Sadie had been young young when Amy died—and it had been hard on her. But now, she seemed to have found a best friend in Nell, who was a year older and sweet enough to heal all wounds. The two of them together were a force of nature, which was good for both of them; Reid needed his kids to have somewhere to be, Nell needed more people in her orbit.
Maggie understood all of this without being told. Just another reason I loved her.
She was still looking at the wall, head tilted, moving her hand in slow circles on her stomach. She’d started doing it unconsciously a few weeks ago, and it made me want to touch her too—so I moved behind her to wrap my arms around her, Maggie immediately melting into my embrace and leaning her head back against me with a satisfied sigh.
“You have…noideahow sexy you are,” I breathed in her ear, smiling against her skin. “Walking around this house like it doesn’t drive me crazy not to be inside you every damn hour of the day.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “Just wait until Winter Break—then I’ll be here all the time and you’ll just have to deal with it.”
“Deal with it,” I repeated. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I’ll be doing.”
I turned her around.
She looked up at me with those blue eyes and I put both hands on her face and kissed her the way I’d been wanting to since she appeared in that doorway in her pink socks. She opened to me right away, like she always did, tilting her head so my tongue could tangle with hers.
When I pulled back, she was already flushed, giving me bedroom eyes.
“Nash,” she breathed against my mouth. “Nell’s downstairs…”
“I know,” I said. “Which means she’s not here in this room. Right now.”
“But—”
“Gerald’s taking care of her,” I laughed, my hand sliding down to cup her ass. Maggie moaned softly, pressing against me. Fuck, I was already getting hard. “My woman needs to be fucked. Tell me I’m wrong.”
She bit her lip. “No can do.”
“Thought so.” I walked backward to the door…pulling her with me, shutting it so quiet that Nell wouldn’t hear, then I locked the door.
“I’m worried about—” Maggie started.
“I’ve got the playroom monitor on my phone,” I said. “It’s in my back pocket. I know you worry.”
She looked at me for a second—deciding whether to argue or let herself have this—and then she reached up and pulled my mouth back down to hers.
Decision made.
I got my hands under her sweater, feeling the warmth of her skin, the curve of her belly, then her heavy breasts. She’d stayed sensitive; it was one of my favorite ways to play with her, to tease her, to suck on those gorgeous nipples until she was begging me to fuck her. I got on my knees and shoved her sweater up, finding her completely bare underneath, and immediately wrapped my mouth around one peaked breast.
She clutched my head to her chest.
“Nash—”
I flicked the other nipple with my thumb and forefinger, holding her close with my right arm. “Fuck, Maggie…teaching me more about myself every day. Learning you…learning how fucking turned on I am by this pregnant body? Good lord…”
She moaned loud, then clapped a hand over her mouth and moaned into her palm instead. I laughed. “Damn right—you stay quiet so we don’t have to stop, okay?”
“I can’t stay quiet when you do that.”
“Try harder,” I said against her breast. “I’m not stopping.”
I worked my way between them slowly, taking my time, one hand still at her waist and the other sliding between her legs, under the waist of her leggings. I felt her fingers tighten in my hair.
“Nash—”
“Shh…” I dragged my tongue up her breast. “I’ve got you.”
She’d been self-conscious lately. I knew it without her having to say it—the way she angled away from the mirror sometimes, the way she’d saidI’m enormouslast week with an edge that wasn’t quite a joke. The way she’d started wearing my shirts instead of her own clothes, which I loved for entirely different reasons than she intended.
