She blinks, her soft mouth opens a fraction. “I’m not brave at all—”
“I want you to be comfortable.”
“Dammit. Roe, I’m not a Fabergé egg, if you want to kiss me just fucking kiss me.” Her clenched fists come out of the water to slam down, splashing us both. She wipes the drops off her face.
I’m too stunned to move. My dick is urging me forward yelling, “Go, go. GO! This is not a drill!” but my mind is taking a second more to process what she said.
In a whisper she adds, “I mean, if you—”
She won’t have to ask again.
She’s in my arms. If this is what she wants, what she asked for, then I will fucking oblige. No more chaste pecks on the lips. Her mouth is open. My tongue invades immediately. Seeking and feeling. She meets me and probes back. Her softness fills my arms. Her fingers dig in my shoulders, nails scraping. I moan and she responds in kind. Her stomach is soft against my hardness. Our wet bodies slip against each other. Our arms grasp. We can’t get enough traction. We can’t touch enough. We can’t kiss deep enough.
I can breathe at last. It’s not enough to be kissing her. It’s knowing that she wants this as much as I do. That I’m worthy of her desire.
But I’m not worthy. We can’t go on like this. Too fast. Feeling too much. It’s too much. Slow down. I push her back abruptly but not roughly. An arm’s length away.
“Fuck. Sorry,” I say. “We need to put our clothes on.” I’m out of the water before I can kiss her again. My bare ass is on full display.
She’s sitting in the same spot, gaze miles away. Her swollen lips are open and her eyes are wide. Her fingertips drift to touch her mouth.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she says.
I shake my head and laugh. Goddamn, why did I wait so long for that?
“I’m going to take an ice-cold shower.”
Her grin grows. “Be right there,” she says and I’m a thousand feet tall.
* * *
Maggie doesn’t joinme in the shower. Thank God. There was no strength left in me to be a gentleman. I shower. Ice cold. For a half hour. Until my lips are as blue as my balls.
I find Maggie curled up and sound asleep in my bed. She showered too, and the smell of my soaps on her skin threatens to regroup the ranks, but exhaustion sets in first. Almost as soon as my arm is around her I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When I open my eyes again Maggie’s smiling at me. The room is bright and I know before I check that I’ve slept more than… well since the last time I was with her.
“Hi,” she says and a fresh burst of mint greets me.
“Dirty cheater.” I pull the covers up to block my breath.
“I woke up just a little bit ago. I made coffee.”
“Is that why you’re so perky?”
“I’ve had a couple cups.” She pokes me.
She falls forward easily when I tug her on top of me. My nose nuzzles her neck until she laughs. I want to keep playing but nature calls. With a groan, I roll out of bed toward the bathroom. There’s no missing my morning wood but at this point, it’s all moot. Nothing she hasn’t seen.
When I come back, teeth brushed and lower half under control, Maggie has helped herself to a shirt and gym shorts. She looks amazing and I have to focus on the task at hand. Which is? Oh, coffee right.
“Coffee?” I ask, squinting at the midday sun.
“Follow me.”
At the kitchen bar, once I’ve had half a cup I say, “What time is it anyway?”
“Late, almost noon.”
