Page 57 of Sirens
Maggie hesitated, suddenly unsure if that was the right move.
“Maybe I’d better just take a rain check for now.” She slid off the counter, her feet barely touching the ground before McGarvey’s hand seized her arm. He yanked her back, and she found herself flush against his body, feeling the hard planes of his chest pressed against her curves. As she gazed up into his eyes, a full-body chill shivered through her. The hunger in his leonine gaze was raw, almost feral.
“Go put on that silk slip,” he growled, his voice low and commanding.
“McGarvey, I—” she began, but he silenced her with a firm but gentle hand at her throat.
“That wasn’t a fucking request.”
Maggie swallowed beneath his grip. “That’s the thing. It’s already on. Beneath this coat.”
She watched the recognition dawn in the depths of his eyes and ripple outward through his features.
“I have an idea,” he said.
Taking her by the hand, he led her to the bedroom and pointed her toward her closet. “You’re going to go in there, and you’re going to come out in whatever you feel the sexiest in. I’m going to wait out here for as long as you need. Got it?”
Maggie nodded, stepping into the closet and closing the door behind her.
Running her fingers over the velvet hangers, she experienced the jolt of unwelcome revelation.
They all belonged to her life with Charlie.
The only item she owned that her bloviating gasbag of a husband had neither acquired nor touched was the one clinging to her skin beneath this coat.
Maggie drew in a deep breath, unbelted the trench, and let it puddle to the floor. When she opened them again, she made herself meet her eyes in the full-length mirror affixed to the back of the closet door.
Now or never.
She found McGarvey lounging against the headboard, shirtless, watching her with hooded eyes. Maggie paused in the threshold, suddenly shy under the intensity of his stare.
“Come here,” he rasped.
Heart in her throat, she crossed the room. McGarvey’s hands settled on her hips, fingers tracing the curve through the silk.
“You’re exquisite,” he murmured, dragging his eyes down the length of her body. Maggie flushed, torn between embarrassment and pleasure at the blatant appreciation in his eyes. “And all mine,” McGarvey added, meeting her eyes again. His smile turned predatory, sending a thrill of anticipation down her spine.
She smiled, desire melting her lingering shyness, and leaned down to capture his mouth in a searing kiss.
His hands roamed over her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. By the time he eased her onto the bed beneath him, need pulsed through her veins like liquid flame.
“Please,” she breathed against his mouth.
His lips curved into a knowing smile. “Patience,” he murmured. Maggie whimpered in protest, arching into his touch as his fingers skimmed along the edge of her slip. McGarvey’s breath hitched, his restraint visibly fraying. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he said, fisting a hand in her hair to angle her mouth up to his. She pushed at the waistband of his jeans, shoving the offending fabric down and freeing him.
He hissed in pleasure as she wrapped her fingers around his length, stroking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His hips bucked into her grip, and Maggie grinned against his mouth, relishing the effect she had on him.
“Enough.” Catching her wrist, McGarvey dragged it away from him and pinned it above her head, slipping his other hand beneath the fabric to find the source of her need.
Maggie arched with a gasp, writhing under the skillful strokes of his fingers. “Trent,” she whimpered, beyond caring how desperate she sounded. His eyes gleamed, his breath coming fast.
“Not yet,” he said hoarsely. She moaned in protest, but McGarvey refused to be moved. Not until she was trembling on the edge of release did he finally relent, settling between her thighs.
She cried out as he filled her, the slip bunching around her waist. He stilled for a breathless moment, gazing down at her with a mix of awe and tenderness that made her heart ache.
Then he began to move, and Maggie lost herself in the slow, relentless rhythm of their joined bodies. The rest of the world faded away, leaving only McGarvey and the exquisite pleasure spiraling through her once more.
Tonight, there were no doubts or fears. Only this—only them. And it was enough.
