“What’s that?”
“You’ll see,” he said with a grin. Another path from the clearing took them to a grassy knoll overlooking a huge river. Across the way, Maggie could almost make out more trees, and possibly a highway.
“Oh, wow.”
Luke released her arm and let her look at the powerful river rushing past. “The Schuylkill River is a bit muddy right now with the snowmelt. But it’s still nice to watch.”
She turned to look at him and pushed some hair back behind her ear that the breeze had blown forward. “This is great.”
He pulled a blanket out from the basket and laid it down, setting the basket on top. Maggie kneeled on the blanket with him as he pulled out sandwiches, fruit, and bottles of water.
She leaned against him as they ate, watching the river roll past.
“My Dad brought me here. He used to tell me that life was like the river.”
“How so?” Maggie took another bite of her turkey on wheat.
“It’s always moving.” Luke pointed at a spot in the distance. “The water that makes up the river today won’t be the same as tomorrow, or the next day. It’s not the same river from the 1800s that carried logs to Philadelphia.” He lowered his hand and looked at her. “Life is always changing. We’re always growing, adapting, learning. Even when we think we’re stuck.”
Maggie watched the sunlight dancing along the surface of the water as it moved. “I like that.” She wasn’t the same person that had married Sean, or the one that had sought love from a mother that wasn’t prepared to fight for her. She’d grown, adapted, literally moved from one place to another just like the water in the river. Smiling as she polished off her sandwich, she popped the lid off the container of grapes Luke had packed.
“May I?” He plucked one from the stem and held it up to her lips.
Thank goodness there was no one around to see her cheeks turn red. She parted her lips, and he slid the grape inside, letting her roll the firm fruit around her tongue before biting into the juicy flesh. Then he fed her another. She locked her gaze on his, and saw the heat flare in his eyes as she sucked his finger in with it, swirling her tongue around the tip.
“Maggie…” he groaned. He cupped the back of her head and drew her close. She had just enough time to chew and swallow the bite before his lips were on hers.
Food forgotten, he dominated her mouth and overwhelmed her tongue as he tasted her. Grasping his shoulders, Maggie plastered her body to his, the firm muscles against her soft curves pulling a moan from her throat. He answered her in kind, then left her lips and trailed kisses to her ear, along her jaw, and down her throat, all the while chanting her name.
“Maggie, Maggie, Maggie…”
She fell to her back on the blanket, pulling him down on top of her. His kisses became more desperate, pulling her shirt to the side to suck at her collarbone. His name was a whimper on her lips as she dug her hands into his thick dark hair.
“Luke… please.”
“Please what, sweetheart?” He paused and held himself above her, panting. His lips were red and swollen. “What do you need?”
God, what did she need? Her brain wasn’t firing on all thrusters and she wasn’t sure what to tell him.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
She nodded frantically. God, she hadn’t been touched with care in solong. Sean hadn’t cared about her pleasure since he showed his true colors.
“Where?”
In answer, Maggie pulled her t-shirt up over her breasts, then unhooked her front closure bra and let them spill out into the sunlight. Luke stared, and stared. Then he drew his handsaround them, like he’d been given something precious. Gently, he thumbed her nipples.
It wasn’t enough. “More.” She arched her back and pressed her chest towards him.
He glanced back at her face as though checking in once more, and she knew she was safe with him. Then he fell on her breasts like a starving man, kissing them everywhere while his hands squeezed. His bodyweight on her pelvis added delicious pressure right on her clit.
When he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked, while rolling the other under his thumb, she moaned and ground her jean-clad pussy against his stomach.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need.” He switched his attentions to the other breast and rolled her wet nipple under the other thumb.
She was nothing more than a ball of writhing, aching need. And she needed to come, damn it. Needed it more than oxygen. Pushing him down, she thrust her hips up at him.
“Are you sure?”
