Page 12 of Forgiveness
“What do you say?” He ran his fingers over the tat on her neck. Her skin was like satin.Fuck.
Her blue orbs locked on his, and she tilted her head back slightly. “Do it,” she breathed out, a delicate sound close to a whisper.
But to him, she might as well have shouted the words. Flux didn’t dare breathe and desire rocked through his body as he growled and tugged her back to angle her head at the very second he took her sweet lips. The moment their mouths fused together, Flux couldn’t get enough. Every part of him pressed closer against Maggie with his grip tightening possessively around her waist as she moaned into his mouth.
Flux slipped his tongue between her lips and explored her sweet mouth, possessing her completely with every sharp breath. She made a delicate little sound that went straight to his hard-as-hell cock. Fuck, she felt amazing, just like everything she’d promised without words when they had been dancing together. His hand glided down and grabbed her ass, squeezing it gently at first, then harder while she made little noises and bit his lower lip.
Maggie’s fingers gripped his shirt before easing it up behind his neck. He ground against her as he kneaded the ass that had been on his mind since the first time he’d seen it, and she rubbed her soft tits against his chest. They were entangled in the throes of passion that left them panting. He couldn’t recall the last time he had felt so much of …anything.
“Goddamn, darlin’, you’re … Fuck,” he growled. He was lost. Gone in the touch and taste of her, a little like beer and cherries. Her lower lip popped out of his mouth and she dragged him down with the same dominating force that was working through him. With their lips still fused together, they both maneuvered toward the bed of hay that they’d been working so hard to lay out for the past hour. Maggie sank down into it as if she belonged there and he lay over the top of her, in between her legs so that every inch of him pressed against her—there was no way she could doubt the effect she had on him.
There was also no question that the vixen gave as good as she got, and every time Flux moved back for air, she came at him equally hard and with just as much passion. His dick pulsed against his leg as Maggie moved her hips upward, lightly grinding against him. She was making cute little noises that were driving him fucking wild, and her hands alternated between gripping his hair and moving down to grab his ass.
“You’re killin’ me, Duchess,” he rasped. His cock throbbed painfully, and he needed to ram it inside her heat and fuck her like she’d never been fucked before.
She moaned louder and gripped his butt harder.
Then there was a noise outside the stable, like something had dropped from high up. Maggie stiffened and Flux cursed.
“What was that?” she asked. “No one’s supposed to be here.”
“In a rodeo, someone’s always around doing shit. It’s probably just one of the stable hands.
“I guess.”
He dipped his head down and before he could claim her lips again, there was another sound. “Fuck,” he muttered as he pulled back and rested on his knees. He helped her sit up and suddenly Flux realized that the stable wasn’t the place to be banging her for the first time. He wanted it to be special.Special?Yeah … he’d think about breakingthatrule another time, but at that moment, he wanted to make sure no one was spying on them.
He licked his lips, wanting to savor the taste of her. They were both still breathing ragged when Maggie looked at him as she ran her tongue over her bruised lips with a growing smile.
“Wow, damn …” The sentiment sat in the air between them. “That was …”
“Yeah.” Flux cleared his throat, unable to look away from her glowing face. “That was something.” His body still chomped at the bit to figure out a way to get his hands back on her and finish off exactly what they’d started together. Shit, if that was only the appetizer, he could only imagine what she’d be like when he got all her clothes off.
Arousal still buzzed inside him as he stood up. He rolled his shoulders and reached out to Maggie, who moved in the hay sluggishly. She grabbed his hand and the feel of her skin didn’t help jack shit in trying to calm his dick down. He pulled her up then let go quickly and walked toward the barn’s entrance.
“Did you hear that noise?” His voice was still thick with desire, and he hated that he needed her that much. “I’m gonna see if someone’s around.”
“It was probably something falling off the lofts. It happens all the time, but during the day no one pays attention to it.”
“Maybe, but I don’t go for guessing—I like to know exactly what’s going on. I’ll be right back.”
Darkness surrounded him and the only sounds he heard were the shuffle of hooves and the chomping of mouths. He walked around the barn, then up and down the aisles, checking out each of the stables, but nothing was amiss.
When he returned, Maggie had the shovel in hand, back to work. She didn’t look up at him, she just kept at it as if nothing had happened between them.
As quickly as they had come together, they had split apart.
Damn.
