Page 42 of Passion and Deception

She bit her lip, debating how honest she could be with him. “Yes,” she finally blurted out. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” She closed her eyes briefly, then continued. “Ramit, you’re…handsome and amazing and…” she let her eyes move over his shoulders and chest. “And every part of you stimulates my senses in ways that overwhelm me. You terrify me! But I will grow old. My body is different than what it was a year ago. It’s gone through a massive trauma.” She blinked back tears now. “What if you…don’t like what you see?”

He moved closer, pulling her onto his lap this time. “Maggie, there has been no one over the past year. Not a single woman caught my eye.” He kissed her softly. “If I can say that when you aren’t around to entice me, consider what that means for my feelings towards you when you are around to tempt me.”

She stared up at him. Finally, she said, “Is that true?” And she could feel her resistance melting. Maggie tried to revive her resistance, but Ramit…he was charming and handsome and…and she’d missed him so terribly over the past year!

He shifted her bottom, his hands gripping her hips. “Can’t you feel how much I want you, Maggie?”

The hardness pressing against her thigh was real and heady. “Yes!” she finally whispered.

“And are you in doubt about what that means?”

She might have laughed, but her mind was too focused on that part of him pressing against her leg. “No!” she breathed back, licking her lips.

Her eyes dropped to his mouth. “This is what happened last time. We…”

He stopped her with a kiss. It was soft at first. But when she didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, his hands tangling in her hair as he gently tugged her head towards his. “Maggie!” he groaned, kissing her again and again until her head spun. Maggie clung to him, shifting against him in an effort to feel more of him, to feel all of him!

The rush of desire was both familiar and terrifying. But also undeniable. She shifted on his lap, letting her hands move slowly over his arms and shoulders. With a moan, she relaxed against him, gasping when he, stood up, carrying her in his arms. Maggie wasn’t sure where they were going. All she knew was a heady, intense happiness now that she was back in his arms. Maybe she should protest, tell Ramit that she needed more time. But she didn’t. Only time would tell her if she was being a fool. For now, she’d trust him because there was nothing else she could do. Ramit was her husband now. And for some silly reason, that meant something to her.

He carried her into her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Without hesitation, he stripped her sundress off, his hands caressing her skin as he explored every part of her. “You’re beautiful, Maggie!” he hissed, then stood back and stripped off his clothes.

She reached for him, but he grabbed her hands. “No, it’s been too damn long since I’ve held you in my arms. I can’t take it this time.” He kissed her, absorbing her moan of frustration into his mouth.

His mouth moved to her neck, her breasts, kissing and teasing, making her cry out as her hips shifted against his. She tried to push him back against the mattress so she could take control, but he wouldn’t allow it.

Both of them were frantic with need now. Since he’d pinned her hands, she could only lift her head to kiss him, taste him with her mouth. But Ramit moved lower, teasing her nipples, then moving lower. And lower still! She gasped when his tongue teased those pink folds. She wanted to close her legs because the pleasure was so intense. But his broad shoulders were there, blocking her efforts.

“Don’t hide from me, Maggie!” he groaned, then released her hands so that he could spread her wide, pressing one hand down on her stomach as he laved and teased, sucked that nub into his mouth.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place as her hips lifted and rolled to give him better access. There were no thoughts of stretch marks or pregnancy weight now. Every part of her was focused on his mouth and that tongue doing delicious things to her body until…she cried out, arching her back as her first orgasm swept over her.

Ramit didn’t relent until she tried to pull away. And only then did he soothe her body, pulling back just enough to prolong pleasure.

When he lifted up and looked down at her, he realized that he didn’t have a condom. “We can’t…!”

“My purse!” she gasped, pointing to her leather purse that was still sitting on the bedside table.

“You have condoms?” he inquired.

She smiled up at him, still floating with the endorphins from her climax. “I never make the same mistake twice,” she admitted.

He chuckled and shoved off the bed. He pushed through the contents of her purse, coming up with a condom. “You’re smart,” he told her, then pulled her back into his arms. He lifted her against his chest, then handed the condom to her. “I remember the last time you were on top. It was hot!”

She smiled, then fumbled with the foil package. It took longer than she would have liked, and in the end, he had to take over, but eventually, the condom was on and he lifted her hips until she hovered over the tip of his erection.

“Are you sure, Maggie?” he asked.

She laughed, bracing her hands on his chest. “This isn’t the best time to ask that question.”

“I’ll stop if you aren’t completely sure,” he assured her.

In response, she gripped his wrists and pulled his hands away. Then slowly, gasping with every inch of him that she accepted into her body, lowered herself down onto his shaft. When he was fully embedded inside of her, she closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure of being fully connected to him again.

“It’s been too long,” she whispered.

He flipped her over onto her back and took control. “Too long,” he agreed, then surged into her. Over and over, he stroked her body from the inside, shifting his hips so that every stroke rubbed against that nub.

She shuddered when he sped up, gripping his shoulders as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into her body. It felt so good. “Don’t stop!” she gasped, moving her hands from his shoulders to his hair, tangling her finger in the dark, soft tresses.

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