My lips brushed across her ear and nipped at the sensitive skin below it before whispering, “I’m not going anywhere, Mags. I promise you.”
Her hands cupped my face as she stared into my eyes. I was drowning in those deep pools of green. “I know you’re not. I wouldn’t let you if you tried.”
Following her words was a mess of clothing frantically, but carefully, removed. I didn’t need a quick fuck. I didn’t need that high I chased when I was with women back then. I didn’t need a cure for my anxiety. I needed to prove to Maggie how in this I really was. I needed to make love to her in the language only we knew.
Once she was bare against me, stripped of her leggings, I gave myself a moment to study her. Pregnancy glow was real, but Maggie had always had a glowing presence. Her skin glittered with perspiration where her chest heaved, breathless for us. The pulse point in her neck jumped while her lips parted with each escaping breath. I could barely withhold from showing the pure gratitude and contentment I felt while looking at her, so I hid my face in her neck, pressing my lips against the soft skin and inhaling. Maggie’s fingers, first tangled in my hair, moved downward to brush across my biceps and gripped while I nipped her neck harder. God, she was fucking perfect. I couldn’t stand it.
Her hands traveled south, brushing across my abs and lower stomach, and it dropped. While it had only been a few days of distance between us, it felt far too long to be apart from each other in that way. I decided then that I would never let us go without resolving anything. I wouldn’t let anything hurt us. This family was my entire life. My contribution to the world. Supporting Maggie and raising the baby I knew would already be a perfect carbon-copy of her. This was it.
“Maggie,” I growled and pulled her wrists away from my stomach. Almost instantly, she placed them over my heart.
“It’s still beating so fast.” She spoke softly.
“It’s not from that.” It was from the way she was looking at me, talking to me, holding me. It was from everything going through my head about her. Our future together.
“Promise?”
“Always.”
Her arms wrapped around my neck again, and she pulled my face to hers, not touching my lips, just hovering. Our breath landed on each other’s lips and cheeks. Softly tickling skin. I wanted to brand her in every way I could. Show her no one else could do what I could for her. “Jack,” she breathed, “just take me.”
At her words, I couldn’t hold back. My body felt so weak, resisting being selfish and taking her for myself while wanting to care for her at the same time. I reached between her legs to find her already dripping for me.
“You’re soaked,” I exhaled.
Keep it together.
I couldn’t.
Not when Maggie did what she did next.
Her hand reached between us to grope my rock-hard cock and slid it through her slick heat, sending fucking needles down my spine. Sex with Maggie was sublime every time, but we had barely gotten into anything, and I felt the familiar surge of pleasure arising all too soon. I groaned and let my head fall into her neck.
My resistance failed me as my hips thrust into her without warning.Icouldn’t have even known it was coming.
“Oh, myGod,” Maggie groaned like she couldn’t believe how it felt either. Her nails pressed sharply against my neck, and she tightened around me. She wassotight. I wanted nothing more than to haul her against me and give her my all in the next three seconds. But Maggie didn’t deserve that. She deserved to be taken care of, not used as a toy for my own benefit.
“J-ack.” Her voice caught on a whimper. “I’m not going to last.”
Preaching to the choir, baby.
I wouldn’t either, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t take care of her first. And second.
I slowed my thrusts to a deliciously torturous pace, guiding her hips up and down. The frantic look in Maggie’s eyes told me she was as impatient as I was.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “It’s never been like this.”
She threw her head back with a moan. “I know.”
My hands gripped her harder, lifting her so she met my every movement, hitting that spot inside her I knew would make her fall apart.
“Oh God, Jack, I–” A crack of thunder came and went. I groaned and clutched her skin.
She became tighter by the second, testing my control, prickling my back, bruising behind my hips. I guided her up and slammed her back onto my cock. Showing her my love for her and fucking her into oblivion all at once.
“Come on, baby. You’re doing so well for me. Talk to me.”
“Faster,” she choked on her breath. “Please.”
