Page 53 of A First Sight

“It’s all right.” He kissed my forehead. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” He started to move away, but I grabbed the back of his neck, holding him in place.

“Do you have another box of condoms?”

He chuckled and rolled off me, and I heard a drawer opening and a familiar rustle. Then he was back, the mattress dipping under his weight. I could’ve felt vulnerable like this with him hovering over my naked body, but I felt safe and protected.

And wanted.

“Are you sure you’re not too sore?” he asked, his voice not low enough to hide the raw quality.

I slid a hand down his chest to his stomach and lower. He sucked in a breath as my fingers curled around his cock, and a shiver went through me. He felt hot and thick.

Damn. I was sore, but I wanted him inside me. Again.

“I’m sure.”

I stroked him from base to tip, and, suddenly, his mouth came down on mine, hard and fierce. I arched up against him, desperate to feel more of him. My nipples were hard points as they rubbed against the hairs on his chest, and I moaned. He swallowed the sound and pushed against me, his cock nudging between my legs.

“Yes,” I murmured, making more room for him between my legs. “Oh, yes.”

Our eyes locked. Although I couldn’t see much in the room's darkness, I could picture the dark blue-gray of Drake’s eyes, and I could feel the intensity with which he was looking at me. He eased inside me, his cock feeling almost bigger than the other day, and I closed my eyes, processing the vibrant sensations radiating through me. I still don’t have the words to describe what it felt like, having him fill me inch by inch until we were locked together, as close as two people could be.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels on the backs of his thighs, and moved beneath him. He rocked against me, and we fell into a rhythm, long, smooth strokes, friction, and pressure that made my body quiver and sing.

My orgasm hit me out of nowhere, and I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as I clung to him. Every muscle in my body tightened, and I heard him curse. A moment later, he pulsed deep inside me and breathed my name against my skin as he followed.

FORTY

DRAKE

“I knowit’s not my place, sir, but I have to wonder, do you know what ‘take some time off’ means?” Mel spoke from my doorway.

I tried to give him a stern look, but I couldn’t stop smiling. I hadn’t stopped since I woke up this morning with Maggie lying next to me.

I couldn’t get enough of her. It almost scared me how intense that need was. And it wasn’t because of any similarities to Belle. I didn’t see them anymore. It was only Maggie.

“Seriously, Mr. Mac Gilleain, we’ve prepared for you to be off as long as you need.”

“Thank you,” I said sincerely, “but I’m fine.”

And I was.

Five minutes later, I heard a knock at my door, accompanied by my name. Uncle Ben was smiling, but I knew he came to check on me.

“Mel and I are a little surprised to see you here. Again.”

I shrugged. “I’m trying to give Maggie space. I appreciate the flexibility, though. It’s good to know that if she needs me, I’ll be able to take off.”

“How is she?” The concern in his voice was genuine. Despite his misgivings about my involvement with Maggie, he wanted her to be okay.

“She’s doing well,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual. “Much better than most would be in her position. She’s a remarkable woman.”

Uncle Ben watched me for a moment, and I fought the urge to squirm under his gaze as if I was a child again. “She is, isn’t she?” he said.

“Did I tell you that her brother said he’d heard of you and Stellan? It was one reason he told Maggie he knew she’d be safe with me.”

“This isn’t the brother who created Shannon’s, is it? Because I might want an introduction.” A small smile played around my uncle’s lips.

“No, that one lives in California. I’m talking about Carson McCrae. He’s a fashion designer.”

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