Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I blow out a breath as we walk up the drive to my clinic. I unlock the door for her, then relock it before we head up the side to the entrance to my apartment. I try not to look at her ass as we climb the stairs, but that would be like asking a bookworm not to buy books at the bookshop next door.
When we enter my apartment, Kip goes absolutely batshit since Maggie is in his home. He jumps into her arms, and she coos and loves on him as I set the food on the side table, along with the loaf of bread. I shake out my hands as I watch her fuss over my dog, until I can’t take it anymore.
Once I make sure the door is locked, I say, “Kip, go to your bed.”
He listens, running to his spot in the middle of the living room, which makes Maggie look up at me with a pout.
“Hey—”
“No,” I say as I step into her personal space. “Because my lips want yours, and I can’t wait another second.”
And then I reach for her, bringing her into my arms and cupping her jaw before I tilt it up for my mouth. She doesn’t even look surprised—no, not Maggie Welch. My girl looks eager right before her eyes fall shut and our lips meet.
Yeah, it’s fucking heaven.
She tastes like something sweet, maybe strawberries, and I want more. I press into the small of her back, bringing her in closer as I run my tongue along the seam of her lips. She moans into my mouth as she opens for me, and I’m a fucking goner. I stroke her tongue with mine, basking in the feel of her as heat gathers at the base of my spine.
Unable to breathe, I pull back, both of us gasping. “I don’t want to stop,” I admit, brushing my thumb along her jaw as I turn us, backing her into the front door.
Her back hits it, and she gasps before meeting my gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. “Then don’t.”
I shake my head. “No, if I don’t stop, this will go too far.”
“Let it,” she says against my lips. “I want you, Dermot.”
I groan against her lips, pressing my hips into hers. “Can you feel what you do to me?”
She moans so prettily, I almost come at the sound. “Please.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as she captures my mouth once more. It’s all tongue and teeth, desperate, and I can’t fucking stop. I want to consume her. I never want to eat or drink again, just live off her essence. Fuck me, she is life.
I slide my hand up over her shoulders, threading my fingers through the loose strands at the base of her neck. I grip them tightly, angling her head so I can run my tongue over the roof of her mouth and then along the bottom lip that I swear she nibbles on to torment me. She lets out the sexiest of whimpers, and I groan as I pull away to speak against her lips. “You taste so fucking good. I want to taste all of you.”
“How about you get on your knees for me and taste the mess you made between my legs like the good boy I know you are?”
I think I just came in my pants.
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Maggie
There is something about Dermot Aldridge in slacks and a white jacket that gets me going.
But Dermot Aldridge in Carhartt brown overalls, on his knees for me…? Well, that’s a sight that can induce an orgasm without a single touch.
Dermot’s dark eyes are wicked as he licks my bottom lip once more, and then he reaches up to pull off his dark-brown knit hat. He throws it to the floor as I lean into the door, my chest heaving while he lowers to his knees. I lick my lips when he looks up at me like I’m the goddess at his altar.
“God, you’re so hot,” I sigh dreamily as I take him in. His eyes are smoldering, his lips swollen from our hot-ass kissing, and his dark hair is all over the place. I reach out, pushing a strand out of his eyes, and his lips curve ever so slightly.
Without a word and without taking his eyes from mine, he tips his chin up at me. “Take off your shirt.”
I’ve never taken my shirt off so quickly in my life. My breasts rise and fall in my bra as his eyes eat up every single inch of my exposed skin. He mutters a curse before he reaches up, running a finger along the swell of one breast, to the valley between, then over the other. I watch as his breath speeds up, and I feel like I’m coming out of my skin from the reverence in his eyes. He pulls my bra down, my breasts popping out of the top, and I hiss a breath at the drag of the fabric against my hard nipples.