Sassy Blonde - Stacey Kennedy Page 0,29

him slowly, delighted by his eager moans.

When his heated stare finally returned to her, his jaw clenched. He stepped out of her hold to remove her jeans and panties. Once she lay naked there for him, he froze.

A beat passed. He gazed between her thighs then slowly looked up…and up… “Maisie,” he murmured. Soft, affectionate, warm, and she melted as his hand stroked over her belly. “You’re beautiful.”

Her heart fluttered. “Not so bad yourself, cowboy.”

She thought he might chuckle. He didn’t. His brows pulled together as he kept stroking her belly. “I never knew…” His smoldering gaze lifted to hers when his hand slid between her thighs. “Damn, stay just like this. Let me watch you.”

Her eyes fluttered as he stroked her sensitive flesh slowly, gently, and she arched back into the pleasure when he dragged a finger through her folds. He grunted when he noticed how wet he’d made her. “Fuck yeah, you’re so damn sexy, Maisie.” She opened her eyes, finding him hovering over her. He slid one finger inside her, and she dragged her hands up his forearms, feeling the incredible strength of those hard muscles.

She reached for his cock and stroked him. Once. Twice. Before his mouth met hers again with a delicious growl, the kiss deeper this time. Faster. Harder. He devoured her until they were both breathing deep. He broke away only to rip open the condom, sheath himself, and then he grabbed her hips and yanked her bum off the bed. He wasn’t polite and gentle. No, he did precisely what she wanted.

He entered her, right to the hilt. He moved slowly at first. Until he hooked her legs over his shoulders. Then he gripped her hips, the bed squeaking beneath her, the headboard slamming against the wall as his thrusts became everything she needed and more. He drove pleasure into her, rounds of hard and fast thrusts stealing her breath away. Her eyes shut against the sensations taking her under, stealing away the view of Hayes’s gorgeous face and straining muscles. He began pumping harder. Faster. Until the world drifted away and his roar of pleasure followed hers.

Many, many minutes later, she managed to make her mouth move. “So, that happened,” she said.

Hayes’s low chuckle rushed over her. He now lay next to her, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. “It most certainly did.”

Breathless, too, she glanced sideways at him, finding his eyes closed. “Did we just complicate everything?”

He turned his head and opened his eyes. “No, it means we wanted something, and we took it.”

She swallowed the emotion that crept up, an unsettling feeling rolling though her stomach that this thing between them couldn’t be that easy. Blessedly, before she had time to think about it more, her cell phone beeped. She reached for it on the nightstand where she’d left it and looked at the screen. “Shit.”

Hayes leaned up on one muscular arm. “What’s up?”

Maisie was tempted to lick that bulging bicep and the vein running along the side. Reminding herself that she was in trouble, she threw on Hayes’s T-shirt and sat cross-legged on the bed next to him. “Oh, you’ll see,” she finally managed to say. Then she accepted the FaceTime call and smiled into the phone. “Hello, Clara.”

Clara’s ponytail was a mess, makeup smeared under her eyes. “Are you two out of you goddamn minds! A fight?” she snapped. “Seriously? What the hell happened?”

Maisie sighed. “Well, I…”

The phone was suddenly ripped away. Hayes arched an eyebrow at Clara. “Someone made unwanted advances on your sister tonight and grabbed her arm hard enough that she flinched. I didn’t like that. The blame for this is on me, not on Maisie.”

A pause. “I see. Can you put Maisie on the phone please?”

Maisie fought her smile at Clara’s very serious voice. She accepted the phone. “Yes?”

Clara’s eyes were huge. “Is Hayes in your bed right now?”

Hayes lay back down, all man, all muscles, stretched out in the bed and grinned. “Mm-hmm,” she said, looking back at Clara.

Clara fought her smile. “Let’s talk more tomorrow—” Hard bangs suddenly came at the door. “What’s that?”

“I dunno,” Maisie replied.

Hayes jumped out of bed, slid into his jeans, and grabbed a T-shirt from his bag. When he whisked the door open, Maisie’s heart dropped into her stomach.

“Um, Clara, we need to go.”

“Why?”

Maisie took in the two men in uniform, the guns on their waists, and the dark irritation in their gazes. “The police are here.” She ended the call, even though