“Yeah, I do. And for more than just this.” He put a hand over hers to stop her from jerking him off. “But part of what we have is this, and there’s nothing wrong with desiring the partner you”—love—“care for.” His heart raced. He’d nearly said it. Way too soon, way too much. So he did what came naturally to them and lifted his hand. “Make me happy, baby.”
She watched his face while she touched him, and he found it the most erotic thing. Her eyes looked so intense, the dark brown nearly black.
He watched her watching him and spread his legs wider to give her better access. “I love when you touch me.”
“Me too.” She moved her hand faster, working him with enthusiasm, her breathing rushed. “I feel good when you feel good.”
“Yeah.” He moaned, pumping in time with her hand. “Every time with you makes a memory. I’ll never look at your bed, your couch, or your bathroom the same way again.” A few seconds later, he moaned her name and floated in a sea of pleasure. “Or my car. You’ve ruined me forever driving in here without getting uncomfortable.” He drew her close for a kiss. “Trust me, Maggie. Let’s not make problems where there aren’t any. I can emphatically tell you that sex is not a problem I think we’ll ever share.”
***
Maggie lay in Reggie’s arms in his bed, enjoying his warmth in the cool night. Their closeness continued to grow. And her feelings for him only deepened. But to her shock, so did her fear of what was blossoming between them.
She had to stop trying to ruin what they had. Maggie loved him. As simple as that. Though only knowing him for a short time, she knew what she felt.
But Reggie had some baggage. His insistence that he pay for things earlier had been…interesting.For all that he’d admitted he and his ex-girlfriend had problems, perhaps he’d been a bigger part of them than Maggie had assumed. He’d said Amy was a taker, but Reggie seemed to be adamant, at least with Maggie, about being a giver.
While she enjoyed that he wanted to please her, she was an independent woman. Stephen paid child support. She had a job. Emily would always be cared for. What more did Maggie need?
Love with the right man.
She badly wanted to be as open with Reggie about her emotional desires as she’d been about her physical ones. But they needed more time to get to know each other. And she needed to see how he handled not always being in control.
Today it had taken him a while to realize she meant what she said. He’d given in, less than graciously, but he’d still capitulated. And he’d handled their argument with a maturity she appreciated. He’d been able to laugh it off, proud they’d made it through their first fight.
She smiled and turned toward him, feeling a surge of affection when he sighed her name and drew her closer. Pressed to his chest, she smelled nothing but Reggie and a hint of his soap. He smelled divine. A real man who knew and liked her for herself. She still couldn’t believe she’d asked him if she was overly sexual.
Maggie blushed. Stephen and she hadn’t been on the same page when it came to sex. Oh, he liked it well enough. But they usually did it one of two ways, never laughing so much or with such intensity. She’d had orgasms. Stephen had loved getting a blow job. But the cuddling afterward, the talking, the shared intimacy of body and soul, just hadn’t been there.
Maggie wondered if Reggie felt that between them. Because even though they were physically intimate, as close as two people could be, she also felt emotionally in sync with him. But maybe that was because she’d never been able to consider sex as merely physical. Maggie didn’t do one-night stands. Her sexual engagements had always been with a partner she’d been seeing for at least a few weeks and with whom she shared a measure of trust.
Reggie… He was an anomaly. A one-of-a-kind man she’d fallen for. Hard.
But he had to know she didn’tneedhim, but that shewantedhim. A vast difference.
And more, he had to allow himself to care for Emily too, not keeping a wall between Maggie and the rest of what made her the woman she was today. Emily had given Maggie patience, a sense of responsibility, and a capacity to truly love.
Reggie knew how to be responsible. But could he handle helping to parent the child of another man? Especially after giving his heart once before and getting burned in the doing?
Only time would tell.
When she woke the next morning, Reggie was behind her, his head in the crook of her neck, his arm around her middle, drawing circles on her belly.
“Hey, sleepyhead. You awake?” he asked, his voice deep, husky. Sexy.
“Mm. I must be dreaming. There’s a big man in my bed hugging me.”
“An amazing dream I’m sharing, because there’s a curvy kitten in my arms, and she’s begging for my cock.”
“Oh?”
He gave her ass a firm nudge.
“Oh.” She smiled, resting her head on his arm.
She heard him chuckle then felt his hand slide up toward her breasts. He cupped her, toying with her nipple.
“Put your leg over mine. That’s it.” He shifted, moving behind her until she reached down and put his cock between her legs. “Better, but not there yet.”
