His mouth was hot against hers, sliding fire across her lips and into her mouth and beyond to her stomach, her breasts, her belly.
Her soul.
She opened for him, wanting more, welcoming the heat with more of her own. Fighting fire with fire.
His tongue tangoed with hers and she dug her nails into his shoulders, pushing closer, whimpering her need. His big hands smoothed over her back, drawing circles over her shoulder blades and ribcage, trailing fire there too as he anchored her to him. She could feel his arousal pressed into her stomach and she pushed against the hard length, aching to touch, aching for him to be inside her.
Her hand went to his belt and Nash groaned. ‘Hold on,’ he murmured, scooping her up, gathering her into his chest and looking for a place to get horizontal.
‘End of the hallway,’ Maggie murmured, her lips at his ear, her arms clinging to his neck.
Nash didn’t need any more direction, striding down the passageway and pushing the door open with his knee. He crossed to the bed and lowered her until she was stretched out before him.
Then he stood and looked. Just looked. She was beautiful.
Maggie felt her cheeks grow hot as his gaze travelled over her with a thoroughness that left her breathless. She squirmed. ‘Nash.’
His gaze trekked back to her face. She was flushed and had pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. ‘God, Maggie, you’re gorgeous.’
The awe in his voice was a huge turn-on and Maggie could feel her nipples hardening beneath his frank gaze. ‘I think one of us has too many clothes on,’ she murmured.
‘You’re right.’ He reached down, ran his finger under the edge of her lace knickers and tugged.
‘Not quite what I had in mind.’ Maggie rolled her eyes but lifted her hips.
Nash grinned as he tossed the article on the floor behind him. ‘Perfect,’ he whispered.
Maggie was on fire. His eyes roamed over her nakedness like it was his own private playground and again she was struck by the urge to arch her back. Her blood thickened, simmered, boiled. ‘Your turn.’
He reached for his jeans then, unzipping and stepping out and Maggie was speechless as he stood before her clad only in his underwear. Like a marble statue overlayed with the flesh and blood of a warm, vital man. Washboard abs - well defined and gloriously bronzed. His broad shoulders and chest even more impressive from her reclining position.
‘God, you have a magnificent chest.’
He chuckled. ‘You’ve got a pretty nice one, too.’
A trail of blond hair bisected his abdominal musculature, wisping down behind the band of his underwear, and her fingers itched to follow it.
Maggie vaulted upright, their gazes locked. She raised a hand and placed it flat against his stomach, feeling his muscles tense beneath her palm. Letting her hand slide, it lowered to his waistband.
‘These now,’ she requested huskily.
Her gaze zeroed in on the erection his underpants were barely restraining, and Nash felt a punch to his gut as she moistened her lips. He watched as she lifted a tentative finger and traced the thick ridge.
‘Maggie.’ His warning was half whisper, half groan.
She glanced up, dragging her gaze from the bulge in his pants, removing her hand. ‘You’re magnificent everywhere.’
Nash was mesmerised by the desire in her eyes, by the way she looked at him like he was the only man on earth. He lifted his hand to her cheek and stroked it, his fingers pushing into her hair, brushing at her fringe, cupping the back of her head.
Her lips shone in the semi-dark and he wanted some of them. ‘Lie back, Maggie,’ he whispered.
Maggie fell back as he asked and she watched as he stepped out of his underwear and she was finally able to see him in all his glory. She exhaled a ragged breath at his proud length, ready, eager before him. He put a knee on the bed beside hers and she held her arms out to him, exulting in the knowledge that all that hardness would soon be inside her.
Nash lay on his side, propped on his elbow, looking down at her. Their gazes locked and he traced the planes of her face with his index finger. Over her eyelids, across her cheekbones and the moist seam of her lips. He continued lower, holding her gaze as his finger traced down her throat, dipping into the hollow, down her chest, over her stomach to her belly button. Then he reversed the process.
‘Nash,’ she whimpered against his finger as it trailed across her mouth.
He pushed his finger gently against her mouth to still her protest, pausing to study her lips. He rubbed his thumb over the bottom one and then the top, smearing the moisture all over.
‘Nash.’ Maggie was trembling with want, his intense gaze zeroed on her mouth incredibly erotic.
‘Shh,’ he whispered, mesmerised by their movement, by how they looked all swollen and moist from his ministrations. He just had to taste them.
When Nash finally lowered his head it was for an agonisingly slow exploration of her mouth. Maggie tried to deepen it, to open beneath him and draw his tongue inside but he pulled back and smiled at her. ‘Patience, Maggie. We’ve got all night.’
She shivered at the promise in his voice, in his eyes, accepting the teasing stroke of his lips against her again with an eagerness that bordered on shameless. The kiss slowly deepened and Maggie moaned as his tongue finally touched hers.
His hand spread its own joy, lightly stroking down her neck and her chest to her breasts. Her nipples beaded at the light play of his palms over them and she arched her back and moaned into his mouth as he rubbed them into unbearably tight pebbles.
Nash dragged his mouth from the drugging kisses of hers, eager to taste the engorged tips. He’d fantasised about it but already knew it was going to far exceed his expectations. He kissed down her throat, feeling the whimpering noises coming from her as they vibrated against his lips.
When his tongue flicked out to touch one turgid peak, her whole body trembled and when he sucked it fully into the hot cavern of his mouth she dug her nails into his back so hard he knew there’d be blood.
‘Nash!’ Maggie almost lifted off the bed as her stomach clenched.
Nash smiled against her skin and paid the other breast equal homage, eliciting another fevered response. Her reaction stoked the fire in his loins ever higher and he felt a surge of animal power that he could turn her mindless with passion.
She was so reactive. Her skin goose-bumped wherever his breath meandered, tiny mewing noises slipped from her lips and she trembled beneath his touch.
He’d never had such a responsive lover and it was incredibly arousing. It urged him to go further, push her higher, give her more, and he moved his hand lower to stroke down her belly as his mouth continued to feast on her breasts.
Maggie shook her head from side to side in utter mindless ecstasy. He had to stop. She couldn’t take it anymore.
She was going to die from pleasure.
He’d no sooner finish ravaging one nipple than he’d turn his attention to the other and her pelvic floor muscles would contract again.
‘Stop,’ she moaned as Nash switched sides again. ‘They can’t take any more.’ She was close to delirious with lust. Mindless with passion. Treading that fine line between pleasure and pain.
Nash looked up from his feast. ‘No.’ His hand slipped lower, stroking her inner thigh.
‘Nash,’ she begged.
He smiled. ‘Uh-uh. These...’ he paused and looked down at her large breasts with their proudly erect nipples. ‘Have been taunting me all night under that damn T-shirt — it’s payback.’