Page 41 of Protecting Maggie
It was four-thirty in the morning, and even though Maggie would be sleeping—hell, she’d probably gone to bed only a couple hours ago—Preacher didn’t hesitate to call. Kevlar, Safe, and Blink had already called their women as well.
“’Lo?” Maggie said sleepily when she answered.
“Hey, it’s me,” Preacher said with a small smile at how out of it and adorable she sounded.
“Shawn?”
“Yeah. We’re home.”
“You are?” She definitely sounded awake now.
“Yup.”
“Are you coming over? Do you want me to come to your place? Are you okay? Is everyone else all right? What do you need me to do?”
Preacher chuckled, and he couldn’t believe how touched he was by her eagerness and concern. He’d never had this. Had envied his teammates when they called their women after returning from previous missions, but hadn’t expected how much joy he’d get out of the emotion he heard in Maggie’s voice.
“If it’s okay, I’ll come to you.”
“It’s okay!” she practically shouted. “Do you want me to make breakfast?”
“No. I want you to stay in bed, all warm and sleepy. And what Ireallywant is to join you there when I arrive. Just to sleep. I can never get any rest on a plane.”
“Okay. I’ll get up and unlock the door. Shawn?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m so glad you’re home. I have a lot I want to tell you.”
“Me too. I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes, okay?”
“Okay. See you soon.”
“Yes, you will.”
Preacher hung up and knew he had a sappy smile on his face. He was exhausted, he hadn’t lied about that. He could think of nothing better than snuggling up behind Maggieand falling asleep with her in his arms. He’d dreamed about it. About her.
It took thirteen minutes to get to her apartment, since there wasn’t much traffic out this early in the morning. Her door was unlocked, as promised, and while he wanted to scold Maggie for being unsafe, he was too eager to see her.
Making sure to lock the door behind him, Preacher dropped his duffle bag on the floor of the foyer and made his way to the bedroom. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door—and the sight that greeted him took his breath away.
It was one of his fantasies come to life. Maggie had turned on a light next to the bed, giving the room a soft glow. She was awake, lying in the middle of the queen-size bed with the covers up to her chest. She sat up and smiled at him when he entered. “Welcome home.”
Preacher stepped toward her. He leaned over the mattress and, to his delight, she tipped her chin up to him, offering her lips. He took them.
At first their kiss was soft and sweet. But it quickly morphed into more. The next thing he knew, Maggie was tugging at his shirt, trying to get it over his head. And he wasn’t much better. He pulled the comforter down, then he had Maggie’s head in his hands, holding her still as he kissed her hard, long, and deep. All thoughts of sleep went out the window.
Preacher had thought about this moment a lot over the years, what he’d be feeling when it came time to lose his virginity. He’d fantasized about how it might go. What he’dsay and do, the emotions he might experience. But nothing he’d considered in the past came close to being with Maggie.
Before he knew it, they were both naked as the day they were born. Preacher’s cock was dripping precome, but the only thing he could think about was making sure Maggie was ready to take him. He might be a virgin, but even Preacher knew his dick was bigger than average. He was long and thick, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt this woman.
Maggie lay on her back under him, her nails digging into his skin as she clung, desperately trying to pull him closer. They’d only stopped kissing long enough to get their clothes off. As much as Preacher wanted to continue to kiss her, he needed to see her, all of her, even more.
Lifting his head, he looked down at the woman sprawled on the bed. Her black hair was fanned over the pillow, she had a small mark on one cheek from where she’d been sleeping earlier, and as he stared down at her, she licked her pink, puffy lips.
“You are the best homecoming I’ve ever had,” Preacher told her reverently. His gaze slowly slid down her body, memorizing the moment. She was perfection. Not in the strictest sense of the word. She had a scar near her collarbone, a smattering of freckles across her upper chest, a few beauty spots here and there, but all he could see was smooth, gorgeous skin.
His hand moved to her tit as if he’d done it a million times. He squeezed gently and loved how she squirmedunder him. Then he ran his thumb over her nipple, grinning when it immediately tightened under his touch. He took hold of it with his thumb and pointer finger and pinched lightly, loving the surprised noise that left Maggie’s mouth, the way she arched into him.
