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He couldn’t breathe for the need to come.
“Move.” He was at the point of begging. “Get away from me, Maggie. God, do it now. I can’t do it.”
He loosened his grip on her hands, but he couldn’t pull free of her. Hell, where had his control gone? Where was his good sense? If he spilled inside her, she was going to get pregnant. He knew she would. Some instinctive knowledge tightened his gut, flared in his chest.
She didn’t move away from him, she moved closer. Her hips shifted as her fingers splayed against the wall.
“Baby…” He stared at the side of her face, her cheek was pressed into the wall, her eyes opening with drowsy, sensual pleasure. “I’ll come inside you, Maggie.”
Her breath caught. He saw it, saw the flush that mounted her cheeks, felt the further tightening of her pussy as her excitement mounted.
“I’ll give you my child, Maggie. My baby. Is that what you want?” He wanted it. Oh God, he wanted it so bad. His baby growing beneath Maggie’s heart, sheltered by the woman who owned his soul.
Her doubt didn’t matter. He loved her, and he was man enough to admit he had been a fool to ever believe Maggie would have aided Grant in any way. This was his woman. She had always been his woman.
He had dreamed of her for over two years. Dreamed of her back in his life, in his arms, her body growing heavy with his baby. God, he wanted that. Wanted to tie her to him in the most elemental way, in a bond that could never be broken.
“I love you, Maggie,” he whispered again as he lowered his lips to her cheek and a fierce involuntary motion of his hips had him thrusting against her again.
It was heaven. Ecstasy. The feel of her surrounding him, clasping him so tightly he could barely breathe for the pleasure.
“Joe…” Emotion thickened her voice as her fingers tightened around his. “God, please don’t hurt me again. Please, Joe…”
He saw the tear that tracked down her cheek, glimpsed the ragged fear and emotion that filled her eyes. And he knew the pain she feared, that he would let her go, that he would hide the need, the hunger, the desperation he felt for her again.
There was no hiding now. Not now, not ever. He was instinct, a male claiming his female, more animal than man, as he fought to hold to him the one person he knew he could no longer survive without.
“I’ll not let you go again, Maggie.” He was on autopilot and he knew it. Hated it. Only Maggie could do this to him, and that was why she had terrified him two and a half years before. This was why he had let her run when she had believed there was no hope for the emotion she needed from him.
“Oh God, Joe. I can’t live without you again.” She was moving against him, gripping him, writhing against him. “I’ve always loved you, Joe…”
Sanity disintegrated beneath her words. His head lowered, his lips covering the sensitive point between neck and shoulder as he began to move. Hard. Fast. Deep. He was fighting to breathe, feeling her tighten around him, hearing her cries in his ears, and finally feeling her dissolve around him.
Sweet and tight, the hot clasp of her cunt began to milk at his erection, long contractions of pleasure that had him slamming inside her, his back arching, his neck tipping back as he felt his semen pouring from him. Thick, hard jets of ecstasy spurted inside the flexing depths of her pussy as he cried out her name. He heard his own voice, guttural, unnaturally hoarse, as he tried to drive deeper inside her, to fill her womb, to tie her to him in the most fundamental, primal way possible.
She was his. Only his. And for Maggie’s sake, not to mention his own, he hoped she realized that.
chapter 8
maggie was stepping out of the shower hours later, her body pleasantly sore and aching, a delightful reminder of Joe’s loss of control and the feel of his semen spurting inside her.
As she dried, she rubbed the towel over her belly slowly, thoughtfully. She had a
lways wanted children, had dreamed of having Joe’s children. The knowledge that life could be growing inside her now sent an exciting shiver up her spine.
She had never allowed herself to hope, or to dream, that this could actually happen. But in the hours since that first shocking display of primal domination, Joe had done nothing to regain that control. No sooner than he had spent himself inside her, he had her back in the bed, moving over her, and claiming her again. And he hadn’t stopped until morning was well on its way and a hunger for food had driven them to the kitchen.
They had showered together, though Joe had finished quickly and rushed to leave the small shower stall, swearing that if he didn’t get away from her, he was going to kill both of them taking her.
Maggie smiled at the thought as she dressed, pulling a pair of silken panties up her sore thighs before easing into her bra, and then jeans and a T-shirt.
She had a feeling that anything requiring much exertion was going off her to-do list for the day. Which meant that the hike she had been thinking of talking Joe into was definitely out.
Sitting on the small stool in the corner of the bathroom, she pulled on her socks before rising and padding into the bedroom. She slid her feet into laceless sneakers before moving for the closed bedroom door and pulling it open.
Stepping through the doorway, she came to a stop as first Joe, then Craig, moved from the kitchen. Both men were carrying coffee cups and had their weapons hanging on their belts. Joe had been armed for the past week, she knew, but never so blatantly.
“Maggie.” He paused just inside the living room, his brown eyes watching her worriedly. “Come on in, honey. Get some coffee.”
