Maggie's Desire by Heidi Lynn Anderson Page A

tongue behind her ear and nipped. "What?"
    She bit back a sigh. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander."
    Brian stilled, leaned back, and stared, his eyes bright with what Maggie hoped was lust. "When you want to put your dominatrix suit on, you let me know."
    Flames licked up her body. "I will."
    He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
    Fresh anxiety swirled inside her. "What?"
    "I would like to bring you into your bedroom and show you how a real man makes love to a woman."
    She did the best to hold back a smile. "I'm calling bullshit on that. You want to prove to yourself and me you are better than Nick."
    "Watching you with Nick and hearing you call out his name when I made you come all but killed me."
    Guilt hit her hard and fast. Heat filled her face. "I'm sorry. I did what I did with Nick because it felt right. I thought it was what you wanted."
    "It was what I thought I wanted."
    Pain for what she had to say to him threatened to overwhelm her. She pushed out a breath and hoped he would understand. "I don't regret being with Nick. I am sorry for that, but I would give myself to Nick again in the same situation. He was everything you want your first time to be."
    He cringed. "I know. I could see that. He had more self-control than I would have had. He must really care for you."
    Relief poured into her. Maggie ran her fingers over Brian's five o'clock shadow. "He's a good man and he deserves someone who wants only him. Unfortunately, I want you."
    "You won't fuck him again?"
    "No."
    Brian grinned. "Does he know that?"
    She smiled at his uncertainty and nestled her core hard against him. "Yes."
    He stood, lifting Maggie, and headed toward her bedroom. "Good."
    Maggie's body ached with need, and her heart welled with tenderness. "Brian?"
    He kicked her bedroom door open and sat her on the bed. "Umm."
    "I need to feel you, only you."
    He grinned down at her, his beautiful blue eyes sparking. He tugged her shirt up over her head, tossing it on the floor. "I want to fulfill all your desires."
    She chuckled and kissed him hard on the mouth.
    Brian ran his hands over her shoulders and pushed her back on the bed. "I want to run my mouth over every inch of you and find all your secret spots that make you call out my name."
    Heat rushed to the surface of her skin. "I would like to see you try," she said weakly.
    He lifted her legs, tugged down her shorts, and dropped them next to her shirt. "You're not wearing any underwear."
    Cool air brushed her exposed flesh, sending shivers up her spine. "No," she said, shimmying up the bed.
    Brian sat and lifted her right foot. He pressed a delicate kiss on each of her toes. Tiny beats of pleasure danced up her leg, settling in her pussy.
    Licking over her arch and around her ankle, Brian made his way to the back of her knee. His tongue laved over a sensitive spot, making her sigh and giggle.
    "That's it, baby."
    He nibbled up her inner thigh and stopped just before her center. She whimpered and arched into him. Brian's devilish tongue caressed the area where her labia met her inner thigh.
    Maggie bucked. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let the erotic sensations wash over her. Every hormone she had danced to the strokes of his mouth.
    She was so close. All she needed was just a little more pressure. Maggie pushed her pelvis down onto his mouth. "More."
    Brian backed away, leaving her on the edge. "Just wait."
    When Brian finished his erotic torture, he moved to her arms. Her body felt tight, itchy, and it was burning up.
    She cried out again when he sucked at the sensitive skin on the inside of her elbow.
    Maggie squirmed to relive the sensation. "Brian, please."
    "Oh, baby, I've just gotten started tasting you. You're so sweet I could do this for days."
    Oh, shit, I hope not . She might die from the overload of sensations raining down on her.
    Brian pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses up the remainder of her arm and over her collarbone. His tongue dipped into the divot in her