Page 53 of Sirens
“Listen, Michaels,” Trent said, scratching the back of his neck and clutching her surname like the flimsy intimacy barrier it was, “I don’t know if?—”
“I mean, if we were diving into unsexy food, I would have made my famous Boston baked beans, becausenobodywants to deal with those repercussions in bed.”
She was adorably earnest, but her attempts at seduction were about as subtle as a foghorn in a library. It was clear she was out of her depth, floundering in a sea of awkward innuendo.
“Okay, I get it,” he said softly, stepping closer. “Pork rolls equal matrimony. Got it. But let’s put a pin in the culinary foreplay, shall we?”
“Foreplay?” Her eyes twinkled, though her cheeks burned scarlet.
“Metaphorically speaking,” he clarified. His gaze now locked on to hers, he noticed the flicker of desire dancing in their depths.
“If you wanted foreplay, I’d have done something with bacon and probably some kind of glaze with?—”
Trent couldn’t let her finish the sentence, so he did the only thing he could think of by crowding her back toward the counter with his big body. Reaching down and lifting her onto the granite, he placed his hand at the nape of her throat, testing the pulse fluttering like a caged bird.
“Maggie?” he growled, scowling at her as all the levity drained from his body.
“Yeah?” She blinked her owlish eyes at him.
“Shut up.”
He robbed her of her chance to disobey by capturing her mouth with his own.
Maggie gaspedas McGarvey’s lips trailed a hot, wet path down her neck. The ache between her thighs intensified with every nip of his teeth, every swipe of his tongue.
If only she’d readCosmolike the other girls, they might have gotten to this part sooner.
Yeah,a familiar, tobacco-roughened voice belched in her ear.We both know you wasn’t like the other girls.
Fucking Charlie.
It was bad enough his name was still plastered all over the legal documentation proving her right to exist. Now she had to put up with that ferret-faced asswad’s voice tearing around her head.
Damn him.
A sharp tug on her earlobe shattered the fantasy, jerking her back to the present.
With a growl, Maggie sank her nails into McGarvey’s shoulders and pulled him closer, mentally squeezing Charlie out.
Hunh. Wouldn’t have figured you for the type to spread them for a guy who’s so…fancy.
Anger flared, hot and bright.
As if Charlie had anything to say when it came to seduction. He was the kind of guy who considered her bending over to load the dishwasher a sexual proposition.
McGarvey pulled back, eyes narrowing as he studied her face. “Hey,” he said, his passion-laced voice low and rough. “What’s going on up there?”
Maggie forced a smile and trailed her fingers down his chest. “Nothing. Nothing at all. Why don’t you come back here and remind me what we were doing?”
He caught her wrist, stilling her movements. “Nice try. But I can tell you’re distracted. And for what I’m planning, I need yourfullattention.”
Maggie swallowed against the lump in her throat.Goddamn detail-noticing motherfucker. His gaze was too perceptive, his mind too sharp.
With a sigh, Maggie dropped her hands to her sides. “It’s…Charlie.”
“Your almost-ex?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“The same,” she admitted, feeling her cheeks grow warm. “He has this annoying habit of popping into my head at the worst times.”
