and crying my name.
Afterward, she blinked up at me with that gorgeous haze in her gray eyes as she went all soft and limp.
I kissed her deep as I held her. When I came up for air, I breathed with her.
Then I kissed her again.
I just wanted to stay lost in her. To feel nothing but her, taste nothing but her… stay inside her as long as I could.
Then I wanted to start all over at the beginning… and do it all again.
And again.
And again.
Chapter Ten
Maggie
Relieved.
That’s how I felt when I woke and found Zane in bed with me. Naked.
For that uncomfortable moment teetering in the unreality between sleeping and wakefulness, the events of the night replayed in my head in a high-speed rush—all of them. And for a split second as I opened my eyes, I was intensely sure that none of it was real.
I’d dreamed it. All of it.
When I saw him lying next to me on his back, his head turned away, his chest rising and falling as the rhythm of his deep breaths sounded softly in the near-dark… yeah. I was glad he was here.
I was glad the whole crazy thing was real.
As I watched him, I couldn’t help but feel a little happy.
Maybe sanity was overrated?
Maybe it was okay to go a little crazy, just for one night.
Then he turned his head and looked at me. He blinked his blue eyes, then locked on me.
Oh, shit.
I now knew that look. Intimately.
He rolled toward me. His warm hand found my stomach beneath the sheet and slid down, down… When his fingertips grazed my clit, I bit my lip to keep from gasping. I spread my legs without thinking.
Because hell, yes… I wanted more.
More of what I’d had last night.
In my defense, I was still only half-conscious, and besides, only a stupid, stupid woman would kick Zane Traynor out of bed. Only a crazy woman would let him into her bed in the first place, but still.
His eyes seemed to darken in the dim light and his hand slid further down, his fingers slicking against my already-wet flesh. Then he slipped inside, filling me. His fingers curved and undulated, doing insanely pleasurable things to my insides, and I moaned.
Okay. I was definitely awake now.
He repositioned himself above me and kissed me. His lips were hot and by this point, familiar. I liked how they felt against mine. How he sucked on my bottom lip and made soft growling noises low in his throat when he did it, like he couldn’t help it. How he breathed faster and faster the more we kissed, like he was speeding toward the edge, and I was taking him there.
He slipped a second finger in to join the first, twisting both fingers around as he fucked me with them. I squirmed and moaned,
