Page 8 of Sweetie Pie
Stretching happily, I grunt and slowly open my eyes, reaching out for the soft feel of my love’s skin.
But all I find are the hotel sheets.
Sitting up quickly, I glare around the room like she’s hiding in the bathroom or something.
But her clothes are gone and the sheets feel cool where she was lying when we went to sleep and I know that she’s gone.
My heart constricts and then I roar wildly.
“There’s no fucking way, Mags! You’re not getting away from me that easily.”
But when I go across to her room and bang on the door nobody answers.
My heart breaks as I lean my palms on that fucking barrier between us.
Then I stand up straight and head for the elevator. An older lady squawks when I step on it with just my lounge pants on.
I don’t even bother looking at her. Nothing matters but finding my Maggie.
The receptionist is luckily not the one I bribed last night. The woman eyes me warily.
“Can you tell me whether the woman in 212 checked out?”
She’s shaking her head before I even finish. “I’m sorry, sir. If she’s not in your party, I can’t tell you anything about her whereabouts.”
I close my eyes, breathing in slow and steady. Then I open them and I hope she can see how much this means to me.
“That woman is mine. I’ve been in love with her forever and this was our first trip.” I don’t tell her that I stalked her.
“I’m sorry.” This time I can see the sympathy in her eyes. “I really am.”
“Thanks anyway.”
I turn away and then run back upstairs to grab my clothes. I know what her damn car looks like and where she’s parked. I can find her myself.
It takes one look to know that she’s gone. She left me. She told me one night and obviously she meant it.
The hell with that. It’s time to get home and let her know that she’s not getting rid of me that easily.
Maggie
Three weeks dodging Colt is not as easy as it sounds. The man is insistent on talking to me and I’m just as insistent at staying the hell away from him.
My dreams are driving me crazy. Last night, I went to bed exhausted at eight o’clock hoping against hope that I could sleep uninterrupted.
Fat chance of that.
“You’re so beautiful, Mags.” The lust and desire that I remember are faded to something sweeter, more hopeful. His hands are gentle, warm, the callouses on his hands scraping along my bare skin.
Shivering, I feel the warmth of his breath on my lips as he takes them, claims them. His lips are firm, hungry as he growls inside my mouth, his tongue swirling the inside of my mouth.
I can’t bear it and my hips twist and lift under him. The world spins as he rolls and lifts me up on his hips. Gasping, I slip delicately down on his stiff member.
His deep sapphire eyes glitter in the dim light and his strong hands clench on my hips. Slowly, he guides me down on him and I can’t breathe.
“So good,” I mumble under my breath but he hears me.
“Yes,” he hisses. “It will always be this good with us. All you have to do is let me in, baby girl.”
