Page 74 of Rival Hearts

He chuckled. “Youpretendingto get turned on shouldnotturn me on.”

I wrapped my hand around his neck and drew him toward my lips. “If you tell me you’re cleaning and painting today, I might have a spontaneous orgasm.”

With a groan, he slid against me. “Fuck, Maggie.”

“Exactly.” I drew my fingers across his back and then dug my nails into his ass. “Get on it. Or rather, in it.”

“Patience, Maggie May. I hear it’s a virtue.”

“Glad to hear you only see it as a vicious rumor too.”

He laughed against my ear, and the sound warmed my heart. How was it possible to feel this happy and content with him when I’d felt so much anxiety and angst about him for years? But every part of me—my heart, my mind, and my body—were so sure of him now that it created a different sort of anxiety.

His hand was on my inner thigh, smooth caresses that made me forget my train of thought. He was on the spot that made my body begin to ache with longing.

“I love watching you get turned on, yanked out of your head and into this moment,” he said, and he wrapped his fingers around my thigh as he shifted to press his hard length against my core.

He rocked back and forth, the movement subtle but oh-so right as he kissed me. And I locked my ankles around him, keeping the connection tight. His palm cradled my head, and each movement built more and more urgency in me.

“Oh God,” I murmured as he found the sensitive spot behind my ear, his tongue flicking over my earlobe and sucking.

“I’m going to make you come like this,” he said, as I couldn’t help digging my nails into his ass. “And then I’m going to make you come again when I take you from behind.”

“Yes,” I gasped, almost desperate for what he promised. “Faster.”

“I’m not rushing this one,” he said. “Not when I get to watch the expression on your face as you get closer and closer to coming undone.” He gazed down at me with barely restrained passion. “Sometimes all I can think about are the soft sounds of pleasure you make, the way you can’t catch your breath just before you come, how tightly you squeeze when you finally let go. If I could find some way to spend the rest of my life in this bed with you, that’s what I’d do.”

“You’d be a professional fucker,” I said, barely able to get the words out, my brain so focused on the movement of his body over mine.

A grin split his face. “Can you decree that a job as mayor?” The smile left his face as he stared down at me, his gaze shifting across my face, as though he’s reading how quickly I approach the edge. “An official job,” he murmurs. “Maggie Sullivan’s professional fucker.”

“Yes,” I said, clutching onto him, and then he slid into me, quick and smooth, and I gasped at the sudden fullness.

“I need to feel you,” he said, his thumb on my clit, circling as he thrust long and deep.

It was exactly what I needed, too, and I could feel myself tightening and cresting. “Grady,” I cried out as I felt the orgasm pulsing through me.

“Oh, fuck, Maggie,” he said against my ear. “You’re so tight. So wet. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it together.”

“Don’t hold it,” I said.

“Can I come on your stomach?”

I nodded, and he pulled out, pumping his large hand along his shaft as he spilled himself across my pale stomach, a guttural groan escaping.

When he was done, he leaned forward and kissed me before heading to the bathroom. There, I heard the shower turn on, and then he came back, scooped me into his arms and carried me there.

“Change of plans,” he said. “Round two can happen in the shower instead.”

“You’re going to get me all clean?” I asked, clinging onto his neck as he bridal carried me.

“I do like you dirty,” he said, glancing down at my stomach. “But I like you wet even more.”

In the shower, he set me down, the hot water the exact temperature I liked it. It wasn’t the first shower we’d taken together, but I still loved the feel of his hands on me, lathering soap across my body, taking care to get every inch of me slippery and clean.

“Do you want your hair washed?” he asked, reaching for the shampoo.

“Yeah,” I said, turning my back to him.

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