Chapter Twenty #3
“Dunno.” She couldn’t stop smiling. “I like this. I like you.” Yeah, she was going to say it to him, and probably sooner than she should.
Blake laughed. “I’m glad, because that’s gonna make this a whole lot easier.”
“Make what a whole lot easier?”
He gestured between the two of them. “This.” He rested his head down on his hand, leaning on his elbow. “There is a ‘this,’ right?”
She nodded. “There’s definitely a this.”
“You want to spend the night?”
Maggie snuggled against him. “Just try to throw me out.”
He pursed his lips in an expression of mock focus. “Do you snore?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I sleep fifteen feet away. Have you heard me snoring?”
“Yes, definitely.”
She pulled away to hit him with a pillow. “Well, you do too.” She got up on wobbly legs.
He watched her stand. “Where are you going?”
“Bathroom. Nighttime stuff.” She gestured over her shoulder. “You gonna save room for me in this bed?”
He smiled. “I’ll even get your pillow.”
When at last they climbed into bed together, Maggie was surprised how natural it felt to move into Blake’s arms and kiss him goodnight. He made a soft, pleased noise against her mouth, then parted her lips with his, rolling her beneath him, and she should not be getting turned on again.
“You’re a monster,” she said when he finally lifted his head for air.
“I’m not a monster.” He kissed her jaw. “Or maybe you like monsters.”
She grinned in the darkness, a soft sigh escaping as he nuzzled her ear. “I know you’re working me up again to leave me wet and wanting.”
“Mmm. You do know me.” He kissed his way back to her lips. “How about if I promise to wake you up with my mouth on your clit?”
She wrapped herself around him, bringing him close. “Tempting. Will I get to come?”
“Questionable.” He gently nibbled her lower lip. “I’m planning to deny you long enough that I can coerce you into telling me ridiculous things about your past.”
Maggie laughed out loud, then flicked her fingertip over his nipple, gratified by his twitch. “And what if I’d tell you those things anyway?”
“Then I’ll deny you because I like denying you.” He cupped her ass through her sleep shorts. “Did you really hump the dining room table?”
“Oh my god. Fuck you.” Maggie tried to bury her face in his neck, laughing despite her embarrassment, but he chased her mouth and kissed her soft and loose until she yielded, murmuring her assent.
“I’m gonna have you do it again sometime, you know.” He gave her a cheeky grin, barely visible in the dark.
“I figured.” She didn’t even mind. “Now, I’m gonna roll over and you’re gonna be the big spoon.”
He chuckled. “Anything for you.”
When Blake woke, sun streaming through the edges of the curtain, Maggie was still asleep in his arms. It wasn’t a dream, although he’d continued to dream about her after falling asleep, and the line between reality and fiction blurred pleasantly in his mind.
She lay curled on her side, her dark waves tousled against the pillow, lips soft and parted in sleep, and he could look his fill.
But looking wasn’t as fun as touching, so he ran his fingers over her cheekbone and down the curve of her neck, then her shoulder and arm.
She smiled in her sleep and shifted, rolling onto her back.
She hummed softly as he kissed his way down her breastbone, nuzzling the soft skin, breathing in the scent of sex that still clung to both of them.
They were going to have to have more conversations, of course.
This thing between them was new and precious, and he wanted to tend it like his plants, nurture it with care and attention for it to grow.
But they’d been spending months talking, and now that they could be doing, talking was going to have to wait.
He nuzzled at the skin of her lower belly, right near the waistband of her shorts, making her twitch.
Maybe she was ticklish. He’d find out soon enough.
Right now, he wanted her awake to drive her wild again.
He lingered at that spot with his mouth, hands skimming up her torso to cup her breasts, then gave her nipples a pinch.
She moaned, her legs falling open, blinking awake. “Blake?” Her voice was thick with sleep. “What—”
He tugged her shorts down over her hips, and she let him.
“What are you—” she began, but as soon as he moved down, her question turned into a whimper and she dug her hand into his hair.
He hadn’t even touched her yet and she was already making beautiful noises, too sleepy to be self-conscious, and she was going to make so many more. He settled in to enjoy her.
He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about Maggie in bed, all that attitude and playfulness, but his imagination couldn’t compare to the way she shivered beneath his mouth.
He already knew he would never get enough of her.
She’d ruined him for anyone else. Her submission was sublime, the way she begged, the tight squeeze of her body around him …
but also the way she managed to be both Maggie and Curious Rose at the same time.
She released his hair to twist both hands in the sheets, her hips beginning to twitch.
He was rock hard. He wanted her on the edge, but he wasn’t going to rush her there. They had all morning. All day.
Forever.
He wasn’t ready for that yet, so he focused on his task. It was too soon to even think about forever. They had this moment and they would take future moments one by one … but he already knew those moments would string out into something to hang a memory on.
“Oh,” she moaned, hips twitching as the intensity built.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs to hold her still.
When she started to tense up, he backed off to suck kisses into her inner thighs.
She sagged, some tension leaving her frame.
Her breath rasped loudly in the quiet room, and when it regulated, he returned to her clit again.
She made the most beautiful mewling sound, something like a whimper and a cry, and she twisted in his grip. “Please,” she begged, pressing herself against his mouth, but she didn’t finish the sentence.
“Shh,” he whispered, kissing her clit so lightly she might not even be able to feel it. “Don’t wake the neighbors. You’re gonna have to be quiet.”
“Oh god.”
“Ask me nicely.” He sucked her clit again.
Her words came out in a rush. “Oh, please, please may I come?”