Seducing Steve by Maggie Wells Page B

her stomach, pulling her other arm from under her body and pinning it to the bed. Nudging her legs apart with his knees, he lay on top of her, grinding her into the mattress.
    Sara moaned when his stiff shaft split the cheeks of her ass. His teeth scraped her shoulder, and her hips rose to meet each stroke. “Mine,” he whispered into her ear, the word barely more than a sigh.
    Then, the delicious pressure was gone. She grunted as he pushed onto his knees, pressing his weight into her wrists. Her body responded to him instantly, flooding with desire. The flowing juices of fresh arousal mixed with the remnants of the previous night’s lovemaking. Digging her knees into the mattress, she raised her hips and swayed her ass enticingly.
    Steve didn’t hesitate. Within seconds his thick cock was in her, filling her pussy until she thought she’d burst.
    He rode her hard, plunging into her wet pussy with long, deliberate strokes, taking his own pleasure in her body without apology. His balls slapped against her, each powerful thrust teasing her swollen lips.
    “Say it,” he panted, his voice rough and ragged. She moaned in return, and he thrust harder. “Damn it, Sara, say it… Say my name.”
    “Steve,” she croaked.
    “Louder.”
    “Steve!”
    He pulsed inside of her. His body stretched taut as a bow string as his name reverberated off the walls. He came hard and hot, collapsing on top of her and not making the slightest pretense of seeing to her pleasure. For some strange reason his uncharacteristic disregard aroused her.
    His chest heaved against her back, and his heart pounded like a jackhammer. At last, the tiny, soft kisses came. They rained down, pattering against her shoulder and neck. He tenderly brushed her hair away from her face. He whispered her name and Sara closed her eyes, basking in the warmth of his body pressed against hers. The echo of his sigh wrapped tightly around her. She reveled in the sound of their mingled breaths rasping in the still room.
    She felt him sigh again, this time silently. In a low, gruff voice he said, “I won’t call you today. I can’t see you until Saturday.”
    “Why?” The plaintive note in her voice made her cringe.
    “Because I can’t. I haven’t done a lick of work this week. I have a presentation to a new client next Monday, and I haven’t done a damn thing to prepare. I have meetings scheduled almost every day.” When she didn’t respond, he brushed her shoulder with a kiss. “I haven’t slept in my own bed in over a week.”
    Sara swallowed hard. “I get it. You need some space,” she said, hating the tremor in her voice.
    Steve laughed and pressed his forehead to her shoulder. “Darlin’ if you knew how little space I wanted, you’d run screaming. I just have to stop thinking about you, just for a little while.”
    “That doesn’t sound good.”
    “It sounds horrible, but I don’t know how else to explain it.”
    With a reluctant grunt, he pulled away from her and rolled onto his back, flinging one arm up over his head. Cautiously, she turned to look at him.
    The burgeoning light of day filled the room and she found herself mesmerized by the tuft of cinnamon-colored hair that sprang up under his arm. He stared straight up at the ceiling, his eyes open wide. She loved watching the gears meshing in his head, and the way she could see the whole process play out on his face.
    At last, he blinked and waved his hand vaguely in her direction. “I didn’t, uh...”
    “That’s okay.”
    Steve smirked and turned to look at her. “I did it on purpose.”
    “Oh?”
    Rolling to face her, he propped his head on his hand. His fingertips drew lazy patterns over her bare back. “I won’t call you or see you, but I want you to think about me.”
    “So you withhold?” she asked, her tone challenging.
    He reached for her limp hand and carefully trailed his finger around hers, dipping into the space between each one and gently stroking the delicate skin at