by Maggie Wells
“I love you too, Pooky,” she whispered.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “I will not be called ‘Pooky’.”
“You’re all full of things you will and will not do. I think you need to loosen up, Sugarplum.”
“Do you mean it?”
“That you need to loosen up?”
“No, the other thing.”
The breathless rasp of his voice made her heart flutter. “Did you?”
Steve leaned down and captured her mouth for a deep, soulful kiss. His chest heaved when they parted. His hot breath washed over her damp lips. He kept his eyes closed as he issued a weak challenge. “What do you think?”
She cupped his cheek, pressing a tender kiss to one eyelid while her thumb feathered the roan-colored lashes that shadowed his cheekbone. Her fingers brushed his temple, gentle and coaxing. “I think if we’re good enough friends, we should be able to talk about this.”
His lashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes. “I’m in love with you, Sara. I’ve been in love with you since the day we met.”
She smiled, remembering the tragic flood of spilled coffee that marked the start of their relationship. “It might have taken me a bit longer to come around, but I love you too. Even if you are a caffeine junkie, sex maniac, and general menace to society.”
A pink flush tinted his cheeks and turned his ears the most intriguing shade of cardinal. His clothes fell to the floor in a heap, covering her feet. He plucked at one of the knots at her wrist. “Thank you, I think.”
She watched as he worked one knot loose and started on another, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“Leave them.”
He exhaled slowly, a crooked smile lifting his lips. “I think they’re kinda sexy.”
“Do you?”
He nodded and lifted one hand to caress her cheek. His thumb stroked her lip, and he smiled. “Then again, might just be you.”
Before she could respond, he kissed her sweetly, tenderly rubbing his lips over hers. Sara gave in to the sensation, sinking into the kiss until her lips parted. Their tongues danced and dueled.
He pulled back and pushed his hand into her hair, pulling her head back gently so he could feast on her throat. Slow, hot circles tattooed her skin. He drew the sensitive flesh into his mouth and suckled ardently. He slipped a hand to the center of her back and sank lower. A trail of wet, open mouthed kisses blazed down the hollow of her throat. He cradled her waist as he traveled down between her breasts, finally falling to his knees and kissing her stomach. Grasping her hips, he stared up at her, his eyes filled with love and devotion.
“Steve?”
He pressed his mouth to her abdomen, letting his tongue trail down to the tangle of soft curls covering her sex. His hot breath washed over her sensitive skin. He nuzzled her and lifted his gaze to meet hers. Fingers skimmed over her ass, barely touching her. “Let me love you. I need to love you.”
Sara bit her lip and nodded silently. He rocked back, sitting on his heels and gently parting her thighs. His thumbs teased the tender skin inside of her thighs, and one pressed gently against her clit. He rubbed gently in a slow circle, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with alternating hard and soft caresses.
She gasped. The heady mixture of emotion and arousal making her feel raw and exposed. Her knees wobbled. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked, watching with fascination as she pressed into his thumb and quivered with anticipation. His gaze locked on her. His lips were parted and wet with lust, his velvet eyes consumed with desire.
“Kiss me, taste me.” He moved his thumb up to separate her folds and replaced it with his tongue, teasing her softly, lapping at her clit and blowing soft breaths over her sensitized skin. “Take me,” she whispered.
Steve glanced up. “Mine?”
“Yours.”
He pressed forward and drew her into his mouth, his nose buried in her curls, his thumb parting the damp folds of her sex. She clutched his head and shoulder, holding on as her knees buckled. He slid a finger into her tight heat and began to stroke her as his tongue tugged at her clit. Sara gasped softly and unconsciously pressed her hips down onto his questing finger.
“I want you inside of me.”
“Mmm-hmm,” he hummed, undistracted.
“I need you to hold me,” she whispered raggedly.
The plea in her voice broke through. Steve pulled back, unfolding his long legs until he towered over her. “Sara, darlin’, I plan on holding you for a long, long time.”
She half expected him to sweep her into his arms again, but he didn’t. Instead, he simply offered her his hand. She stared at the tender, vulnerable skin of his palm—given freely—open to anything.
Sara placed her hand in his. Warmth blossomed in her chest when his fingers closed around hers, holding her fast. He led her to the bed and pulled back the covers without letting her go. As he turned to her, Steve kissed her again, long and sweet. One kiss melted into another, unfolding seamlessly until she forgot where she stopped and he began.
“I love you,” she whispered when they parted.
He smiled. “Good.”
The clasp of her bra sprung open. Her startled gaze met his, and his smile turned boyish and playful. “Opie,” she added with a laugh.
He quickly divested her of the bra and moved to conquer the garter belt. “Sweet, darlin’, Sara—my dirty, dirty girl.”
He bent, smoothing the loosened stocking down her leg. She grabbed his shoulder, stepping free of the tangle of silk. Steve brushed distracted kisses to various points of interest as he straightened, ending with an urgent plundering of her lips.
“We’re gonna hafta do this my way this time,” he drawled in a breathless whisper. “We’ll go back to your way next time, I promise.”
Sara frowned, and a puzzled laugh burbled from her lips. “What does that mean?”
His devilish smile lit his dark eyes. “That means I’m gonna love you soft and slow, Miss Sara.” He pecked a tender kiss to her lips then nuzzled her neck. “You’re just lucky I’m probably not gonna last five minutes.”
She threw her head back and laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and swaying against him. “Oh yeah, I am a lucky girl, falling for a sexy, seductive guy like you.”
His smile turned sheepish as he propelled her back onto the bed. He crawled over her, stretching out and pressing his body the length of hers. “Well, you already got yours, sugar. Now I’ve got you, and I’m gonna get mine.”
THE END
About the Author
By day Maggie Wells is buried in spreadsheets. At night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. She'll tell you she's a deep down dirty girl, but you only have to scratch the surface of this mild-mannered married lady to find a naughty streak a mile wide. The product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt, she just can't help herself and that's part of her charm.
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