Seducing Steve by Maggie Wells Page A

pulled back and peered up at him. “You did too, right?”
    Pleasure pulsed through him. She’d thought about him, fantasized about them. “Yeah,” he croaked. “Yeah, I did.” He cleared the lump from his throat and met her steady gaze. “The stuff you write, is that what you fantasize about?”
    A sly smile tipped her lips. She shook her head and jabbed a finger into his chest. “I asked first.”
    He grimaced. Words were her weapon, not his. It shouldn’t have surprised him how fast she could turn the tables again. Cornered, he fell back on an old stand-by. “I prefer to let my actions speak.”
    Sara grinned. “I love it when you get all stuffy and southern.”
    “I’m just sayin’...”
    “Oh, I’ve heard what you’ve said,” she teased. “I may have a filthy mind, but you have a filthy mouth, Mr. Larson.” Heat flooded his cheeks, and Sara cupped one in her palm. “It makes me crazy when you talk dirty to me.”
    “Crazy, huh?”
    “Certifiably insane,” she confirmed. “I know what it costs you, and I find it incredibly sexy,” she said in a low, sultry voice. “I love that I’m the one pushing your buttons. You let yourself go with me.”
    His fingertips trailed to the curve of her ass. Cupping the soft globes in both hands, he hauled her up to his chest. “What else makes you crazy?”
    Sara gave him an enigmatic smile. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
    He snorted. “How do I know when I’ve gone too far?”
    “I’ll tell you.”
    He nodded, lifting his head from the jumbled pillows to place a sweet, lingering kiss to her lips. “I have to go to sleep. One of us has to get up and go to work in the morning.”
    “I work,” she scoffed, affronted.
    “In your pajamas.”
    She gave his chest a playful swat. “I do not!”
    “I’ll just picture you sitting at the computer naked, then.” He nudged her onto her side so he could curl himself around her.
    Her snort was anything but lady-like. “I don’t write naked, either.”
    “Now, Miss Sara, why would you go and spoil a guy’s fantasies like that?” he whispered into her ear. “That’s just plain wrong.”
    Her drowsy chuckle made him smile. The scent of her shampoo tickled his nose. Her muscles grew lax, and he sighed, trying to focus on the contentment of the moment rather than the nagging fear that coiled in his belly like a snake.
    What if I’m not enough? What if I can’t give her what she wants?
    He closed his eyes, fighting to tamp down on the nagging worry taking chunks out of him in huge bites. He sighed then breathed deep, hoping the scent of her would calm him.

Chapter Ten

    She awoke to his alarm. Sara hated that annoying Nokia tune even more than she hated black olives. His hand slapped the nightstand, and she heard him groping blindly in his quest to silence the pesky intruder. He rolled back to her, and she drew one leg up, scooting further away from him with a groan of protest. Steve chuckled—low, soft, and blatantly sexy.
    Soft lips moved across her bare shoulder, tender and searching. His hand slid over her hip, caressing the curve of her stomach, finally coming to rest just under her breast. Sara gave another half-hearted groan, but she couldn’t resist pushing back, moving against the hard length of his cock.
    He brushed her hair from her shoulder, and it fell over her face like a veil. She reached to brush it away, but he abandoned her breast, grasping her wrist, pressing it into the mattress, holding her there.
    More of his weight fell on her. Her groans turned into moans as his mouth brushed the nape of her neck, teasing her skin with his moist breath and kisses that were not quite kisses. She could feel his abs contracting against her back. The muscles of his arm rippled when he pinned hers to the bed, but all she could see were the shadows of the pre-dawn light through the shroud of her hair.
    His cock slid against her ass, each stroke growing more urgent. He pushed her onto