“Thank you for staying.”
Maggie’s body was on fire for him. Her breasts were swollen and painful, begging to be touched. Though he’d come close with his caresses several times, Michael always managed to redirect his hands at the last second. As he kissed her expertly, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he would take one of her breasts in his mouth, tease her with that wicked tongue of his, nip at the hardened points like he was doing to her neck.
The ache in her center was no less substantial. It was agonizing and electric at the same time, a rhythmic throb that extended down into her very wet, very slick sex. For the first time in her life, Maggie felt empty. And along with that came the instinctual knowledge that Michael could remedy that with that overly large, overly hard part of him currently pressing against her bottom.
Maggie shuddered at the low growl that rumbled through his body and into hers, her nerves becoming even more sensitized as she realized she longed to have him inside her. To cradle his perfect, narrow hips between her thighs and welcome him into her body. Judging by the size of his erection, he wanted her, too. Yet he made no move to progress beyond kissing. It was more than a little ironic, she thought vaguely. The first man she would have said yes to wasn’t asking.
“Are you cold?” he asked in that deep voice that resonated down through her very core when she shivered again.
“No,” she answered truthfully. Her body felt almost unbearably warm, and some parts literally felt like they were burning, but her voice trembled as if she was.
*
Michael inhaled slowly, deeply. This woman set him on fire from the inside out. He had to get a hold on his control before he flipped her over the sofa and pounded into her like his body wanted to. God help him, his dick was like cast iron, his balls tight and aching. She was so unbelievably soft, every lush feminine curve and swell begging for his attention. But as much as he wanted to be inside her body, he wanted to be inside her heart as well, and for a lot longer than one night.
Ian tried to explain to him once what it felt like when he first met Lexi. “It’s like how you feel when you’re on a mission for weeks and you finally return, when you come over the crest of the mountain and everything’s dark. Then suddenly you see a million twinkling lights in the valley, welcoming you, and you just know you’re home, where you belong, and at that moment, there is just nowhere on earth you’d rather be.”
Yeah, thought Michael, staring into the soft, loving eyes of the woman in his arms. It’s like that exactly. He’d never felt anything even remotely like this for a woman, and it was staggering. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her she’d called to something deep within him, awakening a need he hadn’t even realized he had. And he would not do anything to change that, even if it meant standing out in the frigid temperatures to cool himself off.
With great reluctance, he called upon his will while he still had some remaining. “I’ll put a few more logs on the fire.” With a few more lingering kisses – just so she understood how much he didn’t want to stop - Michael gently removed her from his lap.
She stared at him in the firelight, her eyes luminescent, her hair mussed – all his doing, of course. For just a moment she looked at him with so much hunger, so much possession, his heart skipped a beat. He imagined his eyes must look very much like that as well, if the need coursing through his body and pulsing in his groin was any indication.
“It’s very late,” he said, an odd, husky tone to his voice that hadn’t been there before. “You should rest.”
Maggie nodded, releasing him, her expression suddenly morphing into one of uncertainty before it evened out into something less readable. Surely she couldn’t believe he’d wanted to stop?
She wrapped her arms around herself. “It makes sense to camp out in here, I think,” she said. “There won’t be any heat upstairs. It’s what I usually do when the power goes out.”
The reds and golds of the flames reflected in the clear green of her eyes, creating stunningly beautiful shades of gold and brown. “Does that happen often?”