Page 21 of Sirens
How could he when she was a balm and an irritant all at once?
His blood felt like warm honey, but his skin was on fire. His hands would tremble unless they splayed over her abundant curves. The curve of her back, her waist, the swell of her ample ass.
Holy Christ, he was in trouble.
And he loved how trouble tasted.
The moment was as perfect and slow burning as a summer night. The air around them felt heavy and heady, like the prelude to a storm. Trent pulled Maggie closer and moved his lips against hers reverently, tasting her in ways that had nothing to do with sex.
Her response set him on fire. She pushed herself up onto her toes, pressing her body even closer to his own. Her hands moved up from his face to his chest, testing the dips and swells of muscle.
Trent groaned into the kiss and knew that there was no going back now. He wanted this woman in ways that were both primal and poetic all at once. Without breaking contact, he led Maggie over to the couch.
She sank down. He followed, settling into the cradle she made with her gorgeous body.
The kiss only intensified, their hands exploring each other while their mouths spoke words too profane for language. It was something out of a dream—pure bliss wrapped up in an embrace so tight it felt like it would be this way until one of them finally conceded ground so they could remove the clothes that dared keep their skin from touching.
With their mouths fused, she clawed at his shirt, undoing a few buttons below his neck while he slid her zipper down.
Damn, his mouth was watering violently.
“Psycho Killer” by Talking Heads started blasting from her phone.
“Gah! Balls.”
It was the first time that word had been spokenintoTrent’s mouth.
Maggie performed some improbable jujitsu roll and unfolded from beneath him to her feet, snatching the phone from her bra.
He could do nothing but pant like a man who’d run a marathon and watch her while still balancing on one knee in the world’s most awkward Ialmost had sex but the phone rangposition.
How could she pick it up?
Not that he thought himself that good. Well…he did, but that was only half the problem. Not only did she answer the phone like it might be the lottery calling, she’d done it after sexing him up so completely he’d forgotten what a phone evenwas.
He watched her expressive face light up as she unceremoniously wiped the gloss of their kiss from her swollen lips.
“Uh-huh… Fuck yes… Uh-huh. I’ll be there.”
After the shortest phone call in the history of ever, Maggie was stuffing her phone back in her purse and grabbing her keys with a self-satisfied glee that made him shrivel.
“Sorry, Trent,” she said with a smirk, “I gotta go—it’s an emergency.” She winked as she turned away from him, as if she didn’t know it would be painful to follow her with what was going on in his pants.
She suddenly wouldn’t look at him, and every investigative sense he had began to steal some of the tingle from his more engorged parts.
Was she feeling awkward? Shy?
Guilty?
“Everything okay?”
She swallowed hard and flashed him a grimace that was meant to be a smile as she stumbled on her way to the door. “Oh, yep. Yeah. Just got some news I’ve been waiting for, and it’s…time sensitive.”
Didn’t she have work in an hour?
“Well, um… We should…” Her eyes darted to where he was unfolding from the couch. “Thanks for the…the lesson. I’ll see you!”
“Maggie, wait?—”
