“Yes, Mick,” she said just above a whisper, “touch me there.” Her sweatshirt fell to her feet and he pulled back to look up past her breasts and into her face. He slid his fingers beneath her panties and stood.

“Right here?” He parted her slick flesh and touched her there. She was incredibly wet, and he wanted to put more than his fingers there.

“Yes.” Her breathing was rapid and her hands clung to his shoulders.

“I love knowing I get you this wet,” he said just above her mouth. “I want to use my tongue on you.” He brushed his fingers across her small feminine bump. “Here.” She nodded. “You don’t mind, do you?” She shook her head, then nodded, and then combined the two.

“Mick,” she whispered as her grasp on his shoulders tightened. “If you don’t stop…” She sucked in a breath. “Oh, my God, don’t stop,” she moaned as a powerful orgasm buckled her knees. He wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling as his fingers touched and stroked and felt her pleasure in his hand. He kissed the side of her throat and ached to be inside her, feeling her tight walls gripping him with each pulsation.

When it was through, she said, “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

He pulled his hand from her pants and pressed his erection into her. “Let’s make it happen again. Only next time, I’m going to join you.” He brushed his wet fingers across the tip of her breast and lowered his mouth to her lips and fed her his need and greed and uncontrolled lust.

She pulled back from the kiss and gasped. “You have condoms? Right?”

“Yes.”

Bare from the waist up, she took his hand and led him into the house. “How many do you have on you?”

How many? How many? “Two. How many do you have?”

“None. I’ve been celibate.” She closed the door behind them, then turned to face him. “We’re going to have to make those two condoms last all night.”

“What do you have planned?”

She pushed him against the closed door, pulled his shirt over his head, and tossed it aside. “Something you should not have started.” She took control and her impatience got him so hard, he thought he might burst the buttons on his Levi’s. “But something you are going to finish.” Her breasts brushed his chest as she kissed his neck and her hands worked his fly. “I’m going to use you for your body.” She sucked the side of his neck and shoved his pants and boxer briefs to his knees. “You don’t mind. Do you?”

“God, no.” His dick poked her belly and she took him into her warm hand. She cupped his balls and stroked him up and down, pressing her thumb into the corded vein of his shaft.

“You’re a beautiful man, Mick Hennessy.” She brushed her thumb over the head. “Hard.”

No shit.

“Big.”

Mick sucked in a breath. “You can handle it.”

“I know I can.” She bit the hollow of his throat, then slowly sank to her knees, kissing his belly and abdomen on the way down. “Can you?”

Oh, God. She was going to use her gorgeous mouth on him. His “Yes” came out on a rush of pent-up breath.

“You don’t mind if I use my tongue on you?” She knelt before him and looked up, a little smirk on her red lips. “Do you?”

“Christ, no.”

Her gaze locked with his as she ran her velvet tongue up his thick shaft, and he locked his knees to keep from falling on her. “Do you like my tongue here?”

“Yes.” God, was she going to talk the whole time?

She licked the cleft in the head of his cock. “Like it here?”

She was driving him insane, but he had a feeling she knew that. “Yes.”

She smiled. “Then you’ll love this.” She parted her lips and she took him into her warm, wet mouth, drawing him to the back of her throat. “Holy shit,” he whispered and placed his hands in her hair. Most women were hesitant to take a man into their mouths. Obviously she wasn’t one of them. She sucked him into a sexual vortex that left him oblivious to anything but her. Anything but her warm hands, hot liquid mouth, and soft tongue giving him raw carnal pleasure. The glass door was cool against his back and his eyes slid shut. He expected her to stop at some point. Women always stopped, but she didn’t. She stayed with him as he came, an intense, powerful climax that squeezed the breath from him and hit him like a freight train. She stayed with him until the last flush of orgasm stopped and he was able to breathe. Most women thought they knew how to pleasure a man with their mouths. Some were better than others, but he’d never experienced anything like the intense pleasure Maddie had just given him.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice rough and his breathing rapid.

“You’re welcome.” She stood in front of him and touched a finger to the corner of her mouth. “So, you liked that?”

He reached for her. “You know I did.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her nipples brushed his chest. “Now that we both got the first one out of the way, I hope you weren’t planning on going to work, because I have plans for you here.”

No, he didn’t have to go to Mort’s. The new manager he’d hired was doing a good job. He kissed the side of her throat and raised a hand to her breast. In the pit of his belly, the lust that had been thoroughly sucked out of him a moment ago caught fire once again.

He had plans of his own.

She should not have fallen off the wagon. Having sex with Mick was wrong of her on so many levels, but the time to stop things before they got out of control had passed an hour ago. She should have stopped him before he put his mouth on her breast and slid his hand into her pants. But of course she hadn’t. Once she’d felt his moist mouth and skilled fingers, she’d become selfish and greedy. She’d wanted to feel his hands all over her body. To feel him touch her in places she hadn’t been touched in a long time. To look into his eyes and see how much he wanted her.

Within the spill of lamplight pouring across the gold and red quilt, Mick kissed the small of Maddie’s bare back and continued up her spine. “You always smell so good.” His hands and knees were planted on her bed on both sides of her body and his erection brushed the inside of her bare thigh as he leaned down to kiss the back of her shoulder.

No, she should not have fallen off the wagon with Mick, but she wasn’t sorry. Not yet. Not when he made her feel things. Wonderful things she hadn’t even known she missed. Tomorrow she would be sorry when she thought about all the ways she’d just complicated her life and his, but tonight she was going to be completely selfish and enjoy the naked man in her bed.

Maddie turned onto her back and looked up into Mick’s lusty blue eyes surrounded by thick black lashes. “You feel good,” she said and ran her hands up his arms and across the hard muscles of his shoulders. “You make me feel good too.”

He bent down, lightly bit the ball of her shoulder, and his penis touched her between her legs. “Tell me all the ways you’re going to use my body.”

She turned her head and said next to his ear, “It’s a surprise.”

“Should I be afraid?”

“Only if you can’t get it up.”

He pressed his erection into her. “That’s not going to be a problem.” And it wasn’t. He kissed and teased and tortured her with his hands and mouth, bringing her to the point of climax, then backing off. Just when she thought she might have to pin him to the bed and jump on him, he reached for the condom on the nightstand. Maddie took it and put it on him while she kissed his belly. Then he pinned her to the bed and knelt between her thighs. He wrapped his hand around the thick shaft of his penis and brought the broad head to her slick opening. He pressed into her, hot and enormous, and she gasped from the sheer pleasure of his entry.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I love this part,” she said.

He pulled out and plunged a little deeper. “This part?”

She licked her lips and nodded. She wrapped one leg around his waist and forced him even deeper. His nostrils flared slightly as he pulled out, then buried himself to the hilt, thrusting into her and shoving them up the bed.

She cried out, whether in pain or in intense pleasure, she wasn’t quite sure. She only knew that she didn’t want it to end.

“Sorry.” He spread kisses across her cheek. “I thought you were ready.”

“I am,” she moaned. “Do it again.” And he did. Again and again. Maddie hadn’t had sex in a long time, but she didn’t remember it feeling so good-if it had been this good, she was positive she would not have given it up for so long.

He groaned deep, deep within his chest and placed his hands on the sides of her face. “You feel tight around me.” He kissed her lips and said just above her mouth, “And so good.”

Heat flushed her skin, radiating outward from where they were joined, and she slid her fingers up his warm shoulders and into his hair. “Faster, Mick,” she whispered. She loved the feeling of him touching her deep inside, the plump head of his penis rubbing her G-spot, then pushing into her cervix. She loved the press of his moist skin against her and the intensity of his blue eyes. Without missing a beat of his pumping hips, he ran a hand down her side and bottom to the back of her thigh.

“Put this leg around my back,” he said just above a whisper. He pressed his forehead against hers and his breathing rasped against her temple. He plunged faster. Harder.

“Mick,” she cried out as he thrust in and out, pushing her closer and closer toward climax. “Please don’t stop.”

“Not a chance.”

Like a flash fire, heat spread from the apex of her thighs, across her body, and she was completely mindless of anything but Mick and the pleasure of his body. She called his name once, twice, maybe three times. She tried to tell him how good it felt, how much she loved and missed sex, but her words came out short and abbreviated as he relentlessly thrust his erection into her, and slammed her into a pleasure so intense she opened her mouth to scream. The sound died in her throat as wave after luscious wave rolled through, and her vaginal muscles pulsed and contracted, gripping him hard. On and on it went as he plunged into her, his labored breath hot against her cheek until finally he shoved into her one last time and a long tortured groan died in his throat.