The wish was fulfilled a lot faster than he’d expected. All it took was for him to slide one finger deep inside her pussy and suck her clit hard in his mouth, and she shuddered with an orgasm so powerful he almost came in his pants.
She wasn’t one of those women who bit her lip and writhed in silent pleasure. Oh no. Maggie vocalized every sexy second of her climax. Moaning. Trembling. Even tossing out an oh fuck or two as she tangled her fingers in his hair and locked her thighs around his head.
When she finally whimpered and grew still, Ben pulled back, a satisfied grin on his face and an unsatisfied erection straining against his zipper.
“You don’t play fair,” Maggie murmured, cheeks flushed, eyes a little glazed.
“Never have,” he returned easily. He gave her inner thigh a light pinch and got to his feet, liking her disheveled appearance because he was responsible for it. “All right. I’m hopping into the shower. You can go ahead and finish your homework now.”
So he wanted to play games? Was that it? Maggie wondered as she stared at Ben’s sexy backside disappearing into the hallway.
She inhaled a deep breath, then stumbled off the chair and bent down to retrieve her panties from the floor. She was still a little stunned by what happened, and more than a little shaky from the exquisite orgasm that had just rocked her world.
Ben Barrett had made her come in a record-breaking three minutes. He hadn’t asked her what she liked. Hadn’t waited for her to guide him. He simply knew. It didn’t surprise her. The second she’d slid into bed with him two nights ago she’d known this man possessed the ability to set her body on fire.
He’d taken advantage of that ability just a minute ago, making sure, of course, that she’d never be able to concentrate on schoolwork now.
It was hard to stand up when her core still throbbed from Ben’s erotic assault, but Maggie forced herself to her feet. She walked toward the bathroom on shaky legs, her determination deepening when she heard the shower running.
If he wanted to play games, she was ready to play back. If only to give her aroused body what it wanted so she could finish researching her paper without any distractions.
At least that’s what she told herself as she turned the doorknob and stepped into the small, steam-filled bathroom. The bright pink plastic curtain shielded Ben from her view, and her from his, but she slid out of her clothes quietly, needing to hold on to the upper hand. She’d nearly melted into a puddle on the floor from Ben’s skilled tongue, but this time he’d be the one melting.
“Are you joining me or what?” His muffled voice broke through the sound of water flowing.
Her nostrils flared. Damn it. She didn’t even have the element of surprise on her side. How had he known she’d follow him in here? Was he so arrogant that he just assumed she’d run into the washroom to get a glimpse of his naked body?
It’s what you did, isn’t it?
She pushed that annoying voice out of her head and reached for the edge of the shower curtain. As she pulled it open, a billow of steam clouded her vision and made her slightly light-headed. When it cleared, her eyes focused, but she was just as light-headed, because the sight of Ben, wet, hard and naked, was enough to suck all the oxygen out of her lungs.
Her brain went into overload trying to absorb all the delicious little details. Like his smooth, golden skin. And his rippled abs. And those firm, muscular thighs. And his…oh, gosh, his everything.
“You’re letting the cold air in,” he complained.
She swallowed, trying to regain her composure, then took a breath and stepped into the shower stall. The second she did, he shoved his hands on her bare hips, pulled her into the stream of water pouring from the showerhead and captured her lips with his.
He gave her another one of those rough, drugging kisses, but this time she broke the contact before she could completely lose herself in his lips.
“I don’t like being interrupted from my work,” she murmured, leaning on her tiptoes and pressing her lips to his ear so he could hear her over the rush of water.
He raised his brow, sending droplets of moisture down his aristocratic nose and into the thick stubble on his chin.
“Okay. Should I apologize for stealing you away from your desk and making you come?”
“No.” She ran her hand over his wet chest. One flat, brown nipple hardened beneath her fingers. “I’m just voicing my disapproval.”
“So, what, you crashed my shower to punish me?” One side of his mouth lifted upwards in a crooked grin. His metallic blue eyes smoldered when he said the word “punish”.
“Something like that.”
She glided her hand down his chest and encircled his shaft.