She raised a brow. “It’s pretty evident.”
I rested my forehead against hers. “Are you sure about this?”
Maisie cupped my cheek. “I’m sorry about earlier. Or I’m sorry about now. I know I’m sending mixed messages.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just be sure.”
“I want you too. So much it hurts.” She motioned with her head to the elevator panel. “We should probably hit one of those buttons.”
I reached behind me without letting her slide to the ground and pressed our floor number. When it dinged and the door opened, I carried her to the room where I’d left our bags. She didn’t know it, but it was her room. Only because I couldn’t reach the key card with her in my arms, I let go.
I felt every inch of her body slide against mine while I fumbled with trying to get the card into the slot the right way.
She reached around and grabbed my ass. “You have the sweetest butt,” she said, squeezing. “And it’s so hard. Who knew an ass could have so much muscle?”
“Shh,” I whispered when I heard the elevator ding again at the same time the room door finally clicked, indicating I’d gotten the card in correctly.
I got my mouth back on hers as fast as I could and my fingers woven into her hair so she couldn’t break away from me until I was ready.
I loved kissing this woman. If how good her mouth felt was any indication of how sex would be between us, our bodies were made for each other.
I moved one hand from her hair, sneaking it under her sweater so I could feel the weight of her breast’s fullness in my hand. “You have the greatest tits. I need to taste them.”
Maisie pulled her sweater over her head. “The clasp is in front.”
I unhooked it, walked backward to the bed, and positioned her between my legs. “God, Maisie. You are so fucking sexy.” I squeezed her two mounds together so I could get both nipples in my mouth at the same time while she shrugged the bra from her shoulders.
“Ranger,” she groaned.
“What, beautiful? Tell me what you need.”
“You. Naked.”
“Don’t move.” I reached behind me, pulled my shirt over my head, and threw it on the floor. I unfastened the clasp on her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper.
I toyed with leaving her panties on, but the thought of Maisie completely naked was more than I could wait for. “Take those off,” I said once I’d pushed her jeans and underwear to her knees.
She stepped out of one side, and I couldn’t wait. The second her legs were open, I thrust a finger into her tight, wet heat and leaned forward to attack her clit with my tongue. She stepped out with the other foot and wove her fingers in my hair. The last thing I expected was for her to back away, but she did.
She knelt between my legs and put her hands on the waistband of my jeans. “These off,” she said, using the same demanding tone I had with her.
“Pull, darlin’.” When she did, the buttons on my 501s released and my raging hard cock sprung out.
She leaned forward to lick the tip, but I stopped her. “Not yet.”
She gave a little whimper when I pulled her to her feet and spun the two of us around. I eased her onto the bed and followed, nudging her knees open.
Her eyes met mine, and she put her hand in the middle of my chest. “Condom.”
“Right.” I turned to where I’d tossed my jeans and pulled out my wallet. “Don’t worry, I have more,” I said when she raised her eyebrows.
“Put it on.”
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea how long I’ve fantasized about this, Ranger.” She eyed my cock. “I’m thrilled to say reality is even better.”
I lined myself up with her pussy and slowly eased my way inside. I stopped and studied her. She was so tight. I didn’t want to hurt her.
“More,” she begged.
I went slow again, letting her body adjust to my size.
“Please, Ranger, give it all to me.”
I did. One thrust and I was fully seated. My body trembled as I tried to hold myself back, but Maisie would have none of it. She wrapped her legs around me and shimmied her hips. When her pussy squeezed me, I couldn’t hold back. I pushed into her a couple of times, then forced myself to still.
“Tell me what you fantasized about.”
“Your hands, your mouth, all over my body.”
“Believe me, beautiful, we’re going to get there. Every fantasy you’ve ever had, I’m going to make come true.”
“Please don’t stop,” she begged when I started to slowly move again. I snaked my hand between her legs and circled her clit with the tip of my finger.
“I want to watch you come, Maisie.” I punctuated my words with deep thrusts and bored my eyes into hers. “Say my name.”
“God, Ranger, I’m right there, please.”
I pinched her clit, and she cried out, shattering in my arms. The look on her face, one I hoped I’d see a thousand times more in the course of my life, pushed me over the edge. As I let myself go, Maisie grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss.
As much as I wanted to roar through my climax, her lips, her tongue on mine, turned it into the best orgasm I’d ever had.
“That was…I don’t have words.” I fell back on the bed, and Maisie climbed on top of me.
“I have one word.”
“Yeah? Amazing? Incredible? Unbelievable?”
She shook her head. “More.”
I put my arms around her and drew her body into mine. “Maisie Ann Jones, you are all my dreams come true.”
“Yeah? Well, you’re mine too.”
“Wait. Where are you going?” I said when she climbed off me.
“More condoms.” She unzipped her suitcase and pulled out a package. “Never thought I’d say this while naked with a boy in my bed, but thank goodness for Grandma Mary.”
I growled when I pulled her back over me. “Not a naked boy. Me. You never thought you’d say that while you were naked in bed with Ranger Messick.”
She giggled. “That’s right. Naked with Owen Messick.”
“Even better.”
“Go away,” Maisie groaned when a knock at the door woke us the next morning. After a night of very little sleep, spent making love, I was tempted to pull the pillow over my head too. However, two surprises awaited the woman whose body was probably as sore as mine.
“Coming,” I hollered, getting out of bed and grabbing my jeans.
“What? No! Get back in bed,” Maisie pleaded.
Before answering, I leaned over and kissed her. “It’s worth it. I promise.”
She pulled the blankets over her head.
I cracked the door open and took the breakfast tray from the room service guy. I’d made arrangements the day before to have it billed to my room and for the tip to be added. I made a mental note to discuss that with Maisie later. It was a service the Canada Lake Hotel should offer their guests too. I’d hate to have to sign a check now, half naked and trying to juggle a tray that held hot coffee.
“Thank you, sir,” the guy said as I closed the door with my foot.
As I rounded the corner to the bed, Maisie moved the covers from her face. “Is that coffee?”