her body. The bottom of it falls just above her thighs, and she’s kicking her legs in the air, making me instantly regret my decision to take a shower. But I need one badly after nearly twenty-four hours in the hospital. So I leave her to her reading material and walk across the hall to the bathroom.
I wait for the water to heat and then step under it, feeling more of the weight from my trip lift away. Today was a heavy day, one I came into alone, not knowing what to expect after my father’s heart attack. The fact that I got to have some relatively normal moments with him, and with Maggie too, makes it all somehow worth it. I feel like I got a glimpse of my real father today, the one who loses himself to his disease far too often. And to see his smile again, all because of Maggie, brings to light a new feeling in me, one that has been building ever since the day Maggie Stevens stepped foot in my kitchen.
I’m rinsing the soap from my eyes when I feel small hands roam up my back and around to my chest before sliding down my abs.
“I thought you could use some company in here.”
I can feel the upward curve of her lips on my back right before she places a kiss between the blades of my shoulders. “That was a damn good thought.” I’m fully aware of the growl in my tone. The fact that Maggie surprised me in the shower only turns me on that much more.
My heart takes off at a gallop as she reaches lower, grips my cock, and strokes me slowly to full mast. She’s like a mind reader tonight, giving me everything I need without a selfish bone in her body. She gives and gives until she’s sliding to her knees in front of me. She takes me in her mouth and straight down her throat.
I gasp and fall forward, my hand slamming against the wall to fully brace myself. “Maggie,” I groan when I’m getting close. But my plea only has her gripping my ass harder and pulling me deeper down her throat. “Holy shit.” I gasp my words and look down to watch her yank me out of her mouth just in time for my hot juices to hit her neck and slide down her heaving chest while her wide caramel eyes watch my reaction. My entire body explodes in what feels like a second orgasm at the sight of her. She’s so fucking hot.
I tug her up to me and devour her lips, sucking them and nibbling them while shutting off the water behind her. Then I’m lifting her so she can wrap her legs around my waist while I carry her out of the shower and into my bedroom. I lay her on the bed while I tower over her, figuring out what I want to do to her first. She’s dripping wet, her hair soaking my pillow. Her lips are glistening red and puffy from my kiss. After a few deep breaths, I lower myself above her and stare deeply into her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
She smiles softly. “Where else would I be?”
I swallow, her words drifting over me in a warm embrace. “You could be anywhere, Mags. But you chose to be here. Why?”
Her brows bend together, and her smile fades a bit. “Do you really need to hear me say it?”
I bite the inside of my lip, my pulse racing through my body. Then I nod.
“Because I love you, Desmond Blake.” Her cheeks push up into a smile again. “Almost as much as I hate you.”
I chuckle and bury my smile in her neck before kissing it. My heart is rattling around the walls of my ribs, and I feel like it might just explode. “Well, that’s a relief.” I pull back to look into her eyes. “Because I love you too. Almost as much as I hate you.” I touch her nose with mine, playfully, to tell her I’m joking.
She presses her hips up to where my erection has already come back to life. “You must hate me a lot right now.”
I thrust my hips against her and enter in one swift stroke. “You have no idea.”
Almost as soon as I’m inside her, my eyes go wide. I’m totally bare, and while we’ve talked about the fact that she’s on birth control and we’re both clean, we’ve