Page 58 of Sirens
With a slow smirk, he reached out, pushing the top of her negligee aside, revealing the fullness of her breasts. A low growl rumbled from his throat as he palmed them, pushing them together. His thumbs brushed against her nipples, the contact sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
Taking one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, McGarvey gently rolled it, sending electricity sparking through Maggie’s body. Her back arched in response; a breathy moan escaped her lips. He continued the sweet torment on the other nipple, alternating between pinching and pulling gently, then curled his hips into her, filling her slow and deep.
She gasped, digging her fingers into his shoulders as he began to move. Each stroke brought her higher, closer to the edge, the pleasure building into a cresting wave.
“Trent…” she said again, her voice shaky with need. He silenced her with a kiss, his lips devouring hers as he continued his relentless rhythm, then slid his hand down between them, finding her sensitive nub and rubbing slow circles around it.
“That’s it, baby,” he urged.
A surge of pleasure rushed through Maggie, coiling tighter and tighter within her. She keened against his mouth, writhing beneath him as he drove her over the brink.
His breath hitched as she tightened around him, her walls convulsing in pleasure.
“Fuck,” McGarvey roared, losing himself inside her in hot pulses.
Maggie came back to herself slowly, her cheek pressed against the warmth of his chest. His heart thudded steadily under her ear, his breathing deep and even. The slip had pooled down around her waist at some point, but McGarvey made no move to adjust it.
“You okay?”
Maggie smiled, nuzzling closer. “Mmm. Very okay.”
McGarvey huffed a quiet laugh, squeezing her gently. “Good. Just wanted to make sure I didn’t break you.”
“Not a chance,” she said dryly. She tilted her head back to meet his eyes, tracing the familiar lines of his face. “You know, for someone so particular about everything else in your life…”
He arched a brow. “Yes?”
“Nothing.”
His eyes softened, crinkling at the corners. “Hey.” He nudged her chin up with a knuckle. “Where’d you go?”
Maggie shook her head, smiling through the sting of tears. “Nowhere. I’m right here.”
She leaned up and kissed him, slow and sweet. McGarvey made a low sound of contentment, tightening his arms around her.
“You are fucking irresistible, you know that?” He ran his hands down her sides, flexing when they came to the curve of her ass. “Every inch of you.”
He deepened the kiss as his hands roamed over her body. By the time they broke apart, Maggie was breathless and trembling against him.
“I want this,” she whispered, meeting his eyes. “I want you.”
A slow, wicked smile spread across McGarvey’s face. He gripped her hips and lifted, settling her more firmly against him.
“Well then, Miss Michaels,” he purred, voice like gravel, “I believe you have my full attention.”
She swallowed hard, anticipation and nerves swirling in her stomach.
He tilted her chin up, staring into her eyes. “You still with me?”
She nodded, unable to speak. His hands were warm against her skin, grounding and reassuring.
“Good.” McGarvey leaned in, breath ghosting over her lips. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
He kissed her again, igniting a fire in Maggie’s veins. By the time he pulled back, she was panting, desire clouding her thoughts. She whimpered, arching into his touch.
“Shh.” He nipped at her jaw, then soothed the sting with his tongue. “I’ve got you.”
One hand slid under her gown, teasing along the edge of her bra. Maggie gasped, clutching at his shoulders.
