Page 3 of Can We Try?

I stare at her big blue eyes, trying to find a chink in her armor, that she doesn’t really mean what she’s saying, but all I find is desire and absolute honesty, which appears laced with the pain of what that asshole did to her and how he made her feel.

“Lachlan?”

I don’t say a word as I stand and offer her my hand. She grins widely, placing her palm in mine before she leads me to my room. I chose the sole basement bedroom because I didn’t want to have to hear my buddies making babies or practicing with their wives all night long. It turns out that was a smart move on my part, because I meant what I said. If I get to have it, it’s going to be all night long.

I try not to notice how perfect her delicate hand feels in mine as I turn off all the lights and turn off the gas fireplace as we head toward my room in the basement. With each step that carries us closer, my heart rate kicks up. The anticipation is as thick as the chemistry that’s flowing between us.

I didn’t see this night turning out with me buried between Maggie’s thighs, but I’m also not one to kick a gift horse in the mouth. Maggie knows what this is; hell, she basically laid out the terms, and as she said, I don’t know if it’s because I had my hands on her or the fact that our friends are upstairs doing this very thing. Hell, maybe it’s the forbidden aspect. Our lives are tangled together; so much so, that I should tell her that I’ve changed my mind, but that’s not going to happen. I’ve always been one to trust my gut, and my gut is telling me that this night with Maggie will be one I’ll forever remember, and when she tells me it won’t be weird, I believe her.

Pushing through my bedroom door, I flip on the light—a lamp that gives off a soft glow—and lead her into the room. I close the door softly and engage the lock. Dropping her hand, I grip her hips and turn her so that her back is against the door. I push her up against it and stare down into her bright blue eyes.

“You sure about this, Maggie?” I don’t want to give her an out, but what kind of asshole would I be if I didn’t?

“Shut up and kiss me.”

I grin. “Yes, ma’am.” Sliding my hand behind her neck and beneath her long blonde hair, I guide her lips to mine. I mean for the kiss to be slow, to ease us both into this, but when Maggie buries her hands in my hair and tugs, all bets are off. I kiss her harder, nipping at her bottom lip, and she opens for me, allowing my tongue to explore her mouth, to get a thorough first taste of her.

She tugs again, and my cock throbs in response. “Hold on.” My words are the only warning she gets before I bend, grip the backs of her thighs, and lift her into my arms. My lips mold with hers as I blindly carry her to the bed. As soon as my knees hit the mattress, I toss her gently on the bed. Her laughter rings out in the quiet room, and it sounds like music to my ears.

I pause, just staring at the beauty laid out before me. Have I ever said a woman’s laugh sounded like music? Damn, the guys and their mushy shit they have for their wives are in my head. There’s been far too much coupled-up love since we’ve been here. That has to be what that thought was about. Shaking out of my head, I focus back on Maggie.

“I’m going to need you naked, Mags.”

“Race you?” she says, scrambling to her knees.

I stand back and watch as she rips her sweatshirt over her head and tosses it behind her before reaching around her back and unclasping her bra. That too gets tossed, and my eyes zero in on her tits. Damn, they look like the perfect handful, and those dark pink nipples of hers have my mouth watering for a taste. I lean in to do just that, but her hand to my chest and more laughter stops me.

“I’m going to need you naked, Lach.” She smirks, tossing my words back at me.

“That’s right; this was supposed to be a race,” I muse as I pull my sweatshirt over my head and drop it to the floor. My hands slip beneath the waistband of my sweats, and I tug them over my thighs.

“No underwear?” she asks.

I shrug. “We were in for the night.” I nod to her bottom half. “Looks like I won.” I wag my eyebrows.

Maggie just grins and moves to sit on her butt, leaning back on her elbows. She lifts her hips. “I think I need your help.”

I shake my head, because I’m once again grinning. Have I ever had this much fun during sex? I try to think back to a time, and the answer is a resounding no. Maybe it’s because we know each other so well or because we know we’re both on the same page. I’m not worried about Maggie trying to convince me she’s the one for me. This is pleasure between two consenting adults.

Leaning over her, I press a kiss to her lips, ignoring her tits that are begging for my mouth. Grabbing on to the waistband of her leggings, I tug those, as well as her panties, down at the same time. She lifts her hips, allowing me to pull them over her ass and down her thighs. I yank until they’re off and on the floor with the rest of our clothing.

Maggie turns and crawls up the bed, giving me the perfect view of her round ass and her pussy that’s already glistening for me. My hand goes to my cock, and I squeeze before stroking myself a few times while her eyes track my movements.

“Want some help with that?” she asks, licking her lips.

“Not yet,” I tell her. “If you touch me now, this is going to end before it starts.”

“What? The great Lachlan Noble is a two-minute man?” she teases. There’s a happy glint in her eyes.

“It’s been a while for me too, and you’re a fucking knockout, Maggie. A man can only resist so much.”

“How long?” She tilts her head to the side, her blonde hair splaying over my pillow. She looks like a goddess.

“Over a year.”

“What?” She rises, resting her weight on her elbows. “Really?”

I nod. “I’m picky.”

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