Beneath the Stars (Falling Stars #4) - A.L. Jackson Page 0,109

dropping it to the floor as I took another step her direction.

She rasped a needy sound, those eyes raking me in the night. “You’re so beautiful, Rhys. I look at you, and I shake. And then I feel you…” She touched her heart, right up close to the scar. “And I know where I belong.”

“Maggie.” It was a warning. Desperation. “Make me wanna break every rule for you.”

She stared at me through the shadows. “Let’s make our own. Let’s show them we aren’t a mistake.”

A growl reverberated through the room.

Self-control fracturing.

World breaking away.

Nothin’ left but me and this girl.

Me and this girl.

She took another step back as I took one forward, and she was hiking up that skirt. Dragging it up her toned thighs.

Teasin’ me.

A smirk ticked up.

“Ah, you wanna play?”

My insides twisted in a clutch, my poor cock hard and hungry. I went for her, gripping her sweet face as I took her mouth.

This kiss wasn’t soft.

It was raw.

Potent.

Rough.

“You taste like a dream, baby.”

Like a fantasy. An impossibility.

“And you taste like everything I’ve been missing. Like I’ve been starving for my whole life, and now I finally understand what it means to be satisfied. Filled. And still, I know I’ll always want more,” she said almost frantically.

Those hands went to work on the buckle of my pants, and she was unzipping them and pushing them down my thighs. This time when she took my cock in her hand, it wasn’t because she was playing.

She stroked me, long and purposed.

I shuddered in her fist. “Damn, baby. You know how to wreck a man.”

“You deserve it,” she rumbled at my mouth. “Doing what you do to me.”

“You like it?”

It was only half a tease.

That protectiveness rising up to make its mark. Telling me I always had to take caution with this girl. Make sure I wasn’t pushing her toward something she wasn’t ready for.

“Do I like it?” She leaned in closer, her words a breath of desire across my face. “I love it. Let go, Rhys. You’d never hurt me.”

I dragged that shirt up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I tried to mask the rage that surged to life when I saw the little butterfly stitches that covered the spot exactly over the spot where that fucker had cut her before.

Wasn’t right.

It was sick and twisted.

And I wanted to make someone pay for what they’d done.

“Let go,” she begged again, the words wisps of that spell she kept luring me under. “Right now, it’s only you and me. Let go.”

Maggie stroked me harder.

Girl whimpered as she did, her head rocking back when I went to kissing a path up and down the slender column of her neck. My hands slipped from her jaw, all the way down until I was cupping her tiny, perfect tits in my hands.

She arched into my hold.

“You got any idea how fuckin’ gorgeous you are? How I was hard all night, watchin’ you on that dance floor? Thought I was gonna claim you right in front of your brother.”

She gave a quick nod, her words thick. “I felt you. How badly you wanted me. Almost as badly as I wanted you. And I wanted you to. Claim me. Just like I’m begging you to do now.”

“Maggie. Baby.” I touched her face.

Her lips parted, and she blinked up at me through the darkness.

Vulnerable.

Open.

Fierce.

Every fucking thing I hadn’t known I’d been missing. That vacant spot that howled from within closing in.

Clotting up.

Our tongues tangled in a clash of need.

Flames lapped.

Energy singed.

Our lips greedy and desperate.

And I doubted there was any stopping it.

This girl taking me right up to the edge.

Lust thundered against the walls.

Ricocheting.

Gaining strength with each bounding pass.

A fever pitch that screamed.

And she was raking her nails up and down my back as I pressed my dick to her belly.

Our bodies were frantic.

Banging together.

Spinning.

Turning and pressing and begging against every solid surface I could find to pin her against. The walls. The high footboard of the bed. The balcony window where the waves beat against the shore beneath the stars.

I spun her around.

Maggie gasped and splayed her hands against the glass.

She still had on her heels, her back bare and lush, her shoulders so fucking sexy I wanted to sink in my teeth. That scrap of a skirt covered her ass, and I gathered it up so I could palm her cheeks.

She pushed back into my hold. “Rhys.”

I kicked off my shoes and shrugged the rest of the way out of my pants,