“You’re quick. I don’t have to ask if you’re hungry.” He grinned.
She socked him in the arm and he laughed, pushing her out the door and to his car.
After dinner, leaning against the car, Maggie smiled up at Kyle as he rubbed a wayward curl between his fingers. “By the way, one of my students said you were hot and gave me a way to go today.”
He chuckled. “That so? Well I’m glad we’re on the gossip circuit, it should stop anyone from trying to poach you.”
“Me? Okay, buster, if you say so.” She snorted and turned to kiss the fingers holding her hair. When she turned back to face him, his eyes had gone a much deeper shade of green, almost the color of pine trees. Her breath caught.
“Maggie, let’s go back to my house. Or your house I don’t care which. I want to touch you, make love to you.”
She felt the heat pool in her belly and she nodded—rendered speechless by the want in his eyes.
They were closer to his house and so they went there. Once inside, he grabbed her hand, leading her to his room. Moving to him, she pressed her face into the flesh of his neck, his warmth and scent lulling her. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, gently laying her down.
Quickly kicking off her sneakers and yanking her sweater off, she was unzipping her jeans when she looked up to see Kyle already naked and looking down at her with intense heat.
“Oh,” she whispered when he pinned her in his gaze.
He gently moved her hands and pulled the rest of her clothing off himself before lying down beside her. They both let out a gasp when bare skin caressed bare skin.
“You feel so damned good, Maggie. I’ve never wanted anything this much in my life,” he whispered as he strummed his fingers through her pu**y, making her even wetter than she already was. “I feel that every damned time I touch you. Keep thinking that it has to mellow a bit but each time I see you, I want you so bad it hurts. And when my fingers or my c**k finds your pu**y, you’re ready for me, always so ready for me. It turns me on so much that you want me so badly.” His voice was hoarse.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She reached back for the box of condoms he’d put in the drawer underneath his bed and grabbed one.
“Stay there,” he murmured and she stopped, her head hanging off the bed. Pleasure rocked through her when his mouth reached the humid flesh of her pu**y. Closing her eyes, her hands hung above her head, touching the carpet beneath the bed, still holding the condom.
The blood rushed to her head as the sensation built. His tongue speared into her and then up and around her clit. Over and over as his hands at her hips held her steady. She barely recognized the sounds coming from deep inside her as he slowly devastated her with his mouth, loved her. He built her up slowly and gave her no place to hide as the climax slammed into her.
He dragged her limp body back up onto the bed and took the condom from her hands. Dimly she heard it rip and her eyes opened in time to see him roll it on his cock.
“I need you, Red.” And without any delay, slid into her welcoming body and shuddered at the intensity of it. “Man oh man do you feel good,” he murmured, his lips against her neck.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she rolled her hips up to meet his thrusts. The heated flesh of her pu**y parted around him and then grasped, pulling him back into her body just milliseconds after he’d pulled out. Each thrust into her body felt like homecoming.
He moaned her name and braced his weight on his elbows to look down into her face. She gazed back up at him, open, totally open. Nothing existed but the delicious friction of their joining, of her silky thighs cradling his hips, of her heels digging into the flesh of the small of his back. Her eyes deep and luminous, like amber in candlelight—held only him. In that moment Kyle realized he was no longer falling in love with Maggie, he was already there. She owned his heart.
At that realization he came, waves of pleasure rolled through him as he poured into her. He put his face into the crook of her neck and breathed her in. “I love you, Maggie.” he whispered as the last of his pleasure flagged and he slumped beside her.
She turned onto her side and peered into his face. “What did you just say?”
“I said I love you, Margaret Elizabeth Wright.” He looked into her eyes seriously.
“Oh, that’s what I thought you said,” she replied and then got silent.
“Is that all you have to say?” he demanded sulkily. He’d never said the words to a woman he wasn’t related to and she had nothing to say back?
“No.”
“What?” He knew he sounded sullen but he was worried.
Noticing her fine tremble, he felt bad for upsetting her. But then she finally spoke. “Oh god, I’m so glad. I love you, too. I was so scared that it was all just me.” The words came out in a gasp as if she’d been holding it inside desperately.
Relief flooded him as he hugged her close. “Thank god! I’ve never told a woman that before and here I was thinking that my first time out I’d totally bombed. God, Maggie, I love you so much it makes my chest hurt. I think about you all day and when you aren’t with me, all night. I can’t get enough of you. Not just the naked sweaty writhing you but the total package.”
“I thought I’d die after I left you last night. I just wanted to give you some space but then I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned all night long.”
“I told you I’d tell you if I needed space, Maggie. I need you, silly woman.”
She socked him in the arm and he laughed, pushing her out the door and to his car.
After dinner, leaning against the car, Maggie smiled up at Kyle as he rubbed a wayward curl between his fingers. “By the way, one of my students said you were hot and gave me a way to go today.”
He chuckled. “That so? Well I’m glad we’re on the gossip circuit, it should stop anyone from trying to poach you.”
“Me? Okay, buster, if you say so.” She snorted and turned to kiss the fingers holding her hair. When she turned back to face him, his eyes had gone a much deeper shade of green, almost the color of pine trees. Her breath caught.
“Maggie, let’s go back to my house. Or your house I don’t care which. I want to touch you, make love to you.”
She felt the heat pool in her belly and she nodded—rendered speechless by the want in his eyes.
They were closer to his house and so they went there. Once inside, he grabbed her hand, leading her to his room. Moving to him, she pressed her face into the flesh of his neck, his warmth and scent lulling her. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, gently laying her down.
Quickly kicking off her sneakers and yanking her sweater off, she was unzipping her jeans when she looked up to see Kyle already naked and looking down at her with intense heat.
“Oh,” she whispered when he pinned her in his gaze.
He gently moved her hands and pulled the rest of her clothing off himself before lying down beside her. They both let out a gasp when bare skin caressed bare skin.
“You feel so damned good, Maggie. I’ve never wanted anything this much in my life,” he whispered as he strummed his fingers through her pu**y, making her even wetter than she already was. “I feel that every damned time I touch you. Keep thinking that it has to mellow a bit but each time I see you, I want you so bad it hurts. And when my fingers or my c**k finds your pu**y, you’re ready for me, always so ready for me. It turns me on so much that you want me so badly.” His voice was hoarse.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She reached back for the box of condoms he’d put in the drawer underneath his bed and grabbed one.
“Stay there,” he murmured and she stopped, her head hanging off the bed. Pleasure rocked through her when his mouth reached the humid flesh of her pu**y. Closing her eyes, her hands hung above her head, touching the carpet beneath the bed, still holding the condom.
The blood rushed to her head as the sensation built. His tongue speared into her and then up and around her clit. Over and over as his hands at her hips held her steady. She barely recognized the sounds coming from deep inside her as he slowly devastated her with his mouth, loved her. He built her up slowly and gave her no place to hide as the climax slammed into her.
He dragged her limp body back up onto the bed and took the condom from her hands. Dimly she heard it rip and her eyes opened in time to see him roll it on his cock.
“I need you, Red.” And without any delay, slid into her welcoming body and shuddered at the intensity of it. “Man oh man do you feel good,” he murmured, his lips against her neck.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she rolled her hips up to meet his thrusts. The heated flesh of her pu**y parted around him and then grasped, pulling him back into her body just milliseconds after he’d pulled out. Each thrust into her body felt like homecoming.
He moaned her name and braced his weight on his elbows to look down into her face. She gazed back up at him, open, totally open. Nothing existed but the delicious friction of their joining, of her silky thighs cradling his hips, of her heels digging into the flesh of the small of his back. Her eyes deep and luminous, like amber in candlelight—held only him. In that moment Kyle realized he was no longer falling in love with Maggie, he was already there. She owned his heart.
At that realization he came, waves of pleasure rolled through him as he poured into her. He put his face into the crook of her neck and breathed her in. “I love you, Maggie.” he whispered as the last of his pleasure flagged and he slumped beside her.
She turned onto her side and peered into his face. “What did you just say?”
“I said I love you, Margaret Elizabeth Wright.” He looked into her eyes seriously.
“Oh, that’s what I thought you said,” she replied and then got silent.
“Is that all you have to say?” he demanded sulkily. He’d never said the words to a woman he wasn’t related to and she had nothing to say back?
“No.”
“What?” He knew he sounded sullen but he was worried.
Noticing her fine tremble, he felt bad for upsetting her. But then she finally spoke. “Oh god, I’m so glad. I love you, too. I was so scared that it was all just me.” The words came out in a gasp as if she’d been holding it inside desperately.
Relief flooded him as he hugged her close. “Thank god! I’ve never told a woman that before and here I was thinking that my first time out I’d totally bombed. God, Maggie, I love you so much it makes my chest hurt. I think about you all day and when you aren’t with me, all night. I can’t get enough of you. Not just the naked sweaty writhing you but the total package.”
“I thought I’d die after I left you last night. I just wanted to give you some space but then I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned all night long.”
“I told you I’d tell you if I needed space, Maggie. I need you, silly woman.”
