Page 65 of Panther's Magpie
“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” I rasp, making her shiver.
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me want to do things,” I admit.
“Sorry.”
It’s a lie, though. I can see the way her eyes flare at my admission. She wants it too.
She wants me.
Fuck it.
I cup the back of her head and pull her in close. “Tell me to stop,” I hiss at her.
“Don’t stop.”
She meets me in the middle, pressing her lips against mine. Our kiss starts off slow, almost as if we are testing each other out. Soft pecks without going too far from one another.
Kissing Maggie feels so fucking right. Like the sun is finally shining after years of darkness. Her soul is calling to mine.
She is mine.
I pull her in closer until her body is pressed against mine. This time, I press against her lips, my tongue sliding out to trace the seam. She opens for me, letting me deepen the kiss. She groans into my mouth as she drags her nails down my back.
Fuck.
Our kiss turns dirtier as our tongues start to duel. When she drags hers along the roof of my mouth, I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Goddamn.
She pulls away slightly and gasps, “Calloway.”
I like that my given name flows from her lips naturally.
I grab her thigh and place it over my hip. My hand moves to her ass and squeezes. “What do you need, Magpie?” I ask as her pussy rocks against me.
“You.”
“Damn right you do,” I growl.
As I go back in for another kiss, my phone starts ringing.
“Don’t answer it,” she pleads.
“Wouldn’t think of it.”
I nip at her bottom lip, making her groan.
My blood heats as desire roars through me. I can’t wait to figure out what she likes. What turns her on and how to make her body sing.
“Touch me.”
“With pleasure.”
Before I can do what we both want, my phone starts ringing once again.
“Goddammit,” I groan as I rest my head against hers.
