Page 44 of Matched By Mistake
He stood there in the doorway and shucked off the rest of his clothes as his eyes moved over her. She was curvy, with full hips and breasts and a smaller waist. Her stomach was gently rounded and her nipples were a pinky-brown color that matched her lips. When he walked toward the bed, he realized he would never get enough of looking at her. Each time he did, he saw something else.
Tonight he saw the embodiment of some sort of fantasy woman that he’d never realized he wanted in his life. But now that he’d glimpsed her, he craved her.
Everything with Maggie from the beginning was borderline obsession. Since that first moment he’d seen her at the Texas Cattleman’s Club to that moment he’d actually met her at the k!smet event. And now...well, enough thinking. He had this gorgeous woman lying in front of him and all he wanted was to touch and taste her.
Thank her in a very intimate way for what she’d given him in the car. He reached the side of the bed and she started to roll to her back. But he stopped her with his hand on her hip as he lay down next to her.
He looked into those deep brown eyes of hers, wishing they could tell him what she was feeling toward him. He knew she wanted him. Could tell by her hardened nipples and the slight flush to her skin, but he sort of wanted more than that.
He drew his hand down the side of her face. Her tanned skin was smooth to the touch and her lips parted as he rubbed his thumb over them. He leaned down and kissed her as his hands continued moving down her body, stopping at her breast to catch her nipple and rub it lightly with his thumb.
Her mouth parted under his and he felt the brush of her tongue over his and then he sucked hers deeper into his mouth as he skimmed his hand down her side, stopping at her waist. He traced his finger toward her belly button, teasing it with his touch before moving lower. She shifted her legs, parting her thighs, but he just skimmed his hand down the outside of her leg.
She shifted under him, her hands moving over his chest and tracing the hair on it. He felt her fingers teasing him and moving toward his erection. She took him in her hand and he reacted to her touch by getting harder. He pushed her onto her back and lifted his mouth from hers, kissing his way down her body.
He suckled at her nipple, making her back arch and her legs move restlessly on the bed, her thigh rubbing against his cock, which felt so damned good he had to stop for a second before he moved lower, dropping nibbling kisses against her skin until he reached her belly button. He licked it and then moved lower as he craved the taste of her on his tongue. He needed this.
He parted her lower lips and then licked her clit. She let out a soft moan and put her hands on his head and then moved them to his shoulders. He took his time, licking and sucking on her clit until her hips were moving frantically against him, and then he pushed one finger into her body. She arched deeply into his touch and her thighs tightened around his head as she drove her hips against his mouth until she called out his name.
“Come inside of me,” she said.
He shifted back up her body and slid deep into her. He drove into her again and again, driving her higher and higher, feeling her body tightening on his as he drove himself into her again and again. She wrapped her legs high around his hips and leaned up to pull his head down to hers. She kissed him long and deep and everything in his body started to build. He shoved into her harder and faster, going deeper than before and taking everything she had to give.
She sucked his tongue deeper into his mouth and then he felt her body clenching down hard on his cock. She tore her mouth from his and cried out his name. He pushed his hand under their bodies, cupping her butt and driving into her faster and harder until he came again in one long release.
He kept thrusting into her until he was empty and then collapsed on her body, careful not to let her take his full weight. He lay there, the smell of sex and Maggie in the air, her hands lightly caressing him, and he knew that nothing would ever be the same for him again.
She’d changed him and he wasn’t sure he liked it. But he was pretty damned sure he couldn’t live without it or her.
Which was more complicated than it should be. Or was it? Was he still living in the past where their families couldn’t get along? Maybe it was time he moved them into the future where they got along and he could claim Maggie.
Thirteen
Maggie noticed Jericho’s mom and sisters at the checkout counter when she arrived at the Royal Diner to meet Cecily for lunch. Normally she would have walked past without saying anything, but Camille Winters caught her eye and smiled.
“Hey, Camille, great to see you again,” she said, walking over to them.
“Hello, these are my daughters, Tiffany and Alisha,” she said.
“We’ve met,” Alisha said.
“We have, and let me apologize for how heated Preston was at that meeting,” Maggie said. “He can be a bit of a hothead at times.”
Jericho’s sister nodded. “We were thinking about having a girls’ night at your art studio. We all saw it online and it looks like our kind of night out.”
“I’d love to have you attend. If you have a big group, we could do a private event, or I have one coming up in late September. I’ll text Camille the details,” she said. “I won’t keep you since you were on the way out but it was nice to see y’all.”
She gave them a little wave and then turned to walk to Cecily, who was seated near the back of the restaurant. Maggie felt a little thrill inside her as she walked to her friend. She and Jericho had been spending practically every night together still publicly doing the designated dates but having more fun alone together. Her feelings for him were growing deeper and she wanted his family to like her. She already liked them. His sisters seemed nice, and even Alisha had warmed up once Maggie had mentioned Preston’s hotheadedness. Maggie was starting to think there was a very real chance that the feud was based on habit more than actual differences.
A germ of an idea took root in the back of her mind, and she didn’t know if she was just riding the high of waking up in Jericho’s arms and smelling the sweet flowers he’d sent her at work, but she thought maybe it was time for the parents to meet and just see what happened.
“Fraternizing with the enemy I see,” Cecily said as Maggie slid into the booth across from her.
She furrowed her brow as she looked at the other woman. “What enemy?”
“The Winters. Or were you getting more information?”
She sighed. She’d asked Cecily to meet her today to tell her that she wasn’t going to be able to get any corporate secrets or insider knowledge from Jericho. “No. There’s nothing to find, Cecily. Also, Jericho doesn’t really know much about the Winters’ business. He’s an architect.”
