Page 67 of Sweet Revenge

I rolled my lips together and lifted my other hand to his chest. “I think she’s pretty smart.”

I watched as his lips slowly lifted into a small grin and felt the knot of fear in my chest loosen. “That’s good to hear, baby.”

“Why?”

“Because I fell in love with you three years ago on the street, and I’ve just been waiting for you to catch up.”

Tears flooded my eyes when my mind processed his beautiful words, but I didn’t have time to respond before he dropped his head and laid his lips against mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

MAGGIE

My heart was beating so fast just from hearing his beautiful words, but now that he was kissing me, I felt like it might explode right out of my chest. His hands skimmed over my hips and up my sides until he could wrap one of them around the side of my neck. I loved the feel of his hands on my skin; his rough, working man’s hands against my silky skin excited me in a way I couldn’t explain.

The kiss started out slow and sweet but quickly became rushed when he slid his tongue in alongside my own and kissed me deeper. I skimmed my hands down his sides until I felt the stitching on the hem of his T-shirt against my fingers and yanked it up. Shoving my hands underneath, I moaned when I felt his warm skin beneath my palms.

He pulled his head back dropped his forehead to mine, breathing hard. “We need to slow down.”

“Why?” I breathed.

“Because the shit you just said to me makes me want to…”

He trailed off, but I pushed him for an answer. “Makes you want to what?”

His breathing slowed some. “Just give me a minute.”

“No.” I replied, and his head snapped back.

“No?”

“I don’t want that.” I took a deep breath and found my courage. “I don’t want you to have time to talk yourself out of this.”

He lifted his hand and laid it against my cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you, Maggie, or hurt the progress we’ve made, especially not now, not after that.”

I knew he meant our conversation, and I didn’t want that either, but I knew I needed more from him. I also knew he was leaving it up to me. I loved him even more than I already had because of that. “I want this, Gunner, and I want it to be you, not the you that you try to be for me.” I pulled him closer to me. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

He stared into my eyes for a long moment. “You tell me if you need me to stop.”

I nodded vigorously, excitement flooding my system as he agreed. “Okay.”

His lips tipped up at the corners. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, baby.”

I grinned. “I can’t wait to find out.”

His eyes darkened, and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me right up against his body and crushing his lips to mine. I felt myself moving backward until he finally picked me up and threw me down onto the bed, giving me no time to catch my breath before his hard body landed on top of me.

My body strained against his, already seeking release, the release I remembered from the last time and I’d craved ever since. Part of me wondered if I’d made it better in my mind because it really couldn’t have been that good. Could it?

He leaned up one elbow and stared down at me. “Undo your buttons.”

I shivered at the command, but realized it didn’t make me feel weak like before, but strong and desired. Lifting my hand, I started at the buttons by my neck and slowly undid one, watching his eyes and hoping he was as turned on as I was. I undid the second button and started the third when his eyes flared, and he dropped his lips to mine. He lifted his hand, wrapped it around the opening in my blouse, and tore it.

My heart beat faster when buttons flew, and I felt the cool air against my exposed skin. Still kissing me, he pushed himself up to his knees, dragging me along with him so he could pull the blouse from my shoulders. Throwing it across the room, he yanked his mouth from mine and grabbed his shirt behind his neck, tearing it from his body. I shoved my hands between us and laid them against the muscles of his stomach before sliding them up his chest. He groaned and dropped his mouth back to mine while I explored every inch of his broad chest and muscular arms, and he undid my bra.

He threw my bra to the side and pushed me back down to lay flat, his fingers quickly finding the button of my jeans and popping it open. He pulled his mouth from mine and stared into my eyes. “You sure?”

I ran my hands down his chest again and over his stomach until I could feel the button of my own jeans. I pushed the zipper down and watched his eyes flare, feeling powerful when he looked at me like he couldn’t go one more second without his hands on me. Grabbing the sides of my jeans, I pushed them down over my hips and squealed when he once again pushed up and jumped off the bed. He pulled my jeans from my body and threw them to the side before yanking his own from his body. I watched while he grabbed the band of his briefs and pushed them down, causing me to swallow hard at his size. But it wasn’t scary; it was exciting, and my body shivered at the idea of him pushing inside me.

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