Horny? Hell, worked for him. Connor climbed off the bed and shrugged out of his shirt. He unfastened the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper. The low whine sounded loud in the quiet room. He pushed his jeans and boxer-briefs down over his hips and grabbed a condom.
“Let me put it on for you.”
Connor shrugged and handed it over. He watched her while she ripped open the foil packet.
“Come here.” She patted the bed beside her. “Lie down.”
“Are you seducing me, Ms. Drummond?”
Maggie let out an unfeminine snort. “Look at the state of you. You’re easy.”
“I wasn’t the one who admitted they were horny.”
“True.” She fumbled as she rolled the condom onto his erection. The tiny flash of uncertainty and nerves charmed him. Made him relax. “It’s your fault.”
He placed his hands under his head and watched her, enjoying the sway of her breasts.
“You know you’ve turned me into a breast-man,” he said. “I used to think I was a leg-man. I was wrong. Your tits do it for me.”
“Ah, thanks, I think.” With the condom rolled onto his cock, she hesitated. “Stop staring at me.”
“Why? It was a compliment. I find you very attractive. Sexy.”
“Here’s the thing. Most women dislike their bodies or there are things they want to change. I try to like my body. I really do. It’s just that it’s not always easy. Some men take pleasure in tearing a woman down, telling her she’s too fat or needs to exercise more.”
“I’m not one of those men.”
“You’re not. Even when you dragged me off to the gym or when you suggested running, you never made me feel as if I required improvement. You acted as a friend.”
Friend. Wow, that stung. “I always feel better after a workout. I thought you would too.” Connor studied her expression and jumped to a conclusion. “Did Greg tell you to lose weight?” His voice emerged in a low growl.
“Once or twice.”
“You did a good thing when you told him to take a hike.”
Maggie nodded. “I think so, but I don’t want to talk about him when we’re both naked.”
“And alone,” he added.
“Exactly.”
“Babe, I’m all yours. Do whatever you want.”
“I…” Confusion flooded her face and she chewed on her bottom lip again. That must hurt after a while. He grinned inside, guessing her problem. Yes, she touched him when they made love but normally he gave her orders or took charge. His offer had surprised her.
“Go on. It’s your chance to discover what I like.”
Her gaze darted to his cock and he laughed.
“Good start, babe.”
A cheeky grin bloomed and he stared, smitten by attraction. Lust. Need.
Damn, he wanted her.
“Where should I touch you first?” Maggie leaned over him and kissed his neck, his chest. Her mouth was hot and wet on his skin, her eyes heavy-lidded when she stared at him. She clambered over his body, lifted up and pushed down, taking his shaft inside her. Heat. Hot pressure. Slowly, she worked him into her pussy, siren-like with her hair swinging around her shoulders, her cheeks faintly pink and the sway of her breasts.
“Damn it, woman. Are you trying to kill me? Move faster.”
