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Jon still leaned in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. “Yep. And today is one of the rare days I’ve made my bed.”

“You sound proud of that.”

“I am.”

“Is this where I finally get a glimmer of rock-star behavior?”

He smiled. “Maybe. I stay in hotels and the maids clean up after me. I stay in the tour bus and we have a service that cleans it or I sleep on an unmade bunk. I tend to forget I’m responsible for those mundane things when I come home.”

Her fingers pleated the plush comforter fabric as she tried to figure out how to phrase her next question. “Your house is great but I expected—”

“It to be bigger? More ostentatious?”

“No. I expected you to have a music room.”

Jon’s posture relaxed. “I have an entire studio behind the house. You didn’t see it when we drove up?”

She shook her head.

“I wanted to keep the spaces separate. One where I could work on music and write. And a home where I could just be.”

He sauntered forward with that sex-on-legs walk and she couldn’t look away from him.

Then he gently pushed her shoulders and she rolled down onto the mattress. He loomed over her. “So we staying in here and messing up the sheets? Or returning to the living room for polite conversation?”

His pupils were so dark she couldn’t see any blue in his eyes. He radiated enough body heat any chill on her skin evaporated. This potent, sexy man wanted her.
Her
.

Maggie wreathed her arms around his neck. “Fuck polite. Let’s get wild.”

Chapter Eight

Jon lost his focus for a moment as he kissed her, cranking the heat simmering between them into an inferno.

Maggie’s body arched, one hand twisted in his hair, the other gripping his hip. Her soft lips clung to his as her tongue stroked and teased, her mouth urgent in expressing her need.

He pushed up and looked down at her.

Seeing the flush on her cheeks and the passion darkening her eyes almost had him throwing caution to the wind, giving into the hard, fast fuck they both wanted now and slowing it down for a second round.

But Maggie wasn’t taking the lead in this dance.

“I like seeing you in my bed,” Jon said silkily, pressing a kiss below her ear. Then he let his lips follow her jawline to the other ear. “But I’d like it even more if you were naked.”

“Have I mentioned how fast I am at getting in and out of my clothes? I can show you if you want.”

He smiled against her cheek. “Nope. Because we’re doing this my way.”

“Meaning slow.”

“Meaning…my way.” Jon rubbed his mouth over hers, keeping their eyes locked, which increased the intimacy of the connection.

Maggie undulated beneath him, her impatience palpable.

“Got some place to be?” he asked.

“On top of you, riding you like a pony.”

“That’s something we’ll have to try. Later.” He captured her mouth with a kiss packed with such sexual greed, she whimpered when he broke free. Jon scooted forward on his knees, forcing her to straddle his legs. “Lift your arms.”

She sat up and he removed the tank top.

Jon curled his hands over her shoulders, sweeping his thumbs across her clavicle. “So pretty.”

“If I’d known I’d end up here tonight, I would’ve worn something sexier than my sports bra.”

He tipped her chin up. “Ask me tomorrow what bra you wore and I won’t remember. But I will remember the taste of your skin and how it felt when I touched you. Take it off.”

Maggie pulled her bra off and flopped back on the bed. “Now it’s easier for your hands to fulfill the promises that sweet-talkin’ mouth of yours just made.”

“And fulfill they will.”

She gestured to his shirt. “You are lagging behind.”

“Can’t have that.” Jon performed a slow striptease with his sleeveless T-shirt as he removed it.

Her eyes ate up his chest, arms and abdomen once he was completely bared to her. “God. I want to lick every one of your tattoos.”

“In time.” He hovered above her chest, his hot breath drifting over her damp skin. Then he dipped his head and his hair fell forward, brushing the upper swells of her breasts and the puckered tips of her nipples.

She hissed when his wet tongue lashed a tight point. “I’ll give you about an hour to stop doing that.”

Jon chuckled. “I’ll promise I’ll pay them the proper respect next time. I’ve got something else in mind for now.”

His hair zigzagged across her belly as he scooted down her body. He teased and tormented her until she writhed. Finally he tapped her hip and when she lifted up, he peeled off her sweatpants.

She was gorgeous naked. Firm muscles beneath her ivory skin. A small strip of strawberry-blond curls striped her mound, leading to that sweet, pink pussy.

Jon reached for her hand. He nuzzled her wrist and his mouth moved upward, kissing the center of her palm before he sucked her middle finger completely into his mouth.

Maggie hissed. She’d propped herself up on both elbows and studied him from beneath lowered lashes, her body so restless he could feel sexual energy emanating from her.

He released her finger and placed the wet tip over her clit. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

Her cheeks flushed with color. “Shouldn’t you be doing that?”

“I’ll do more than watch, trust me.”

At first Maggie was self-conscious. But when Jon murmured encouragement and started trailing the backs of his fingers over her thighs, she gave herself over to self-pleasure. Swirling circles around that nub. Flicking it lightly. Watching his eyes, she slowly pushed her middle finger into her opening. She rocked her wrist back and forth, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit.

As soon as she removed her finger, Jon bent down and sucked it, releasing a tiny growl at his first taste of her. After he’d licked away all the sweet juice, he demanded, “Again.”

Maggie glided her fingertip up and down her slit, adding more cream before vigorously rubbing her clit in a side-to-side motion. A moan escaped and she plunged her finger into her pussy, bumping her hips up to drive that digit in deeper.

Jon’s erection dug into his stomach when he dropped to the mattress. But he ignored the pain and latched onto Maggie’s butt cheeks, pulling her sex against his mouth. He thrust his tongue into her pussy alongside her finger.

“Oh God.”

He scraped his teeth over her knuckle. “Move your hand.” As soon as she complied, his thumbs spread open her swollen sex. He licked and sucked every inch of her intimate flesh, feasting on her.

Maggie had clamped her hands to his head as she thrashed beneath him. She jerked his scalp after he’d lightly grazed her clitoris with his teeth. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he growled. “It turns me on when you pull my hair.” He used the very tip of his tongue to flick across that distended nub. She made sexy whimpering mewls and he fastened his lips to the pliant, throbbing skin and sucked.

“Keep doing—yes, just like that.” Her body seized up and he felt the climactic pulses against his mouth.

After Maggie’s legs quit twitching and the pressure on his scalp disappeared, he placed a soft kiss above her mound. He pushed off the mattress, ditched his shorts and rolled on a condom.

Their eyes met and then he was on her, in her. Thrusting into that tight, wet, hot cunt.

She locked her ankles on his ass, trying to pull him deeper with every stroke. “This feels so good.”

Jon intended to push her a level or twenty above good. This first time would be spectacular. “Maggie,” he murmured between thrusts. “Let me take care of you. Let me get us there.”

“Yes. Anything you want.”

He gradually slowed, groaning when her channel clamped down, trying to keep his cock inside. He rested the tip just inside the opening to her sex. Despite his thundering heart and the urgency pounding at him, he found that Zen spot and began.

One, two, three, four shallows thrusts, where he only went halfway into her pussy. On the fifth thrust, his cock stayed buried deep. He stayed that way, not moving, for five beats.

Then one, two, three, four shallow thrusts. On the fifth count he pulled out completely. After five breaths, he slowly stroked the tip of his cock up the contour of her mound, stopping at her clit. Then he dragged the wide, blunt head down, separating her pussy lips with his pulsing flesh until he reached the opening to her body.

He began again.

Maggie went wild. Arching against him. Her fingernails digging into his shoulders. Gouging his ass as she fought for a grip on his sweat-coated skin. Her mouth nipping at his neck. Her tongue tracing the edges of the tattoos on his biceps.

Jon kept up the primal pattern until he started to lose count. He said, “Hang on,” and rolled upright, keeping their bodies connected as they faced each other. With his knees spread wide, he sat on his heels, holding onto her ass, raising and lowering her body to counter his upward thrusts.

“I’m gonna come again,” she wailed.

The almost violent ripples of her orgasm unleashed his.

Hot pulses jettisoned out of his cock with every squeeze of her pussy muscles around his shaft. His mind blanked even as his body erupted and he gasped for breath.

Teeth scraping against his neck brought him out of his sexual stupor.

“I take it back,” Maggie panted against his ear. “Everything I said about you not having rhythm.”

For a brief second when Maggie woke up, she forgot where she was.

Then soft kisses peppered her shoulder. A rough hand on her belly caressed her bare skin. “Mornin’, beautiful.”

The deep, heavy rasp of Jon’s voice was even sexier first thing in the morning. “Mmm. That it is.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“When you finally let me sleep.” She snuggled her naked body into the warmth of his.

“That didn’t sound like a complaint.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Good.” Jon’s hand slid up to cup her breast. “You want breakfast?”

The rhythmic stroking on her nipple had her arching into his touch and a moan slipped out.

His low-pitched growl drifted into her ear. “That purr is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, so maybe we oughta get out of bed now before we end up spending the whole damn day here.”

“I’d like that, except I have to be in Rapid City this afternoon for dance rehearsal.” She groaned. “Crap. And after a night like that, I completely forgot that my car is dead.”

Jon rolled her over to face him. “I’ll call up my mechanic buddy and send him over to look at it. He’ll probably need to tow it.”

“That’s fine. Tell him there’s a spare key in a rip in the upholstery underneath the passenger’s seat.”

“Handy. Now we won’t have to leave.” His lips glided over hers in a barely there kiss. “Eggs and toast all right?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Maggie pressed a kiss to his Adam’s apple. “Do you have an extra toothbrush?”

“Bottom right drawer in the guest bath.” Jon got up and stretched beside the bed.

Talk about a nice visual first thing in the morning. Perfectly round buns, slim hips widening into a muscular back, defined biceps, triceps and forearms—all wrapped up in that gorgeous tawny skin. Such a shame that he tugged on a pair of long athletic shorts and covered up before he headed to the master bathroom.

Maggie snatched the tank top off the floor on her way to the guest bath. Maybe she snooped while searching for toothpaste. She didn’t find anything that’d lead her to believe he regularly entertained overnight female guests.

Would it have made a difference if you’d found fruit-scented body wash?

No. But she’d be wary if she’d found tampons, makeup or a hair straightener. Those items suggested a permanent, recurring female presence.

After scrubbing her teeth, washing her face and attempting to de-snarl her hair, Maggie padded to the kitchen.

Jon’s wide smile made her weak-kneed. “To hell with cookin’. You look good enough to eat.”

“I believe you dined on me last night. Twice.”

“True. But it didn’t fill me up. Only increased my appetite for more.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair, angling her head back to plunder her mouth with a thorough kiss.

There was the belly-churning sensation she experienced every time he touched her.

“You’re too tempting,” he murmured and released her. “You want tomatoes and cheese in your scrambled eggs?”

“Sure. Do you want me to do anything?”

“Just look pretty at my breakfast table while I serve you.”

“How much honey did you pour in your coffee this morning, rock star?”

Jon laughed. “None. It’s all the gospel truth. Sit.”

Maggie sipped strong coffee and watched him multitask, cooking bacon, eggs and toast and slicing fruit. Then he slid a plate in front of her, heaping with food. “Do I look hungry?”

“We burned plenty of calories last night and you’ll burn even more dancing today so eat up.” He sat across from her with an equally mounded plate.

She shoveled in a bite and swallowed. “These eggs are amazing.”

“Thanks. I got to thinking… I’ll drive you to Rapid today since you won’t have a car. There’s stuff I need to do and I can hang around in town until you’re done rehearsing. Maybe I’ll convince you to have a late dinner with me and breakfast tomorrow morning.”

Maggie drained her coffee and got up for a refill, absentmindedly refilling Jon’s cup too.

He placed his hand on her wrist. “Did I say something wrong?”

“No. It’s just…” Her eyes searched his. “Why are you with me?”

“I like being with you. I want to get to know you outside the dance studio. And outside the bedroom.” His fingers skated up her arm in that seductive way that caused goose flesh to cover her arms. “Although you won’t hear me complaining if you wanna get better acquainted there too.”

She smooched his smirking mouth. “Fine. I’ll accept your gracious offer, but you’ve gotta do one thing for me.”

“Name it.”

“Come out with us tonight. I usually hang out with Seth, his partner Stanis, and Seth’s sister Sara after rehearsal.”

“Sounds like fun.” Jon left the kitchen to call the mechanic.

After Maggie finished loading the dishwasher, she turned to see Jon leaning against the wall. She still did a double take whenever she saw him. The man was stunning with his fiercely beautiful face and his badass posture. It seemed like a dream that she’d had her hands and mouth all over his incredible body last night; and that he’d had that sinful mouth and those talented hands all over her.