She laughed. “Oh, thank God.”
He tore open the condom package he’d thrown on the pillow and made quick work of sheathing himself.
And then he hovered above her. The face she’d yearned to see for so long, positioned exactly where she’d fantasized it would be.
But this was no fantasy.
This was a chance to end things better than they had the first time.
* * *
MAGGIE WAS GAZING into his eyes, and damn if she wasn’t chewing her bottom lip!
At this point, sixteen years ago, he would’ve ignored the nuance. His rocket would have been fueled, loaded and ready for blastoff.
He lowered his mouth to hers, catching her bottom lip when her teeth freed it from their grip, then proceeded to nibble and suck on it himself. He felt her position shift slightly, readying for his entry. Then he watched her eyes widen in surprise when he shifted, too...away from the expected.
His lips caressed her neck before traveling to her breasts, devouring each one in turn. Then he continued down the middle of her stomach, across her navel, to the juncture of her thighs. Then lower.
Her gasps of pleasure as she raised her hips to meet him were almost his undoing, but he breathed through the initial panic and retained his control.
Lower he went, his tongue gliding along the inside of her thigh. He paused at her knee, lifting her leg just enough to flick his tongue across the crease at the back. Her pleasurable groan encouraged him to continue. She reached for him but could only graze the top of his head with her fingertips as he moved lower still.
He changed his course slightly, moving to the outside of her calf, skimming his tongue along the indentation of the muscle from the knee to the ankle. He covered her entire foot with kisses, sucked her high arch and each of her toes, before switching to the other foot and repeating the entire process on the other leg.
By the time he returned to the intimate V between her legs, she was panting, clutching the sheets tightly in her fists and thrusting toward him with a body language message he couldn’t ignore.
His own body was sending messages of its own, his erection so rigid now the condom might not be able to withstand the pressure much longer.
He eased his tip into her slowly, but she was having none of that. She rose on her elbows and shifted her body in his direction, enveloping him completely in her tightness. Her legs gripped him, pulling him deeper as she danced beneath him, making small circles with her hips as she thrust. She set an excruciatingly appealing rhythm that tore him between wanting to finish and wanting this to go on all night. Fast. Slow. Harder, softer. To the edge and back, over and over.
The feel of Mags and the taste of her on his lips. Their eyes locked. The musky scent of their mingled heat. The bed pounded the wall, percussion backup to their gasps, moans, grunts and pants. The heightened sensory experience was sending Jeff into space—a vacuum where there was no gravity and no time.
Only him and Mags.
Her hands flew over her head to grasp the spindles of the headboard, and he felt her back drawing into an arch as she cried out.
He let go then as his body exploded and imploded at the same time. He wasn’t aware he’d shouted until recognition hit that it was his voice ringing in his ears. Mags still held her head and neck in a stiff arch, and he could feel her muscles clenching him in their spasms. He pushed tighter against her, wringing every drip of pleasure for her he could.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her breathy panting coming in spurts from her sensuous open mouth.
Nothing was more beautiful than a woman enjoying multiple orgasms.
Correction—nothing was more beautiful than Mags enjoying multiple orgasms. He’d never been with another woman who’d had them.
He watched the tension leave her body, mesmerized by the sight. Slowly, her head and neck relaxed, her mouth closed and her eyes fluttered open as if she’d been in a trance. He saw her eyes draw into focus and the languid, sexy smile form on her lips. “Mmm.” Her eyes closed and opened in a dreamy blink.
Jeff relaxed, too, lowering himself to the bed, on his side but still snuggled against her. He pinned her right arm under him where it had slid onto the pillow and propped his head on his hand so he still had a good view of Mags’s face. He traced her features with the tip of his finger. “God, you were good.” He kissed the end of her nose, then her mouth.
Her smile widened, but her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she groaned. “Four years was too long to go without that.”
Jeff shifted to let her move her arm, then slid down to rest his head on the pillow, drawing her against him.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then let his cheek rest on the spot.
“Sixteen years was too long to go without that,” he whispered.
* * *
JEFF’S WORDS CROUCHED in the front of Maggie’s mind, ready to pounce as soon as she came fully awake.
Of course, she’d heard him when he spoke them, and her heart palpitated, trying to conjure a reaction. But her body was so mellow after the amazing release she couldn’t get worked up about it. Sleep came quickly, hard and deep—mimicking what she’d experienced with him.
But morning broke through the parted drapes, bringing her to full consciousness, and her heart twisted in her chest as soon as she opened her eyes.
What did he mean, sixteen years was too long to wait?
Surely, he wasn’t having second thoughts about the divorce.
Oh, good Lord, what had she done?
The two of them still lay as they had fallen asleep. Sometime during the night, she’d turned more toward him, and now his dark chest hair tickled her nose. His free arm draped across her, hand resting at the small of her back.
Mmm—it all felt so good.
Too good.
Memories of what Jeff had done—and what she’d done in return—swirled through her emotions, mixing them into a strange morning brew.
She moved to sit up, but the arm that rested across her tightened.
“Where you going?” He pulled her tighter against him and she became aware of the erection pressing on the upper thigh that she had wedged between his.
She glanced at her watch. “It’s almost nine. Time to get up.”
“I’m already up.”
She heard the grin in his voice. “So I noticed. You always were a morning person.” She wiggled her leg only the slightest but felt his immediate response. His grunt of approval made her grin, too.
“And you were always an anytime person.” He nuzzled his nose into her hair, his warm breath warming her all over.
He was right. She had always been ready for him—anytime, anyplace. Things had been different with Zeke. Once, sometimes twice a week. She’d accepted the decline in her libido as part of the normal aging process. That theory didn’t seem to hold up, though, as she was already feeling vibes from simply waking in her ex’s arms.
“Do you have anything pressing today?” He humped her leg playfully, emphasizing his word choice.
She chuckled at his movements, but then sobered. “Only the long drive home.” She sighed. “And starting the process of getting used to being alone in the house for longer than two months.”
His hand caressed her rear, fingers dipping low enough to elicit a guttural sound from her. “See there. Nothing that can’t be put off for a little