by Katie Reus
And he’d like to get them on Samantha, as soon as possible. He still couldn’t believe he’d kissed her earlier. He’d barely brushed his lips over hers, but it had been a kiss. Not something clients did with their Realtor. He’d felt possessed though. Just like he had years ago around her.
Sam glanced over her shoulder at him, gave him a knowing smile, as if she’d been expecting his answer, and it pulled him out of his thoughts of the past. So far they’d viewed the work shed—which was just as spacious as the one at the first property—and the bottom floor. Everything was nice, but overall he simply liked the layout of the first house. It was more open.
“You’re not surprised?” he asked.
“No. You had a look I recognize well. You’d be surprised by how often people end up making an offer on the first or second place they look at. I think it’s because they spend so much time researching what they want online that they’ve already mentally narrowed it down by the time they start visiting properties.” She glanced around at the top of the stairs and motioned to an open doorway. “This should be the master bedroom. According to the overview, it has a nook with bay windows overlooking the pond and a custom master closet. The agent is supposed to be updating the listing with photos today.”
When they stepped inside it was easy to see why the room had been one of the selling points. Natural light spilled into it, bathing the hardwood floors, Persian-style rug and furniture with an afternoon glow.
Maguire could easily imagine waking up in this room with Samantha next to him. Of course he could imagine waking up in any room with her. But… “This is really nice.”
Nodding almost absently, she pulled open the closet doors and grinned. “Oh wow. If you were a woman, I’m pretty sure this would sell you on the place.”
He let out a low whistle when he saw the space, which was more like a small room than what he thought of as a closet. Everything was clearly custom-made, the smooth white wood of the shelves a contrast to the dark wood floors, making it look bigger than it actually was. And it was already big. Two corners of the closet were lined with rows of dozens of shoes—who the hell needed that many?—and a small circular tufted ottoman sat next to one of the racks. The mini chandelier overhead sent a spray of glittering light over everything, illuminating the room like a showpiece. Maybe that was the intention. There was even a seating area with a marble-top built-in desk that matched the marble of the center island of storage.
“You look a little like you want to spend some time in here,” he murmured when he glanced at Samantha.
The grin that split her face made his breath catch. “It has actual shelving specifically for purses, a built-in double hamper, padded jewelry drawers…” She pulled out a hidden drawer he hadn’t noticed before moving to the small center island. She ran her fingers over the marble top, a soft expression on her face. “And this center piece is beautiful and functional. It clearly has a lot of storage. I could definitely show this room a good time.” Her light, joking words made an unexpected laugh bubble up inside him.
He’d forgotten how funny she could be. Or maybe not forgotten, but forced himself to lock up memories of his time spent with her. Being around her now, it was all coming back with a vengeance. Even if he wanted to stay away from her, he knew he couldn’t. “Well whoever owns this place likes having a good time,” he said, motioning to the bondage wall mount rings above the bed—small, gold rings with a solid square backing anchoring them in place. They blended with the gold and cream of the comforter set.
She glanced past him and frowned—and he realized she didn’t know what he was referring to.
Stepping fully out of the closet, he moved over to the king-sized bed and lifted one of the rings. “These are bondage wall mount rings for…bondage.”
“I…didn’t know what those were,” she muttered, her cheeks going that sexy shade of pink he loved. “I’m so embarrassed right now. I’ve actually seen those at a couple houses before and I thought they were hooks for draperies or something…and I’m going to shut up now.” She let out a soft groan, covering her cheeks, which just made him laugh as he stepped back into the closet with her.
He’d never been into stuff like that, but the thought of tying Samantha up? Hell, yeah. He could get on board with that. “You are sexy as fuck when you blush.” The need to touch her was overwhelming and he wasn’t going to deny himself now that they were alone.
Completely covering the distance between them, he loosely rested one hand on her hip, tugging her toward him. She didn’t resist, just shifted against him, burying her face against his chest. “I feel so dumb not knowing that,” she muttered again.
His body shook as he laughed again and a very caveman part of him was glad she hadn’t known.
“No laughing at my naiveté.” She leaned back and softly thumped his chest with her fist.
His gaze fell to her mouth and he couldn’t have responded if he’d wanted to. The thought of having Samantha tied up, stretched out in front of him as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm? His cock decided to flare to life at that moment.
Her eyes widened as she felt his reaction to her, but she didn’t pull back.
Hell. He’d never had a problem controlling his body. Not since he was a teenager, anyway. But being around Samantha again, a woman who could easily become an addiction if she let him in again… “I’m going to kiss y—”
She went up on tiptoe even before he’d finished.
Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue teasing against the seam of her lips, easing them open. Earlier in his car he’d gotten just a small taste. Too brief, and it had left him hungry for more.
All that need came roaring to the surface as he pulled her completely flush to him, rolling his hips against her so she fully felt what she did to him. Her sweet, subtle apples-and-cinnamon scent drove him as crazy as her fingers dug into his shoulders.
He loved that she was holding him as tightly as he was gripping her. He wanted to go skin to skin with her right now. Which was insane…maybe.
Nipping at her bottom lip, he pushed her back until she had to sit on the tufted ottoman. She let out a little yelp as her ass met it.
“What—”
He was on his knees in front of her before she could continue, cutting off her question with another searing kiss.
“The door downstairs is locked,” he murmured against her lips. She’d locked it and taken the key inside instead of leaving it in the box. When he’d asked her why she said it was a safety precaution she always took. He was glad she looked out for herself and really glad the place was locked up tight because he didn’t want anyone interrupting what he planned to do to her right now. He should wait until tonight, when they were alone in his house. But after three years of not touching her? He couldn’t convince himself of any sane reason to wait when she was here and willing.
Looking slightly dazed, she nodded. “Yes.”
He slid his hands up the outside of her smooth, lean legs, only stopping at the hem of her dress above her knees. “I want to bury my face between your legs,” he murmured, not at all surprised when she let out a gasp. There was no holding back for him. Not now. Not when it came to her.
Her dark eyes flared with heat even as she seemed to struggle to find her voice. “Maguire,” was all she could get out.
“I love hearing you say my name.” Even after the way things had ended between them, he’d still fantasized about her. Hadn’t been able to stop himself. “Say my name while you’re coming against my mouth.”
Her cheeks were bright pink as she bit her bottom lip. She wasn’t saying no, so that was something. “We shouldn’t,” she whispered, her fingers straying to his shoulders. Definitely not pushing him away. Instead she dug in a little.
“Oh, we should.” If she said no, they stopped right there, but all his muscles were pulled taut as he waited for her response.
“Maguire,” she sighed and he knew he’d won.
This was happening. Anticipa
tion hummed through him, a steady pulse in his ears as he leaned forward, taking her mouth with his again as he shoved her dress up her thighs.
She linked her fingers around the back of his neck as he slid a hand between her legs. The first time he’d gone down on her had been in the back seat of the truck he’d had at the time. It had been wild and intense, and right now he felt exactly the same way. He had to taste her right now. Even though he knew this might just be something physical for her, he still couldn’t stop himself. If anything, maybe this would remind her of how things had been between them, how he’d been able to leave her boneless and completely satisfied.
He slipped a hand under the thin material covering her mound and groaned at her slickness. Oh yeah, she was wet and ready for this. Pulling back, he stared at her for a long moment, taking in her flushed cheeks, dilated eyes and erratic breathing.
“You want to stop?” A note of surprise slid through her words.
Not in a million years. In response he slid a finger inside her, keeping his gaze locked on hers.
Her dark eyes went heavy-lidded as he pushed deep, her slickness surrounding him. He remembered how tight she’d been, but feeling it again made a groan tear from his throat. The reality of her was so much better than the memory.
He would undress her completely—eventually, but not right now. This was about being a little wicked, about pushing her to the edge and reminding her how things had been between them.
Neither of them were the same exact person from three years ago, but the chemistry between them was brighter than before. And she was still that sweet, funny woman he’d fallen for. They’d both grown up more, and at her core she was still the woman he didn’t want to lose. He’d tried to convince himself that he just wanted to catch up with her, make her dinner tonight, but he hadn’t been able to believe his own lie. Now he wasn’t even sure why he’d tried to lie to himself.
After withdrawing his hand, he groaned as he looked at her spread legs and the dampness on her lacy black panties. It took only seconds to get rid of those for her before she was bare to him, her wet folds glistening under the glitter of the chandelier, her clit peeking out, showing him just how turned on she was.
She shifted slightly against the ottoman. “Do something.” The words were more plea than anything, making him grin. Yes, he was going to take great pleasure in this.
He lifted one of her legs and nibbled at her inner ankle. Her heels were black, strappy, and they were definitely staying on for this. He wanted to feel them digging into his back as he made her come.
She let out a throaty moan as he moved higher, kissing his way up her legs. He wanted to take his time, to kiss every inch of her, but that would be later. Now, he was hungry for her taste.
By the time he made it to her upper thigh, he could smell her arousal. His cock kicked against his zipper but it was going to have to wait until later.
“This reminds me of the first time I went down on you. You were squirming, begging me to get you off.” It had been one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced.
“I didn’t beg,” she rasped out, sliding her fingers through his hair.
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Okay, maybe I did. You want me to beg again?”
Laughing lightly he shook his head before leaning down. He just wanted her to come. Instead of working her into it, he went right for her clit. He had to. The pink little bundle of nerves was peeking out, just begging for his mouth.
When he sucked on it, she cried out, her fingers digging into his head. Oh yeah, she liked that. He’d forgotten how reactive she was.
“Maguire.” His name was a prayer on her lips, urging him on.
Sliding a finger inside her, he continued paying all his attention to her clit, teasing and stroking with his tongue with more and more pressure. The harder he stroked, the louder her cries grew. And the harder she gripped his head.
The bite of pain was heaven because it told him just how desperate she was for this. He added another finger, groaned against her as her inner walls clenched onto him, milking him.
It was impossible not to imagine his cock inside her instead. “Come for me.” His words were a harsh demand. He needed her to—
She jerked against his face and fingers, her inner walls convulsing out of control as her climax hit faster than he’d imagined.
“Maguire!” Her back arched as she cried out his name again. Completely uninhibited, her orgasm was the hottest thing he’d ever seen or heard since…the last time they’d been together.
She let out a slight moan of protest as he lifted his head. Keeping his fingers buried inside her, he wiped his mouth before claiming hers again. She would still be able to taste herself on him, something that gave him immense pleasure.
When he finally pulled back, only because he wanted to see her expression, her dark eyes were heavy with a kind of sensual expression he felt all the way to his dick. He’d put that look there, given her all that pleasure.
Her normally stick-straight hair was mussed, so he thrust his hands into the thick tresses again and covered her mouth once again. She came off the ottoman, wrapping her legs around him as she basically tackled him to the hard floor.
With her dress up around her waist as she straddled him, he ran his hands up the back of her legs and over her smooth ass. He wanted to nibble on that too, to kiss every single inch of her, but especially that ass. Her breasts were a handful and her body incredible, but he would never forget the way she’d looked the first time he’d seen her at that random party all those years ago—in a halter top and little bitty shorts that had made his heart damn near stop. He squeezed once, groaned into her mouth.
“If we don’t stop,” he murmured, and only then did she pull back slightly, her hair creating a curtain around them, “we’re doing this right here on the floor.”
“I don’t care.”
But he did. He liked getting wild with her, loved that she’d let him do this, but some Neanderthal part of him wanted this new first time to be in his bed. Or at least at his house. He wanted her sweet scent all over his sheets, wanted to be able to take his time with her. Because once they started he wasn’t stopping for a good, long while.
Groaning, he slid his hands down to her hips, squeezed once, savoring the feel of all her bare skin under his fingertips. “I want you in my bed the first time.”
She reached between their bodies, started to rub her hand over his unfortunately covered erection, and he let out a hiss.
“You’re going to kill all my good intentions.”
“Screw your good intentions.” Her grin was as wicked as the glint in her dark eyes.
He started to respond when a sharp knock from somewhere downstairs sounded. Oh hell.
Samantha’s eyes widened before she jumped off him, shoving her dress down over her hips. “It’s probably another agent,” she whispered. “Shit, I don’t know why I’m whispering.” Quickly scanning, she stopped when she saw her panties, but he snatched them up and shoved them into his pocket as he stood next to her.
“Oh, these are mine. Go straighten your hair and see who’s down there. I’ll just check out the rest of the rooms until I get myself under control.”
She looked as if she wanted to argue, but nodded and hurried out of the room. After a quick glance around he was certain everything looked to be in place, and he did exactly as he’d said he would. He stepped out of the room as he heard her heeled shoes clicking on the hardwood floor downstairs.
It was clear she knew whoever she’d opened the door to, if her warm reception was any indication, so he headed toward what turned out to be another bedroom and willed his dick under control.
It was difficult when he still tasted her and all he could think about was what tonight would bring. He wanted to completely possess her again, to sink deep inside her. If this was just about sex for her… Yeah, not going there.
Chapter 5
“Thank you for staying over last night.” June,
Samantha’s mom, smiled as she poured coffee into Sam’s travel mug.
“It was fun watching movies and vegging out with you.” Sam had felt bad canceling her date with Maguire—especially after what they’d done in that house—but she’d moved home to be closer to her mom. And when she’d called her mom to check in with her yesterday afternoon, Sam had heard a heavy note of melancholy. Which was totally understandable since Sam’s dad had recently died of a heart attack, despite being in great health. She was still coming to terms with that and knew it was obviously harder on her mother. Even if she’d wanted to see Maguire, she wanted to be there for her mom too.
“I just don’t want to get in the way of your life.” Her mom poured coffee in her own mug then added French vanilla cream.
“Mom. You are part of my life and I’m really happy to be back in Holly.” She hadn’t been positive how she’d truly feel until moving back, but it had been like slipping on a comfortable pair of shoes. She’d forgotten how wonderful Holly was.
“Really?” Her mom leaned against one of the counters of the country cottage-style kitchen she’d recently renovated. Exposed cabinetry, vintage pendant lighting, mahogany wood floors, and an oversized farmhouse-style sink would help the resale value if she ever decided to move.
“Yes, really.” She’d always been close with her parents, but especially her mom. Before she’d moved home, they’d talked every other day on the phone. But living nearby was different. “If I ever decide to settle down and have a family, I want them to know you.” And that wouldn’t happen if she was living across the country.
Her mom’s grin turned sly and it was like looking in a mirror for a moment. “So are you thinking of settling down?”
“Ah, no.” Okay, that was a lie, but she didn’t want to talk about Maguire. Things were too new and tentative between them. Yes, the chemistry was there and she was certain there could be so much more between them, but they’d only had a week together all those years ago. She wanted to keep this private. At least for a little bit.