Chapter 8
ARLO
It's hard to sleep when there’s a pint sized goddess in your spare room. Somehow, I make it through the night without ripping Maggie’s door down and ravishing her. I had a taste of her lips last night, and I’m hungry for more. But she needs time.
I don’t believe I’m nothing to her. The way she kissed me yesterday with hunger and passion told a different story. I need to convince her we’re meant to be together.
Maggie doesn’t realize how damn gorgeous she is. She’s a queen, and today I’m going to treat her like one.
I’m up early to make breakfast, hoping the smell of bacon will lure her out of the spare room. When she doesn’t come out of her room, I make up a tray and take it to her.
“Maggie?”
There’s no response when I knock on the door, so I push it open a crack and call again.
The shower’s running in the adjoining bathroom, so I put the tray down on the bedside table. She’s only slept in here one night, but her scent lingers, icing sugar and sweetness and something feminine and floral.
I’m about to leave when the shower turns off, and a moment later she comes through the bathroom door.
Maggie’s wrapped in a bath towel, her wet hair plastered to her cheeks. Water droplets glisten on her chest, and the mounds of her breasts swell above the line of the towel.
My mouth goes dry as I cast my eyes over her. She might be pint sized, but she’s perfection, her curves bursting out of the towel.
My dick hardens, and I should go. I should turn around and leave and give her privacy. But I’m rooted to the spot. She looks too good to back away from.
“I brought you breakfast.”
She pulls the towel tighter around her chest, causing it to ride up her thighs. If she’s surprised to see me in her room, she doesn’t show it.
I walk to the door, but I can’t leave. I came in here to tell her how I feel, and wrapped in a towel or not, I intend to do just that.
“Maggie, I’m not teasing you. I want you to believe that. I’m not pretending. I want you to be my woman, Maggie. I don’t want to pretend. I want you.”
Her eyes go wide, and pain flashes in them.
“I can’t get involved Arlo,” she says with finality.
“Why? What’s the problem?”
“I can’t get involved with anyone. I want this promotion when it comes up. I’ve worked too hard.”
Relief floods me. If that all she’s worried about, then I can solve that. She doesn’t have to give up her career, but I can tell there are no words that will convince her right now. But maybe my tongue can.
I stride towards her until I’m taking up her space, the flimsy towel all that separates us. Her eyes widen, and her lips part.
My hand runs over her bare shoulder.
“I don’t want you to give up your career. You make the best desserts I’ve ever tasted.”
She smiles shyly at the compliment.
“But let me taste you. Let me make you feel good, like you deserve.”
My arm wraps around her body, and I pull her toward me.
“Let me take care of you, Maggie, right here, right now. Give me the weekend. Let me show you what being with me can be like.”
She’s breathing hard as she pushes away from me, torn between what she wants and what she thinks she should do.
My hand grasps the top of the towel, and I yank it off her. Maggie gasps, and her arms cover her body. Her cheeks flush, but I don’t give her time to be embarrassed.
My hand slides between her legs, and she’s dripping wet.
“You’re beautiful, Maggie.”
Her head tilts back, and I kiss the skin of her throat as my fingers slide between her folds.
“Tell me you want me to stop.”
She whimpers in my arms and presses her hips so my palm rubs against her clit.
“Don’t stop, Arlo.”
I push her gently back on the bed and let my mouth travel down her body.
My hand follows, running over every curve of her torso, feeling the texture of her skin against my rough hands.
Her beautiful breasts, the softness of her stomach, the curve of her hips, and the soft downy triangle of hair between her legs.
I feel the heat coming from her core as I press my palm between her legs.
“Let me take care of you, Maggie. I need to hear you say it.”
I look up at her, and she’s panting hard.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “For the weekend.”
I want forever with this woman, but if she’s only prepared to give me a weekend, then I’ll take it.
I slide my palm to the hotspot between her legs where she’s wet and sticky from the shower and her own juices blending together.
I drop to my knees, licking her nipples and belly until I’m between her thighs. As I run my tongue over her glistening folds, she lies back on the bed propped up on her elbows.
“Relax, Maggie. I’m gonna take care of you.”
I keep one hand strumming her nipple as I duck my head between her thighs.
Her pussy tastes divine and I devour it with slow movements, sucking and licking and kissing her most sensitive parts.
My other hand pushes her thighs open until her flower blooms for me.
She’s beautiful, the soft pink like a ripe strawberry ready for picking. It’s the sweetest sight I’ve ever seen.
My finger runs through her folds, and I slide a digit into her pink opening.
She’s so tight it makes my dick ache. Thinking about being inside her is pure torture. But it’s too soon. I promised I’d take care of her this weekend, and that’s what I intend to do.
My finger glides in and out of her opening as my tongue licks her sweet folds.
She’s the sweetest dessert, and I devour every single drop of her.
Lifting up her leg, I sling it over my shoulder and she opens up, moaning in pleasure. The shy girl is gone as she writhes on the bed, letting me devour her sweet, sweet nectar.
“Arlo…” she pants, and I love the way she says my name. “Something’s happening.”
Something in her tone gives me pause, and I lift my head.
“Have you ever done this before, babydoll?”
She shakes her head. “I’m a virgin.”
My dick strains against my pants. Sweet Jesus, she’s everything a man could want served up on a platter before me. Mine for the taking, mine to devour, mine to look after.
I want so bad to pop that sweet cheery, but I’m a patient man. I’ll make her ache for me first.
“Just relax. The pressure’s gonna build, and you’re gonna come, and it’s gonna feel so fucking good. Just remember who it is making you feel so good.”
I pinch her nipple as I say it, and she mewls. I dip my head between her thighs, sucking and lapping, my fingers fucking her tight cunt until I feel her pussy flutter and convulse, squeezing my fingers tight.
Her juice explodes on my tongue, and I glance up. Her beautiful face is scrunched up, her jaw shut tight, too afraid to make a noise. I’ll change that. By the end of the weekend, I’ll have her screaming my name so loud it’ll rattle the windows.
Her body’s trembling, but I’m not done yet. I want her thighs coated in juice and her knees wobbling when she leaves my cabin.
I press my face against her pussy again, and I don’t let up until her body shakes and another orgasm claims her.
Only then do I pull away.
“I’ve never done that before,” she whispers, her voice filled with wonder.
God, she’s so perfect. I climb onto the bed next to her and pull her into my arms. My cock’s aching for release, but it will have to wait. I want my girl to feel good this weekend. I said I’ll take care of her, and that’s what I’ll do.
I kiss the top of her head and point to the plate of food still warm on the bedside table.
“Eat. You’ll need your strength today.”
Her brow furrows. “Why?”
She slides the tray onto the bed and attacks the eggs. Watching her eat makes me smile. My girl’s got an appetite.
“I’ve booked your parents on the brewery tour at ten. And then I thought we’d check out one of the mountain trails.”
She stares at me, a piece of bacon in one hand. “You’re coming today as well?”
I give her my best grin. “Of course I am, babe. I don’t do anything by halves, Maggie. If I’m in, I’m all in.”
She raises her eyebrows warily but there’s a smile on her face. “I’m beginning to get that idea.”
She dips the bacon in gooey egg yolk, and as she takes a large bite, her eyes close and her lips turn up in pleasure.
“Mmmm.”
Here’s a woman who appreciates her food. She’s perfect, and I wonder how on earth I’m going to give her back after the weekend.