Forbidden by Vanessa Devereaux Page A

benefit? Had she been a tease at the club earlier that night? The way she’d pushed her ass into his groin, gyrated to the music with him? Probably .
    Jon topped up her wine glass.
    “That’s enough. I don’t want to get tipsy.”
    “What happens if you do?” he asked.
    “You don’t want to find out, believe me.”
    “Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.” He put his glass down on the table and then grabbed hers, splashing some of the wine onto her skirt.
    His mouth was on hers before she could say a word.
    Jon’s tongue explored her lower lip, then the upper one before making its way inside her mouth to play with her tongue. Maggie opened her mouth to him, letting her tongue bump into his. Shit, the guy even knew how to give a woman a kiss that sent electricity throughout her whole lower body.
    His hand went under her T-shirt. It rested on her belly for a few seconds before travelling up her body to find the left nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and index finger causing it to peak instantly. She liked it, liked it a lot. A man hadn’t paid her body this sort of attention in a long time and it felt good. Maybe that was what made it so wrong.
    “You have the biggest and prettiest tits I’ve ever played with,” he whispered in her ear.
    His mouth moved to her neck. Jon ran his tongue along her jawline as he took her whole breast in his hand and squeezed. Her pussy responded, pulling and pulsating. And she was beginning to get wet. So it hadn’t been peri-menopause like the doctor had told her. She’d just had a lousy partner the last time she’d had sex.
    Jon playfully nipped at her neck while he played with her breasts, pulling on her nipples and taking the weight of her breasts in his hands.
    If she didn’t stop this now it was going to be too late.
    “Jon, I don’t think this is really a good idea.”
    He stopped kissing her neck and looked her in the eye, but didn’t remove his hand from her breast. He rolled her nipple as he spoke. “I told you, we’re consenting adults.”
    “I know, but I’ve known you since you were a little boy. I bathed you, read you bedtime stories.”
    “That was years ago. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a big boy now. In fact, I want to show you just how big. I want you, and I know you want me too.”
    She couldn’t deny that. And yes, she’d heard stories about cougars, women who fucked young guys with no strings attached. She was on vacation to boot so this would just be a very short fling. But then again, this wasn’t just any young guy. He was Julie’s son. How would she feel if she had a son and Julie had sex with him? Pissed as hell most likely. However, Maggie had needs…
    “Okay, but how about we just fool around, you know, touchy feely kinda stuff but no intercourse?”
    “Is that what I’m going to have to settle for?”
    Maggie nodded.
    “Okay, let’s get you out of the T-shirt so I can touchy feely and also see those breasts again.” He lifted it over her head and threw it over the back of the couch.
    He ran both his hands over her breasts, barely coming in contact with her nipples but all the same, they hardened within seconds. Maggie tipped her head back, allowing Jon to take her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it as she ran her hands through his hair.
      She felt like a real woman again. He playfully nipped at her breast while flicking the other nipple. They couldn’t get any harder. She was sure of it.
    Next he kissed her belly while easing his hand under her skirt. He inched it up her thigh, causing her pussy to feel like it had its own heartbeat. He pushed her panties aside, letting his fingers get lost in her pubic hair. His finger eventually came to rest on her clit. The last guy she’d had sex with hadn’t even known where to find it.
    He tapped on it with his thumb, looking up at her while he did so.
    She bit her lip as he rubbed it back and forth. Maggie was lucky that orgasms had always come easy for her.