Page 64 of Panther's Magpie
“Good girl,” he murmurs as he brushes a piece of hair out of my face.
Good Lord almighty.
Panther is fucking hot every day, but first thing in the morning? He’s irresistible. It’s seriously unfair how attractive he is.
His hair is mussed, and his eyes are still sleepy.
Add in the fact he said good girl? Consider me done. Stick a fork in me.
I never thought I had a praise kink, but maybe I do. Every time he compliments me or mutters those words, I melt for him. I want to bask in it.
I wonder what other things I like and just don’t know yet.
He smiles, making my heart race.
“What are you smiling at?” I ask quietly.
He reaches out and cups my face, running his thumb along my cheek.
“You have a line on your cheek from the pillow.”
Shutting my eyes, I groan. “How embarrassing.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed by. It’s adorable.”
Adorable, just what every woman wants to hear.
It’s like seeing my fantasy go up in flames.
Sighing, I remind myself I need to give up on this crush.
It’s only going to hurt me.
PANTHER
She’s fucking beautiful.
I’ve woken up with my fair share of women, but none of them ever felt like this. They never looked as good as she does first thing in the morning.
I’d love nothing more than to roll her onto her back and sink inside of her.
Not yet. Soon, though. Very fucking soon.
I’ve given up all pretenses. Maggie is mine. I need to be sensitive to her needs, though. I can’t take her too soon. Not while she is in turmoil over Aspen. I need to be what she needs.
Maggie is breathing hard, her face slightly flushed. I feel her rub her thighs together under the covers.
Fuck me.
She’s as turned on as I am.
She clears her throat. “Thank you for saving me last night.”
“You don’t need to thank me. It was nothing.” I can hear the huskiness in my voice. I need to tone it down.
“It wasn’t nothing. Not to me.”
Her eyes drop to my lips as her breathing picks up just slightly. Her tongue rolls along her bottom lip, making it shine.
