They groaned simultaneously. Her breasts exposed by her unlaced shirt, Maggie writhed on the table before him. Braden dipped his head to take her lips with his own as he thrusted himself even deeper into her.
Maggie wrapped her arms around his neck and met him stroke for stroke. They rode each other hard and fast with a need built from years of longing.
Braden had waited his entire lifetime for a woman who could see him as something more than just a pretty face, or a rich pocket. In Maggie’s eyes, he was a man. A human being with feelings and needs the same as hers.
And in that moment, he realized the most terrifying thing of all. He did love her.
Completely, fully and without reservation.
Only she had ever claimed his wayward heart. And he trembled from the fear and wonder filling him as he filled her. Saints preserve him, he was truly lost now.
Maggie arched herself against him, then froze and quivered in his arms as her release came.
Braden quickened his strokes, then quickly found his own piece of heaven as he released himself deep inside her.
Maggie lay on the table, her body still throbbing with pleasure. With Braden still trapped between her legs, she sat up and claimed his lips.
His kiss was deep and passionate, and to her amazement, she felt him start to harden all over again.
“I’m not through with you,” he murmured against her throat. “Say you’ll stay with me tonight.”
“I’ll stay with you.”
Braden withdrew from her then, and picked her up in his arms. He carried her to the stairs and up to his room.
He closed the door with the heel of his foot and didn’t let her go until he reached the bed.
Tenderly, he lay her back against the furs and stripped her clothes from her body.
Maggie rose up on her knees as she quickly divested him of his own shirt, plaid and boots. She could only see him by the light of the fire, but it was enough to let her revel in the hunger he had for her.
She smiled. “You are so handsome,” she said, running her hand over his bare, muscular chest. He shivered beneath her touch.
“And you, little blossom, you are so very beautiful.”
She scoffed at his words. “What a liar you are.”
He shook his head as he laid her back against the mattress. Mesmerized, Maggie watched the way the fire played across his tawny skin as he dipped his head to suckle her breasts. Again the inferno started deep inside her as her body craved his touch.
He skimmed her hips and waist with his hands as he ran his tongue slowly, carefully over her right nipple.
Maggie’s head swam.
“Like that, do you?” he asked.
“Aye,” she breathed.
Her feelings of love and devotion washed over her as he moved his hand down to the center of her body and toyed with the sensitive flesh between her legs.
“And that?”
She couldn’t speak, all she could do was writhe to his touch, seeking those wonderful fingers that delved into her body over and over again.
Braden laughed, then dipped his head down and replaced his fingers with his mouth.
Maggie reached down and buried her hands in his hair as he tortured her with pure bliss.
He cupped her bottom in his hands and lifted her hips to where he could gain greater access to her. Maggie obliged by pressing her feet against the mattress and lifting herself up to his questing, delving tongue.
