Steve had been very subdued for the last hour of the party.
He glanced at her with an odd expression and shook his head. “I'm fine. Just a little tired.”
"You should have said something while we were walking all over town this afternoon," she said, with a stab of guilt.
While his knee-crutch was less cumbersome and gave him greater mobility than the traditional under-arm crutches, it didn't look super comfortable, either.
He waved away her concern. "It's fine."
"At least we can sleep in as along as we want to," she said. "And then figure out what we want to do. I'd suggest a nice soak in the hot springs, but that's probably not a good idea with your leg."
"Probably not," he answered, with regret in his tone. "Dr. Chang would kill me if I ruin my cast."
Their elevator arrived at their floor, and they walked down the hall together, still holding hands.
Maggie told herself that it was because of the slim chance that they might run into someone they knew in the twenty-five feet to their room, but the truth was, she just liked touching Steve.
He apparently felt the same way, because he pulled her into his arms and kissed her when they stopped so that Maggie could insert her keycard to unlock the door.
His lips and tongue were so sinfully hot that she couldn't stop imagining how good the actual sex would be.
Still embracing, they stumbled through the open door. Steve's leg-cast, which stuck out behind him as he knelt on the pad of the crutch, struck the doorframe.
"Oof!" He staggered and lost his balance and fell forward, slamming Maggie up against the wall next to the bathroom door.
"Are you o—" she began.
He stopped her question with another deep kiss. The door slammed shut behind them.
She was panting with need when his mouth finally left hers after a timeless interval that still felt too short. The place between her legs pulsed with a deep beat of arousal.
"Have I told you how good you smell? My cat wants to rub in your scent."
That made her giggle. "Only a shifter would find that romantic." She pulled his head down for another kiss. She confessed, "But my cat feels the same way."
"Good." He leaned into her, keeping her pinned firmly against the wall.
She ground her hips shamelessly against the hard ridge of his erection while she ran her fingers through his long hair, freeing it from its ponytail, shamelessly stroking the muscles of his back and shoulders through his shirt.
Steve drew his hands up from her hips and let his palms linger in the dip of her waist before gliding up over the lace and chiffon of her dress to cup her breasts.
She reached for the hem of his shirt and yanked it up out of his pants. She craved the feeling of his warm, bare skin against her palms.
"I want you," Steve growled in her ear.
He stroked her nipples with his thumbs, sending electric sparks of sensation. They tightened and rose under the sheer fabric of her dress.
She gasped with need and arched her back, offered her breasts to him, begging silently for more of that delicious, maddening touch.
To her shocked delight, he bent to cup her butt, then lifted her effortlessly despite his crutch.
She tugged up the pleated chiffon skirt and wrapped her legs around his hips. Through layers of fabric, the ridge of his erection nestling snugly against her aching pussy.
"Oh!" Maggie gasped as his hard lips closed around one nipple, sucking on it through chiffon and lace.
She clung to his shoulders as he pulled her hips tight against him, silently encouraging her to move.
Maggie was more than eager to ride the stiff length of his cock, craving the friction and pressure against her swollen, needy flesh.
He seemed to know exactly what she needed. He moved against her with quick, hard thrusts while he devoured her breasts like a starving man, teasing her with his tongue and teeth as spiraling pleasure wound tighter and tighter and she lost the ability to think coherently.
She was close…so close…
Steve's mouth left his delicious torment of her breasts. He bit her throat. Hard.
As mingled pain and pleasure rocketed through her, Maggie hurtled into a climax that pulsed violently through her, waves of pleasure building and breaking like storm-driven waves crashing against rocky cliffs.
As he ground himself against her, Steve's hands tightened on her ass with bruising strength. Then his own orgasm shuddered through him.