Maggie could hardly formulate any coherent thoughts, let alone express what exactly she wanted him to do. Bossy thing, she was always wanting to control the situation! Of course, she wasn't going to get her way this time but it didn't seem to matter because consequently what he did was exactly what she was going to demand anyway.
She tilted her chin back, the crown of her head aching as she was roughly pushed against a wall. That didn't bother her when there was a dull throb in her lower abdomen working it's way through her bones. A throb that had her thighs spreading as he lifted her and her hips rolling the second she was deposited on the bed.
Maggie arched up against him, one hand curling against his jaw and the other dipping low between them to work at his slacks. Her outfit was the easy one, the skirt lifted up and the top of the dress was strapless which allowed it to be pulled off with no real problem. She broke their kiss for a second to focus better on unzipping and unbuttoning, a soft French curse falling off her lips.