Page 71 of Secrets Bared
“Then move.”
He drew back, and slammed back into her, and she cried out. “Yes!” The slap of skin on skin filled the room, their pants and moans adding to the symphony. Pleasure like she’d never felt before built in her center and spread outward until her fingers tingled and her toes curled.
She chanted his name over and over, a prayer as he drove her orgasm higher and higher.
“Maggie… baby… I can’t last. Come for me. Please!” He sat back on his heels and thrust wildly, rolling his thumb in circles around her clit.
Her vision went white, her entire body convulsing as the climax hit her like a freight train. She was dimly aware of his own shouts as he followed her over the edge.
When she came back to Earth, he was pressing kisses over her cheeks. Her shoes sat next to the bed on the floor. “Fuck, Maggie. That was …”
“Yeah,” she breathed out. There were no words.
When he could stand without falling over, he took care of the condom in the bathroom. He emerged with a warm damp washcloth and cleaned her off, before wiping himself down and tossing it onto the tile floor. Then he crawled into the bed with her and gathered her into his arms.
They fell asleep, sated and spent.
Chapter 20
Lukeawokethenextmorning with an armful of warm, naked Maggie. He stared down at her still-sleeping face, ignoring his morning wood pressed against her belly. Her dark red lashes fanned against her pale cheeks. A freckle or two highlighted smooth ivory skin.
He allowed himself to dream about a future together. About more mornings just like this. Waking her up with his mouth between her legs, then making sleepy love on a weekend before making waffles in their kitchen.
Then the reality of their situation hit him. All the women from his past who’d wanted more, but the facts of his job kept them apart. His wasn’t a job that he got to come home from every night. Sometimes he’d be out of contact for weeks or months, like this last assignment.
The vision of the future they could have morphed to a vision of her greeting him at the end of a long assignment with frustration and resentment. He shook his head to rid himself of that. He didn’t want to put her through that, and his heart would break if he had to see those emotions on her face.
Fuck. His heart was already attached. What was he going to do when his three months were up?
Maggie stirred, her arms reaching up for a stretch. “You’re thinking awfully loud over there.”
He smiled as she opened her sleepy eyes, and combed his fingers through her hair. She winced when he found a tangle. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” She tilted her head up for a chaste kiss. Morning breath, after all.
“Do you think Virginia will feed me? Or should we head to the diner?”
Maggie giggled. “Probably, but we’ll also be feeding the rumor mill.”
“Oh sweetheart, the rumor mill started as soon as I picked you up for that first date.”
That adorable blush stole over her cheeks. “I suppose you’re right.”
“I know I am.” He kissed her forehead. “We might as well get ready to face the inquisition.”
They took turns in the bathroom and dressed for the day. Luke kept his thoughts on the future to himself. He had time left on his leave to make up his mind. And Maggie still hadn’t trusted him with what she’d told the police about her stalker. He’d need that trust before they could make a go of any sort of relationship. And she deserved to know the secret he’d been keeping as well.
Was he really contemplating leaving his job and settling back in Hawthorn Hills? The only answer he could come up with was,maybe.
Virginia, as he’d predicted, fawned over them, and insisted on them sitting at a table for two in the dining room. She fed them heart-shaped pancakes and scrambled eggs.
Subtle, she was not.
But seeing Maggie smile shyly at the attention proved how she wasn’t used to being appreciated. And he resolved to do it more.
“What are your plans for the day?” She popped a bite of egg into her mouth.
“Dinner shift at The Busy Bee. With you.” He winked. She laughed.
