“And if I had turned you away?”
“I wouldn’t have let you,” she whispered, then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head to hers for another long, deep and satisfying kiss.
Braden didn’t disappoint her as he plundered her mouth like a Viking of old. She sighed in contentment, and ran her hands down his lean, hard back.
He was the man of her dreams and she was going to enjoy this.
His muscles danced and flexed beneath her palms as his chest rubbed against hers. Exciting her, teasing her. Pleasing her.
Oh, but the man felt good. He tasted even better.
Her hero. Her love.
How she wished she could keep him like this forever. Lost in this moment where there were only the two of them. No past, no future. Nothing to separate them.
It was perfect.
He left her lips and trailed a scorching kiss to her neck where he suckled and teased her flesh with his tongue and teeth. Maggie arched her back, writhing in pleasure as his hands skimmed over her body. Down her freckled arms, over her waist to where he cupped her hips in his hands.
As he moved toward her breasts, she stopped him.
He looked up with a frown.
“This is my fantasy,” Maggie said with a sheepish smile.
Then, Maggie rolled him onto his back and straddled his waist.
She took a moment to savor the feel of his hard, taut muscles caressing the sensitive place between her legs. It felt so strange the way those muscles contracted as he breathed. Instinctively, she pressed herself against him eliciting a quiver of expectation through her body and a deep growl from Braden.
All the feelings she had buried, surfaced then and she gave herself over to her dreams and fantasies. To all the times in her life when she had imagined him at her mercy.
And for the moment, he was all hers. She felt strangely empowered and invigorated. He might leave her come the morning, but he would never forget her.
Never.
Braden stared up in awe of her as he felt the hairs at the juncture of her thighs gently tease his belly.
“And just what does this fantasy of yours include?” he asked as he watched her watch him.
Her smile grew wider. She dipped her head toward his and instead of giving him the kiss he expected, she lowered her mouth on to his throat.
Braden hissed in pleasure at the heat of her mouth as she seared him. Her tongue darted over the stubble of his neck, teasing and tormenting him with wave after wave of ecstasy.
It was so strange. He couldn’t count the women who had done that to him in the past, and yet none of them had ever made him feel this odd sense of rightness. This sense of wholeness.
And what terrified him most was the fact he couldn’t push her away. He needed this in a way that defied explanation.
She leaned forward to where her breasts were flattened against his chest and he shook all over.
“Maggie,” he breathed raggedly, running his hands over the smooth, satiny skin of her back.
Then she moved her mouth lower.
Slowly, thoroughly, she covered his chest and arms with her scorching kisses. Her breasts pounded against him, flaying his chest with pleasure as her hands explored every inch of his skin.
Braden couldn’t remember a woman ever being so bold with him. One who seemed to get her own pleasure from giving it to him. It was incredible.
And in that moment, he realized just how much his little blossom meant to him.
