Page 47 of The Thorne at My Side
“Shit, he's here, okay, bye."
I school my features as I hear her walk up to the door.
"You think I'm hot," I answer as she opens it and I can't helpthe laugh that escapes me. She tries to be so unattached. So in control but I can see how affected she is by me.
"You were listening to my conversation?" She accuses, as she steps aside for me to come in.
"Well, considering all I had to do was stand at your door to hear everything it was difficult not to."
I step further into her apartment and my smile widens. The space is just soher. From the soft rose color on the wall behind her post-it note cluttered white board, to the furniture. I can see her picking out the perfect color to paint everything. The overstuffed but worn-in big chair by the window. One corner has a divot in the cushion that tells me it's where she settles in to work or read or watch…wait.
"You don't have a TV," I state with surprise as I turn and double check I didn’t miss it. She’s standing in front of the door with her hands tucked behind her holding onto the knob. My eyes drink in her just-from-bed appearance; her black tank, black sleep shorts, white collared shirt unbuttoned over both, the gentle flush to her cheeks, her golden hair piled high on her head.
"Ah, no, I watch things on my laptop sometimes but usually I read at night."
I'm about to ask what she's reading but she points accusingly at the coffees and pastry bag I’m holding in one hand. "What the fuck is that?"
"Coffee and pastries." I reply slowly as I take another look at them just to make sure that they haven’t morphed into something else.
"This is such a bad idea," she mutters as she steps past me. I notice that she has a pair of sneakers lined up by the door so I step back and toe my shoes off next to hers.
"So bad that it might be good," I say as Iwalk past her and set the coffee down on the table in front of her chair.
She huffs as she sits down in the divoted spot that I noticed before but she reaches forward and pops the lid off one of the coffees and blows on it before taking a sip. "Why did you bring breakfast, again?"
"Why are you drinking the coffee?" I challenge and instead of admitting that she got called out she narrows her eyes at me over the rim of the cardboard and takes another sip.
Those blue eyes, even when they're shooting daggers at me, are like jumping into the pool on a hot day. The cold is a shock but there is relief, joy, and anticipation.
So I dive.
In one motion I move her coffee down to the table and gently push her back against her chair. She inhales like she's going to try and say something but I don't give her the chance.
The second my lips touch hers, blood rushes like white water rapids to every last inch of my body. I feel alive. This arrangement is an incredibly bad idea, I'm already in too deep, frantically treading water trying to stay afloat. But I want more.
When Maggie pulls back quickly and breaks the kiss I panic at the sudden loss of our connection. She shimmies out of the button up and pulls her tank top off over her head and I immediately grasp her breasts and bring them to my mouth. Her head falls back and she digs her nails into my scalp, sending shivers down my spine.
"Austin," she breathes as I roll her nipple with my tongue. My hand slides down her side, over her hip, down the outside of her thigh, mapping and memorizing every spot. I pull her knee up and hook it behind my hip because I need as much of me touching as much of her as possible. My knees almost buckle when she reaches between us and cups me.
I break the kiss this time and yank my shirt off. Her hands cover my chest quickly.
"You're so fucking hot," she says against my lips.
"You're so pretty it hurts," I tell her as I kiss down the length of her neck and nip at her collarbone. She tastes bitter and sweet, like iced tea.
She pushes on my chest until I fall back against the other arm of the chair then she stands in front of me. I watch as she reaches forward and pulls my glasses off, folds them and sets them on the table. I reach forward to peel her shorts off and find her bare underneath.
"Do you sleep without panties?" I ask as she steps out of her satin shorts.
"I rarely wear underwear at all," she says and my mouth goes dry. "Gives me a competitive edge."
"I'm the one on edge, MC," I smirk as I lean back and open my fly before pulling my jeans down my legs.
"Every word that comes out of your mouth irritates me," Maggie growls as she helps to pull my pants off my feet. She's almost kneeling before me and I am rock hard. I exhale in a hiss when she leans forward and licks me from base to tip. "Seems like I know how to shut you up though," she grins.
"Careful, I'm getting some ideas about your smart mouth."
The fire that flashes through her eyes tells me that she'd be up for it but I’m craving her so as she straddles my lap, I run my fingers against her pussy and they come away slick. She watches as I pass my fingers over my lips.
