Page 80 of Stolen for Keeps
The ride to The Lazy Moose wasn’t long, but it felt like an eternity.
Maya didn’t help.
She leaned against the window like she was indifferent. Her hair damp and wild, her lips still swollen. She fiddled with the radio and rested one bare foot on the dashboard. She acted like she wasn’t the same woman who’d just had me panting outside my truck. Like I was just a ride and not the man she’d almost undone in the dark.
I shot her a look. “You okay?”
She glanced over, her eyes all sparkling and sinful. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Because I’m dying over here, Blue.
But I didn’t say it. I just clenched my jaw and stared at the road.
Her fingers trailed along the edge of her shirt, idly playing with the next button. Not opening it, just teasing me with the idea.
If she was trying to kill me, she was damn close.
By the time we pulled into the lot at The Lazy Moose, I was seconds from forgetting every noble instinct I’d ever had.
I killed the engine. Miss Blue Temptress was flushed and seductive as sin. And she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
The house was quiet when we slipped inside. Claire, Elia, and baby Dylan had long gone to bed, but we still moved carefully, half from caution, half from the heady thrill of sneaking through the house like reckless teenagers.
We made it to the bathroom. Just barely. My back hit the door with a thud as Maya pressed into me, her fingers working at the soaked hem of my shirt. Her mouth grazed my jaw, hot and unrelenting, and then lower, trailing fire across my chest.
She didn’t waste time.
Buttons, fabric…gone. My shirt landed somewhere behind us, and her lips followed every inch she exposed. When she sank lower, her eyes glinting up at me as she yanked my briefs down, I had a passing flash of warning.
No chance.
“Shower,” she breathed against my skin.
I reached back and turned the handle, and hot water thundered to life. We stumbled into the stall, steam rising fast, but all I felt was her.
Her hands. Her mouth.
She didn’t take her clothes off…on purpose. I knew it. That was the game.
Her shirt stayed on, the white cotton gone transparent, clinging to every curve and outlining her breasts.
I nearly lost it right there. Then the tip of my cock brushed the back of her throat, and my whole body jolted. I stumbled back, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure crashed through me.
But only for a second.
Because I didn’t want to miss a thing. I needed toseeher, see what she was doing to me, and the look in her eyes like she wanted to bring me to my knees.
Water beaded on her lashes. Her lips found me again, sliding over my cock, greedy and perfect.
Hell, she lookedobsessed.
It was maddening. And yeah, it was a little funny too. The same woman who pretended to be indifferent ten minutes ago now sucked me like I was the last man standing.
And me? I let her.
She tried to brace herself, one hand reaching for the slick glass as she went deeper.
The suction, the movement, theintent…it was all perfection. But when her palm slipped and knocked the shower pane with a solidthunk, it echoed through the house.
