Free Unbreak Me by Lexi Ryan

Maggie.
    Her tongue strokes mine. She sucks it into her mouth until my cock strains painfully against my fly.
    I pull back and let my lips hover over hers.
    “You could take me home,” she whispers. “And leave me all hot and bothered again.”
    “I could.”
    “Or you could finish what we started in the pool.”
    I groan, pressing against her, my hands finding her waist, her hips, her ass. Nipping at her neck, sucking. I don’t just want her, I need her. I need this. For reasons bigger than months of abstinence.
    Maggie arches into me then tilts her head to give me better access to her neck. I sweep my tongue over that sweet juncture of her neck and shoulder and she shudders in my arms. I want to make her shudder in my bed. Suddenly I’m struck by an image of her bound and blindfolded. Vulnerable. Trusting. Open. Mine.
    “I need to get you naked,” I growl.
    “Naked?”
    “Or in that scrap of lace you wore when you did your striptease for me.”
    “I thought you weren’t going to have sex with me.”
    I suck her earlobe into my mouth and tug it with my teeth. “We can get naked without having sex.”
    “I think you’re doing it wrong.” She licks her lips, eyes hot. “But you might convince me to try. As long as you don’t mind spectators.”
    I groan into her neck. “Get into your car before I take you up on that.”
    I open the passenger door, and her keys jingle as she hands them over with a satisfied smile.
    It takes about two minutes to get from Brady’s to her house, but it feels like an eternity. She doesn’t touch me, but tucks her finger in my belt loop like she’s afraid I might sneak away. The air between us pulses thick and hot with sexual tension and anticipation.
    When I pull into her driveway, I cut the engine and pull her against me. I kiss her, taste her, my fingers tangling in her hair.
    Her hands snake up my shirt and she nips at my mouth with her teeth.
    When I break the kiss, we’re both breathing heavily.
    She shoves lightly at my shoulders. “Inside, Exhibitionist Boy.”
    I grin and climb out of the car. Her hips sway as she leads the way into her house. My hands itch with the need to get her bare, to squeeze her ass as I taste her, to scrape my teeth over the flesh at her hips.
    When Maggie opens the door, Lucy races toward her in big, bounding leaps. Then she spots me and immediately turns, tucks her nub of a tail, and runs for cover.
    “Batting zero with the kid today.” Maggie laughs as she heads to the back door. “Luce!” she calls, opening the screen. “Let’s go outside.”
    The dog skitters past me with a pathetic combination whimper/bark/howl and runs for the door.
    When Maggie turns back to me, her eyes are hot as they trail over my body. “Strip.”
    “Have you ever even tried letting someone else take the lead?”
    She saunters across the kitchen and plucks at the buttons of my shirt. “What fun would that be?” Halfway down she abandons her task and pushes it off my shoulders, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my abdomen.
    I reach for her dress, and she pushes my hands away and presses them against the counter.
    “Oh no you don’t,” she warns. “Keep those hands right there.”
    I know she needs this—to take, to be in control—so I obey.
    Her fingers finish their work on my shirt as her mouth explores—sucking, nibbling, making me lose my fucking mind.
    “Mag—”
    “Hush.” Her hands work the button of my jeans.
    I want to protest. Want to touch her, to watch the pleasure on her face as I taste her, but suddenly I’m against the counter, my shirt hanging from my wrists, my jeans around my thighs as Maggie drops to her knees. Her skirt hikes up her hips and exposes the tops of her soft thighs.
    She cups me through my boxer briefs.
    “Jesus,” I gasp. I reach for her but she backs away.
    “My house, my rules.”
    I’m lost as she frees my dick from my boxers. I want to be tender with this woman the world has battered, but I’m helpless as