“You have no idea.” I nip at her chin. “You’re so full of fire, so indignant, I want to pin you against the wall and fuck you until you don’t remember your name.”

The laughter leaves her, and she stares up at me with stunned green eyes. “Really?”

“Oh, absolutely.” I tug her shirt over her head and let it fall to the floor, then cup her perfect breasts in my palms. “Every damn time you snapped at me, I wanted to pull your hair back and kiss you.”

Maggie yanks my shirt up and over my head, our movements becoming frenzied in our need for each other.

“I don’t know if I would have complained.”

Her bra hits the floor.

“You would have hit me.”

My jeans are open, and her hands slide down my bare backside, urging the denim down around my ankles.

“Maybe,” she admits and bites my shoulder.

I get her out of her jeans and then simply rip her panties off her.

“Definitely.” I pick her up and toss her onto the bed, then climb on after her. “But I don’t know if I’d mind all that much.”

“If I hit you?”

“Mm.”

She snort-laughs again, then moans when my hand finds her core and sinks into the wetness of her folds.

“Ah, hell,” she groans.

“Always so wet,” I murmur against her lips. “Always ready for me.”

“It’s your own damn fault.” She swallows hard and arches her back. “You have a habit of getting me all worked up.”

“Well, darn.” I grin and watch her gorgeous face as she falls over the first crest. “That’s my girl. Good girl.”

“Jesus, you make me lose myself.” She pushes on my shoulders, and I roll onto my back, where she climbs on top of me and runs that mouth over my torso. “I could just eat you up. Why do you have to be so delicious?”

“I could ask you the same.”

“I don’t have these muscles,” she mutters and licks my abs, almost sending me through the roof. Her hand wraps around my cock, and it’s safe to say that the tables have been fully turned.

I usually like to be the one in control, but with Maggie, I don’t mind at all if she wants to take the helm for a while.

She licks and sucks and makes me see stars, but before I come, she straddles me and lowers herself onto my cock.

I cup her ass.

She braces herself on my chest.

“I want to ride you,” she says. God, when she’s turned on, her eyes shine like emeralds. As if she’s some kind of gorgeous sea witch or a siren. I just can’t say no to her.

I never could.

And I never will.