Page 94 of The Locksmith's Promise

He wagged his eyebrows and kissed the top of my foot. “Pink today.”

I giggled and teased as he hopped back and forth getting rid of his own, and then he stretched that long, hard body over mine and laughter was the farthest thing from my mind.

Holding himself over me on his hands, he settled his lean hips into the apex of my thighs and ground his hard cock into my heat.

All those glorious chest muscles spread out above me were far too sweet a playground to ignore. I ran my hands over his pecs and tweaked his nipples, glowing with satisfaction as his eyes went dark.

“You like that, hm?”

“I like everything with you, Maggie,” he answered roughly, rolling his hips.

I tilted my pelvis, sliding my wet heat along his length.

“Maggie,” he groaned roughly as he pulled back and rolled on a condom. “This first time is going to be fast.”

Cupping his big hand around the nape of my neck, he pressed his forehead against mine and spread my thighs wide with his knees.

Sliding his erection over my core, he found my entrance and pressed forward until his pelvis rested against mine.

“Maggie,” he whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as he held himself inside me. “My Maggie.”

A great sigh rose up from inside me and released as I ran my greedy hands over the contours of his strong arms.

I tilted my hips, took him deeper, and reveled in the feathering of the muscle in his jaw, the deep frown marring his forehead as he struggled to hang on.

This is where I belonged, right here, in this man’s arms.

Ten years ago? That wasn’t our time.

This was.

I tipped my chin up, silently asking for his kiss.

His grip on my neck tightened. Tilting his head, he took my mouth, slowly at first and then desperately as he lost the fight to remain still.

Rolling his hips, he dragged his pleasure back and forth over my sensitive walls, pressing deep, retreating, hitting every sweet spot hidden deep inside me as I clutched his shoulders.

My body began to quake.

His voice guttural, he picked up his pace and exclaimed, “Thank fuck.”

Chanting my name, voice shaking, he swelled inside me, pushing me over the edge into a bliss so deep and far and wide I lost my soul to it.

Following fast on my heels with a deep groan of satisfaction, he tucked his face into my neck and pressed his open mouth to my throat.

“Maggie.”

My name.

His lips.

His hand on my neck softening as he curled his body around me protectively.

“I love you, baby.”

Wrapping my arms tight around his strong back, I melted into the mattress beneath his heavy weight.

He forgave me so easily.

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