“I’ve known you all of two months and just got out of a relationship and I asked you to put a baby in me,” she said, blushing. “That’skind ofcrazy.”
“It’s not,” I said. I leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, thumb grazing her cheekbone, and I stayed close to look into her eyes. “Some things—you just know it’s right. I knowyou’reright. Known it since the minute you walked into my bar, maybe since Nell told me she felt safe with you.”
She looked at me for a long moment, something moving across her face.
“When are you talking about?” she said quietly. “With Nell?”
“First day of school,” I said. “She turned around in the doorway and saidI’m okay, Dadand meant it. Two years of nightmares and she meant it after one morning with you.” I paused. “I was done.”
Maggie’s eyes went bright.
“You’re going to make me cry again,” she said.
“You cry a lot lately,” I observed.
“I’m emotional,” she said, slightly defensive.
“I know.” I pressed another kiss to her forehead. “I like it.”
She laughed, soft and tired, and turned into me, her cheek against my chest. I pulled the blanket up over both of us and she made a small satisfied sound that I was going to be thinking about for a long time.
Her hand reached out and grabbed my arm. “Nash, wait,” she said. “Nellie—does she need to come home?”
Come home. Fuck, she had no idea the impact she had on me.
“Not tonight,” I said. “She’s sleeping over at her aunt’s place.”
She nodded. “Okay…okay.”
Only then did she relax.
After she knew our girl was safe.
And fuck…that was why I loved her.
I just needed to figure out how to say it.
FIFTEEN
maggie
I was stillin Nash’s bed when the sun came up on Saturday morning…still naked. I took a deep breath and inhaled his aftershave, and I’d never felt more at home…more at peace.
My hand wandered down his chest…down, lower to his waist, to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around him, finding him hard.
I hooked one leg over him and somehow managed to pull myself up to straddle him, and I found his eyes open.
“Good morning,” he grinned.
I bit my lip, lined him up with me…sank down.
We both moaned.
“Morning,” I finally said.
I rode him in the morning light, my hands splayed across his chest, his breath coming in short, pleasured groans. There was no pretense now, no dirty talk—just us, nothing stopping us from feeling each other. He moved his hands to my hips, his eyes closing.
He was so gorgeous. Perfect. I didn’t care that we weren’t quite the same age, he was just…
