He inhaled, eyes widening then narrowing with arousal. Drops of water pooled over his upper lip and, feeling bold, Maggie leaned forward and licked the moisture off with her tongue. She met his gaze and offered a crooked grin of her own, then slid to her knees and took his cock in her mouth.
This time his sharp intake of breath was followed by a low groan. His hands drifted down and tangled in her hair, which had matted against her forehead from the steam. She pushed a few wet strands out of her eyes and licked him from base to tip, enjoying his velvety texture and masculine taste.
And, unlike Ben, she took her time teasing him. Tortured him with long languid strokes of her tongue and pulled back each time he tried to thrust deeper. She dragged her lips over his tip, sucking, kissing, stroking his balls with her palm.
His husky moans and the feel of the hot water streaming over her breasts drove her crazy. She clamped her knees together and tried to focus on bringing him to the edge, until he tugged at her hair and she looked up to meet his heavy-lidded gaze.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, his words hissing through the steam filling the small space. “I want to see you touch yourself.”
She swallowed back a whimper and nodded. Widening her knees, she pressed her fingers between her legs and took him in her mouth again. Going slow was no longer an option, not when she could feel Ben watching her as she rubbed her clit, not when she could feel his thick cock pulsing under her tongue.
They came together, hard, fast. His semen filled her mouth and she swallowed every last drop, while her own orgasm sizzled her nerve endings, bringing with it a wave of pleasure that numbed every part of her body. With a ragged groan, Ben gently pushed her head back and sank to the floor of the tub, looking completely and thoroughly spent.
As the water from above grew lukewarm, he reached out and brushed hair out of her eyes, then stroked one of her trembling thighs. “You okay?”
She knew she must look like a drowned rat, still shaking from her climax and gasping for air, and she laughed at the concern she saw in his eyes. “I’m fine. Numb, but fine.”
He grinned. “In case you’re wondering, I’m fine too.”
She glanced down at his crotch. He still sported a rock-hard erection, and she was shocked to feel her nipples harden with desire. Again? She’d just experienced her second orgasm in twenty minutes and she was ready to go again?
She wasn’t sure what made her jump to her feet, that startling realization or the sudden change of water temperature, which went from lukewarm to lukecold. Whatever the reason, she quickly tugged on the shower curtain and stumbled onto the fluffy pink bathroom mat.
Ben called her name, but she ignored him.
Two days, she realized as she wrapped a terrycloth robe around her wet body and hurried out of the washroom. Two days since she’d first met Ben Barrett, two days of allowing him to distract her to no end, and now two orgasms that still hadn’t managed to flush the man from her system.
What was the matter with her?
“What is the matter with you?” Ben sounded out of breath and annoyed as he marched into her bedroom a moment later wearing nothing but a towel.
She tightened the sash of her robe and crossed her arms over the thick terrycloth. “Nothing is the matter.”
“So you always sprint out of a room after sex?”
“We didn’t have sex.”
Laughter spurted from his throat. “We came pretty damn close. In fact, we came pretty damn fast.”
Her cheeks burned. “But we didn’t cross the line.”
A shadow floated across his face. “I wasn’t even aware there was a line.”
“Well, there is.”
She felt unbearably exposed, standing there in her bathrobe, the hardwood floor icy under her bare feet. And unbelievably confused, because her mouth kept saying words that made Ben frown and her body kept berating her for it.
“So this line…” His frown turned into a scowl. “Is it the one that keeps you from having fun?”
“What?”
“You heard me. You crossed over from uptight land to fun world, and now you’re trying to convince yourself what we did was wrong.”
He was right, she was trying to convince herself they’d done something wrong, but not for the reason he believed. It had nothing to do with being uptight and everything to do with the way he made her feel.
Again, it all came down to distraction, and what happened when you let yourself get sidetracked by a man. She’d learned the hard way how easy it was for your life to be destroyed by a preoccupation with sex and relationships. Hell, her own mother had abandoned her because of a man, and though Maggie had no children of her own to abandon—which she would never do—she wasn’t going to abandon the path she’d set up for herself. She wouldn’t desert her goals and her dreams for a man. Even one who made her entire body tremble from one penetrating gaze.
“You think I’m uptight?” She decided to respond to the one remark he’d made that didn’t hit close to home.
“Yep.” He leaned one bare shoulder against the doorframe and cast a blue-eyed glare in her direction. “You’re anti-fun, Red.”