Sassy Blonde - Stacey Kennedy Page 0,28

here for months.” He caught the heated surprise in her eyes, but every guard was down. They weren’t just friends, but something more. Something that was hungry and urgent, that demanded to be fed. He fought back a moan, his cock hardening to steel as he slid a hand across her hip, pulling her in between his legs, needing her closer. “Only question is whether it’s time to act on it or not.”

He expected a response. But the one she gave surprised him. She cupped his face and brought her lips to his.

Maisie knew with the soft press of her mouth against Hayes’s that they were stepping into dangerous new territory, but there was no way in hell she planned to stop. And when Hayes threaded his fingers into her hair and gave a low growl from his throat, there was no turning back. She’d wanted this. Wanted him. She climbed onto his lap, his hard length resting between her thighs, promising her the pleasure she’d craved for months. His lips traveled to her neck, his heavy breathing brushing across her ear. She unabashedly ground herself against him, needing more, wanting all of him. A moan spilled from her when his free hand came to her hip, his strong fingers guiding her faster, harder against him, like they were teenagers, scared to take it to that next base, but fiercely determined to get each other off.

But she wasn’t a nervous teenager. And neither was he.

Hayes grabbed her tank top and pulled it over her head. With a flick of his fingers, her bra followed, and his callused fingers took her breast. His tongue stroked her nipple before his lips sealed on the taut bud. Her head spun in a thousand directions, asking a million questions, but falling into the pleasure of the moment too…until he lifted his head. His gaze met hers. She was afraid he was going to stop, but she found solidness there, strength. Lost in the swirling whiskey depths of his eyes, she remembered she knew this man. Knew all the good things. Probably knew most of the bad. She never dreamed he’d look at her this way, with hot obsession. His dark eyes yanked her out of her head and into this new space they created together, the hot need pulsating between them. She realized why he hesitated now and what exactly he waited for.

Her permission.

Not wanting to wait a second longer, she grabbed his T-shirt. He had it over his head before she could even lift it up fully. His arms wrapped around her then and he flipped their positions like she weighed nothing at all, hovering over her.

The strands of his hair hung over his forehead as she cupped his face. He stared at her. Hard. With lust practically vibrating off him. “You sure you want this, Maisie?”

She slid her hands down over his neck, his wide shoulders, chest covered in soft dark hair, admiring each and every groove of his six-pack. It’d been two years since she’d seen him at the lake with his shirt off, and Hayes’s body had changed, becoming stronger. Thicker, more muscular. A man’s body.

“I want you,” she told him.

The low moan he gave made goose bumps rise across her arms. “Good, because fuck, I need you.”

His unleashed desire only heightened hers. She brought her hands between them and reached for the button on his jeans and quickly lowered the zipper. This time, when his mouth met hers, his kiss was different. All consuming. A man’s primal hunger. He bit her lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. His tongue stroked hers. His lips matching her rhythm perfectly, like he’d been kissing her a lifetime. All those questions needing answers slowly began to disappear as she lifted her hips, grinding against him.

“Don’t stop that,” he told her, watching every swirl of her hips. “Fuck, Maisie. Yeah, don’t fucking stop that.” He reached into his back pocket to grab his wallet, extracting a condom. In the next breath, his jeans were down, and his thick cock sprung free.

Maisie took him in. Every single gorgeous inch of his straining, hardened length. When she lifted her gaze to him, her breath vanished at the uncontrolled fervor staring back at her. She reached out, desperate to feel him in her hand. His eyes slammed shut, head fell back as she stroked the soft, silky skin over hardness, feeling the warm liquid escape the tip. Using that lubrication, she worked her hand over