“Oh.”She stumbled over the word.Words failed her.Really, truly.“You are… You look… Oh.”
“Oh?”He grinned.
Now he was nakedandgrinning.She hopped up, her heart beating its way out of her chest, and removed her skirt.“Yes,oh.”She could barely get the words out.
“Yeah.”He nodded, giving her a long head-to-toe look.“Damn, Maggie Cooper.”He tore open the box and headed for her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and fell back onto the bed with him.His kisses were urgent now, his grip firmer, ratcheting up her anticipation until she rolled over on top of him.She grabbed the box he’d put on the bed beside them and pulled out one of the foil wrappers.She held it out to him, her breath labored and unsteady, and she sat, straddling his thighs, while he slid the condom in place.It might have taken ten seconds but it was ten seconds too long for her.Just as she was about to climb on top of him, he flipped them over again.
He settled between her legs, then paused.“Maggie.”Her name was a broken moan.
As she looked into his beautiful blue eyes, he slid deep inside her.It was her turn to moan.She was consumed by him.His touch, his kiss, his smile.The flare of his nostrils.His hand hooking her leg around his hip.She held on, eager to meet each thrust.He felt so good she never wanted this to end.
He was relentless, pushing her closer and closer to theedge of release until she couldn’t take it anymore.Her climax slammed into her, her own cry startling her—but giving him permission to let go.Watching this big, strong man come apart was one of the hottest, most empowering experiences of her life.His gaze held hers—even as his entire body went rigid.She loved the raw, near-anguished groan his orgasm pulled from him.And when he slumped forward, propping himself up on his elbows over her, she smoothed the sweat-slicked hair back from his head.
He grinned.
You should be proud of yourself.But she couldn’t bring herself to say as much so she giggled.
“You good?”he asked, still breathless.
“I am so much more than good.”She was a little breathless herself.
He kissed her, a soft, sweet kiss.“Me, too.”He rolled to his side, pulling her against him.“I need five minutes.”
She rested her chin on his chest.“Five minutes?”
“To recharge.”
She laughed, rolling onto her back.“Let me set my alarm.”She turned her head so she could see him.
He faced her, still grinning.“I’m not going to waste our time together.”
She ran her fingers along the side of his face.“You can take more than five minutes, Braden.We have all night.”
He leaned into her touch.
“I’ll set my alarm for seven and a half minutes,” she murmured.
He started laughing then so, of course, she was laughing, too.All of this was such an unexpected delight.She’d suspected they’d have good sex—if they ever had sex.Good didn’t come close to describing it.Her body was still pleasantly humming.But it wasn’t just the sex.It was this.Therewas a real intimacy in lying, naked, and laughing together.She liked it.A whole lot.Braden, too.
No.Like didn’t come close to describing how she felt about him.Not anymore.It was scary fast but real—her heart was certain of it.She swallowed.
Too bad she’d learned her heart wasn’t always the best guide.
“What are you thinking?”He was studying her closely.
She scrambled to come up with an answer that wouldn’t send him running for the door.“What do you think I’m thinking?”
He nodded.“I know exactly what you’re thinking.”He slid off the bed.“Close your eyes for a sec.”
She closed her eyes.“I’m pretty sure it hasn’t been seven and a half minutes yet.”
His chuckle sent a shudder down her spine.“Close.But not yet.”The bed shifted beside her.“Open them.”
She did.
“You need sugar.”He held out a bag of cherry sours.“A pick-me-up snack.”
