And it’s every bit as magical as I’d always hoped it would be.
In my frenzy to get closer, I dig my hands into his hair, hike my leg over his hip, and suck on his tongue.
A groan rumbles his chest as he thrusts his huge bulge against me. And when I say huge, I mean, holy crap, that thing might affect the Earth’s gravitational pull.
“Fuck, Maggie. This is crazy.”
I don’t know if that means he thinks this is a great idea or the worst, but he doesn’t stop kissing me, and that’s all that matters. His big hand finds my breast, and he gives it a squeeze. I shiver against him, overwhelmed by finally being the object of his attention.
In the low light streaming through the large window on the opposite side of the room, I can make out the bed.
Sliding out, I fling off my bra before I flop back on the crisp sheets. Thankfully, I remembered to remove the Band-Aids from my boobs before I snuck down to the pool area. “Come here and warm me up. It’s so cold, my nipples are going to pop off.”
“We can’t have that. I’ll warm you up.” But he doesn’t budge, just stands over me and stares.
I do a little staring myself. Michael might’ve been injured, but he’s obviously working out whatever he’s allowed to because he’s ripped. Big, broad shoulders. A beautifully sculpted chest. Rock-hard abs. Thick thighs.
Let’s not forget that other thick part of him I’m dying to explore.
“You’ve come a long way since band camp,” I tease as I flip my hair back.
He smirks. “I could say the same about you.”
“You didn’t know I was alive back then.”
As he moves over me, he tilts his head. “I wouldn’t say that.” He starts to lower himself, but winces.
“Your knee?”
“Pinches a little.”
I push him back with my palm. He immediately flops onto his back, so I crawl over him and sit on his stomach. “Does it still hurt?”
His eyes are lasered on my tits that peek out from behind my curtain of damp hair. “I… what?”
Laughter spills from me. “You’re a boob man, huh?” I grab mine in my hands and squeeze my nipples.
“Jesus, Maggie. You’ve already exceeded all my dreams about you. Not sure how much more I can handle.”
I watch him for a moment. Is he pulling my leg? “You had dreams? About me?”
“So many. A ridiculous number of dreams.” His hands graze my thighs, and I shimmy back until that giant bulge rests beneath me.
“Dirty ones?” I ask as I grind down on him.
He smirks and thrusts up. “The kind that left me with damp sheets in the morning.”
Shock and delight spear through me. I try to play it cool, but I doubt I’m fooling anyone. “Starting… in college?”
He looks down, glances up at me, and shakes his head. “Before that. Way before that.”
I frown, wondering how I missed his interest. I was in love with this big idiot for years before I decided to move on with Luke. Luke, whom he sabotaged.
Definitely going to need to investigate that at some point, but not when I have this blue-eyed Adonis almost naked beneath me for the first time. I remind myself of the nice things he’s done for me this year. That’s enough for me to table the Luke discussion.
All of a sudden, I want to know what tonight will mean. If we’ll be more than just a crazy hookup at his sister’s wedding.
But if one night is all he wants, would that change anything?
