Page 85 of A First Sight

“Perfect timing.” Maggie’s voice came from the kitchen. “I’m finishing up the gravy. Why don’t you change into something more comfortable and join me?”

When I did just that, I found her filling a gravy boat I never knew I had. Her back was to me, and I didn’t say anything right away, letting myself enjoy the sight of her, clearly comfortable in my home. She wore a soft pink oversized zippered hoodie and matching sweatpants.

“That smells amazing,” I said as I walked up behind her. Unable to help myself, I slid my arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for cooking.”

“It’s my pleasure,” she said, leaning into my embrace. “Growing up, one story I heard about my biological mother was that she used to make pot roast with baked potatoes and gravy for Sunday dinners. I decided I wanted to do that. It took me a couple of tries to get it right, but Da said it was just like hers.”

The wistful note in her voice made me tighten my hold on her. I knew what it was like to lose a mother.,

“It’s been a long time since I made it.” She didn’t expound on the statement, but I knew what she meant.

“I’ll set the table.” I gave her another squeeze and another kiss, this one on her temple.

The meal was superb, and the wine made the perfect complement to it. While I enjoyed dressing up for an evening at a fine restaurant, there was something to be said for home cooked food. No servers interrupting, no other diners’ conversations buzzing around.

And nothing to keep me from interrupting our clean-up to give her a thorough and lingering kiss.

“I feel like I should thank you for that,” she said breathlessly when I pulled back.

“Really?” I teased, raising an eyebrow. “Any ideas of how you might do that?”

She took a step backward, fiddling with the zipper on her hoodie. “I do.”

Slowly, she unzipped the jacket and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were pushed up in the sheerest of lace, a lovely shade of turquoise that made her eyes practically glow. Then she stepped out of her sweatpants and had panties to match. Ribbons at the sides begged to be untied, to reveal that soft, sensitive skin beneath. Taunting and enticing, the entire ensemble was designed to seduce. While I found her beautiful in casual clothes, the sight of her like this made my heart nearly stop.

“Let’s leave the rest of that for the morning.” She held out a hand. “Take me to bed?”

She didn’t have to ask me twice.

SIXTY-TWO

MAGGIE

I wishedI could offer Drake something wild and sexually adventurous, something that would make tonight extra special and memorable. Handcuffs or blindfolds. Anything to show him I was willing to try new things. But I wasn’t there yet. When I went to him in his bedroom Sunday night, that was as adventurous as I thought I could go, at least for now.

The way he was looking at me, though, his gaze devouring every inch of me, made me think he didn’t care about wild or kinky. When he saw my cute bra and panties, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Where have you been hiding this?” he asked as he ran his finger along the edge of the bra.

“Nowhere.” I smiled at him, suddenly feeling shy. “I went shopping during lunch.”

His eyes widened in pleased surprise. “You bought this for tonight?”

“I bought it for you,” I admitted.

He moved closer, the heat in his eyes making my insides squirm. He was bigger than me, with a strength I knew could hurt, but I didn’t feel even a hint of fear. Only anticipation.

“Just forme?” he hooked his finger under the strap of my bra.

“Do you like it?”

Drake caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting my head back to make it easier to brush his lips across mine. His voice was a low rumble. “It’s lovely, and you’re beautiful.”

I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He moaned, his hands going to my waist. The heat from his palms seared my skin, filling my body with warmth. I slid my free hand under his shirt, fingers playing across the hard planes of his stomach. He cursed, pulling his mouth away from mine.

“I think you said something about me taking you to bed.”

“I did.”

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