Page 55 of Worth the Fight

She nods again, staring. I keep stroking myself, letting my palm run over the tip, and I already feel the precum leaking. I could probably get off with just her watching me, fully clothed, not saying a word.

This is what she meant, to feel that again. This feeling of two people who are so entangled within one another. There was a time when I swear she could read my mind, and vice versa. She knew every thought I had before I realized I had it. We could be together without having to say anything, because our bodies could read the other.

“Prop the phone down lower on the bed, baby, I want to see you.”

She cocks a brow at that, and then the image rattles. I can tell she’s adjusting something at the foot of the bed, and then she props the phone up just in time for me to get a full view of her ass. Her round cheeks are peeking out from tiny sleep shorts as she crawls back toward the head of the bed.

“Magnolia,” I rasp, gripping myself harder. “Fuck, woman. Look at you.”

She lies back down on the bed, adjusting the pillows so she’s comfortable, and then a coy smile spreads across her face as she stares at my naked body. “Good Lord, Lukas Hart, you are…”

The spray of the hot water beats down on me, and I turn to face it, showing her a view of my back.

“And that ass,” she teases. “Who knew this version of you was the hottest?”

“Nah, I was in way better shape back in my ball playing days or brand new in the military. I’ve gained a little weight since then.” During baseball, I was young with a sky-high metabolism and a six pack to boast about. In the military, my anxiety was too high to eat. We were constantly on the go, adrenaline pumping through my veins, surviving off cigarettes and energy drinks. I couldn’t have put on weight even if I tried. I used to be pure muscle, thin, but now, I’ve been eating most dinners at the main house, and my mom is a hell of a cook. I still get my fair share of exercise while working on the ranch and the house, but I’m thicker now. Still have the same muscle, and the six pack might still be there, but it’s hidden now.

Magnolia shakes her head. “Nope.” She points to the camera, swirling her pointer finger around. “This. This is the hottest. Muscles for days but you’re thicker now. Maybe that’s just how it will be with us. Each version of you at that moment is my favorite.”

My chest swells at that, and I look at her, trailing my eyes down her body, to the tank top that’s still covering her tits. “Take off your shirt, Mags.”

Her breath hitches, and she does as I ask, slowly sitting up to reach for the hem of her tank. Once it’s up and over her head, leaving her in just a pair of tiny boy shorts, she goes to lie back down, but I stop her. “Take it all off, Mags. I want to see you.”

With her eyes locked on mine, she tucks her thumb in the band of her shorts, shimmying them down her legs, daintily closing her knees as she pulls them off, then tosses them to the side.

She’s naked for me, lying on her bed like a fucking vision, and my cock practically whimpers.

“God, Mags. Fuck. Look at you.”

She runs a hand up her stomach, sliding it between her breasts before smoothing her hair back over her shoulder. “You seem to like what you see, Lukas,” she breathes, and I moan, a hand coming to grip my dick, pumping once.

“I’ve always loved looking at you, baby. You know that.”

Her hand slides down between her legs, not quite touching herself, but I can tell by the way she’s squirming that she’s already turned on.

“And you like when I look at you,” I add, and she smiles, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Always.”

“So, show me.” I jut my chin toward the camera. “Spread those legs and show me what I’ve been missing.”

She does as I ask, slowly dropping one bent knee to the bed, leaving the other propped up, but it opens her up for me, and a wave of dizziness hits. “Goddamn, woman.”

“You like what you see?” she teases as her fingers start to swirl over her slit.

“I fucking love what I see. And I can’t wait to see it in person.”

“What would you do to me, Lukas? What do you want to do to me first?”

My mind races with all the ways I want to touch her, to taste her, all the positions I want to fuck her in, but one thought comes to my mind first, and I’m not afraid to say it. “I just want to hold you, Mags. To kiss you over and over and lie next to you. I want to hold you all night long and sleep with my face buried in your hair.” I shrug. “I’d be fucking happy with just that.”

Her hand pauses its motion for a second, and her head tilts to the side. “I want that, too. I miss that.”

We stare at each other, both of us gently toying with ourselves.

“But if I have a cowboy like you in my bed, I think I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you.” She uses her fingers to spread her lips, the tip of one swirling around her clit. “I bet you’d put me on my knees. You used to always love to fuck my face.”

“Naw,” I groan. “I’d start with your nipples. I’d lick you, taste you, bite you. I’ll bet I could have you dripping down your thighs without even really touching you.”