Maggie felt the heat in her cheeks intensify. Beneath his gaze she felt beautiful. She didn’t feel ten years his senior. She didn’t feel like a Mrs Robinson tutoring him in the art of a love. Or an infertile divorcee, somehow less of a woman. She felt his equal, his partner and all woman.
She closed the distance between them, her nipples tightening as they grazed against the light smattering of blond chest hairs. She rose on her tippy-toes, twined her fingers in his hair and pulled his head down so their lips met.
His mouth was hot against hers, sliding fire across her lips and into her mouth and beyond to her stomach, her breasts, her belly. Her soul. She opened for him, wanting more, welcoming the heat with more of her own. Fighting fire with fire.
His tongue tangoed with hers and she dug her nails into his shoulders, pushing closer, whimpering her need. His big hands smoothed over her back, drawing circles over her shoulder blades and ribcage, trailing fire there too as he anchored her to him. She could feel his arousal pressed into her stomach and she pushed against it, aching to touch it, for it to be inside her.
Her hand went to his belt and Nash groaned. ‘Hold on,’ he murmured, scooping her up, gathering her into his chest and looking for a place to get horizontal.
‘End of the hallway,’ Maggie murmured, her lips at his ear, her arms clinging to his neck.
Nash didn’t need any more direction, striding down the passageway and pushing the door open with his knee. He crossed to the bed and lowered her until she was stretched out before him. He stood and looked. Just looked.
She was beautiful.
Maggie felt her cheeks grow hot as his gaze travelled over her with a thoroughness that left her breathless. ‘Nash.’ She squirmed.
His gaze trekked back to her face. She was flushed and had pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. ‘God, Maggie, you’re gorgeous.’
The awe in his voice was a huge turn-on and she could feel her nipples hardening beneath his frank gaze. ‘I think one of us has too many clothes on,’ she murmured.
‘You’re right.’ He reached down, ran his finger under the edge of her lace knickers and tugged.
‘Not quite what I had in mind.’ Maggie rolled her eyes but lifted her hips.
Nash grinned as he tossed the article on the floor behind him. ‘Perfect,’ he whispered.
Maggie was on fire. His eyes roamed over her nakedness like it was his own private playground and again she was struck by the urge to arch her back. Her blood thickened, simmered, boiled. ‘Your turn.’
Nash took another moment to commit her curves to memory before reaching for his jeans, unzipping and stepping out of them.
Maggie was speechless. He stood before her clad only in his underwear with all the perfection of a marble statue overlayed with the flesh and blood of a warm, vital man. He was amazing, his washboard abs well defined and gloriously bronzed. His broad shoulders and chest even more impressive from her reclining position.
‘God, you have a magnificent chest.’
He chuckled. ‘You’ve got a pretty nice one too.’
A trail of blond hair bisected his abdominal musculature, wisping down behind the band of his underwear, and her fingers itched to follow it.
Maggie vaulted upright, their gazes locked. She raised a hand and placed it flat against his stomach, feeling his muscles there react. She let it slide down slowly until it was resting on his waistband. ‘These now,’ she requested huskily.
Her gaze zeroed in on the erection his underpants were barely restraining, and he felt a punch to his gut as she moistened her lips. He watched as if in slow motion as she lifted a tentative finger and traced the thick ridge.
‘Maggie.’ His warning was half whisper, half groan.
She looked up into his face, dragging her gaze from the bulge in his pants, dropping her hand from the tantalising contours. ‘You’re magnificent everywhere.’
Nash was mesmerised by the desire in her eyes, by the way she looked at him like he was the only man on earth. He lifted his hand to her cheek and stroked it, his fingers pushing into her hair, brushing at her fringe, cupping the back of her head. Her lips shone in the semi-dark and he wanted some of them.
‘Lie back, Maggie,’ he whispered.
Maggie fell back as he asked and she watched as he stepped out of his underwear and she was finally able to see him in all his glory. She exhaled a ragged breath at his proud length, ready, eager before him. He put a knee on the bed beside hers and she held her arms out to him, exulting in the knowledge that all that hardness would soon be inside her.
Nash lay on his side, propped on his elbow, looking down at her. Their gazes locked and he traced the planes of her face with his index finger. Over her eyelids, across her cheekbones and the moist seam of her lips. He continued lower, holding her gaze as his finger traced down her throat, dipping into the hollow, down her chest, over her stomach to her belly button. Then he reversed the process.
‘Nash,’ she whimpered against his finger as it trailed across her mouth.
He pushed his finger gently against her mouth to still her protest, pausing to study her lips. He rubbed his thumb over the bottom one and then the top, smearing the moisture all over.
‘Nash.’ Maggie was trembling with want, his intense gaze zeroed on her mouth incredibly erotic.
‘Shh,’ he whispered, mesmerised by their movement, by how they looked all swollen and moist from his ministrations. He just had to taste them.
When Nash finally lowered his head it was for an agonisingly slow exploration of her mouth. Maggie tried to deepen it, to open beneath him and draw his tongue inside her mouth but he pulled back and smiled at her. ‘Patience, Maggie. We’ve got all night.’
She shivered at the promise in his voice, in his eyes, accepting the teasing stroke of his lips against her again with an eagerness that bordered on shameless. The kiss slowly deepened and Maggie moaned as his tongue finally touched hers.
His hand spread its own joy, lightly stroking down her neck and her chest to her breasts. Her nipples beaded at the light play of his palms over them and she arched her back and moaned into his mouth as he rubbed them into unbearably tight pebbles.
Nash dragged his mouth from the drugging kisses of hers, eager to taste the engorged tips. He’d dreamt about it but already knew it was going to far exceed his expectations. He kissed down her throat, feeling the whimpering noises coming from her as they vibrated against his lips.
When his tongue flicked out to touch one turgid peak he felt her whole body tremble and when he sucked it fully into the hot cavern of his mouth she dug her nails into his back so hard he knew there’d be blood.
‘Nash!’ Maggie almost lifted off the bed as her stomach clenched in ecstasy.
Nash smiled against her skin and paid the other breast equal homage, eliciting another fevered response. Her reaction stoked the fire in his loins ever higher and he felt a surge of animal power that he could turn her mindless with passion.
She was so reactive. Her skin goose-bumped wherever his breath meandered, tiny mewing noises slipped from her lips and she trembled beneath his touch. He’d never had such a responsive lover and it was incredibly arousing. It urged him to go further, push her higher, give her more, and he moved his hand lower to stroke down her belly as his mouth continued to feast on her breasts.
Maggie shook her head from side to side in utter mindless ecstasy. He had to stop. She couldn’t take it any more. She was going to die from pleasure. He’d no sooner finish ravaging one turgid peak than he’d turn his attention to the other and her pelvic floor muscles would contract again.
‘Stop,’ she moaned as Nash switched sides again. ‘They can’t take any more.’ She was close to delirious with lust. Mindless with passion. Treading that fine line between pleasure and pain.
Nash looked up from his feast. ‘No.’ His hand slipped lower, stroking her inner thigh.
‘Nash,’ she begged.
He smiled. ‘Uh-uh. These…’ he paused an
d looked down at her large breasts with their proudly erect nipples. ‘Have been taunting me all night under that damn T-shirt—it’s payback.’ He dropped a quick, hard kiss on her mouth as his fingers stroked her slick entrance. ‘Just lie back and enjoy.’
Maggie’s eyes rolled back in her head as he found his target, pushing inside her at the same time his mouth reclaimed a nipple. Just when she’d thought more pleasure wasn’t possible he proved her wrong and she arched off the bed as he inserted another finger and probed deep inside.
Through the haze of sensations she could feel his erection thick against her thigh and she reached for him, desperate to touch him as he was her. To feel the hot length of him. To hear him moan in mindless abandon and know that she was responsible. He batted her hand away and she growled her frustration. ‘Nash—’
He cut off her protest with another hard kiss. ‘Not yet,’ he whispered against her lips, raising his head briefly before plundering her mouth and her body into submission.
If she touched him, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last. He’d been fantasising about her, about this, for two weeks, and with the wild blend of her perfume and the sweet smell of her readiness intoxicating him, his control was tenuous at best.
His hand returned to the slick heat at her centre and her hips bucked convulsively. Her shudder as he stroked the tight nub there told him she was close and after numerous fantasies of her coming apart beneath him, he was hungry for the reality.
Nash broke away from her mouth. ‘Condoms,’ he whispered raggedly against her neck.
Maggie’s blood felt like treacle, her brain waves practically at a standstill as she dragged herself back from the fireworks display that was going on in her head. ‘Drawer closest to you,’ she panted.
Nash reached across her, yanked the drawer open and blindly felt for the box. He located it, pulled out a foil packet and quickly tore it open with unsteady fingers as Maggie teased his throat with wet kisses.
‘Now,’ he said, covering her body with his. He paused for a second, looking down into her face, her fudge-brownie eyes glazed with passion, her mouth moist and slightly parted, their hips aligned, their hearts pounding together.
‘Now,’ Maggie whispered, her pelvis rising to meet his as he slid into her, stretching her, filling her, completing her. ‘Yes,’ she sighed, her hands gripping his shoulders as he rocked her into the bed.
‘Yes,’ he groaned as her heat enveloped him, seduced him, possessed him. He stilled, dropping his mouth to hers, kissing her deep and hard. He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers, breathing hard. ‘I knew it was going to be like this.’
Maggie dragged in a ragged breath, aware only of his girth nestled against all the right places inside her. ‘Like what?’
‘Perfect.’
And he pulled out and pushed in, and pulled out and pushed in and the heat built everywhere as his biceps slicked with sweat and her brain went to mush and her lungs turned to liquid as her body was consumed by the heat. The heat of him. Of them.
The pressure built with each deep, measured thrust from his hips and it was like an itch, a bubble beneath her skin, building and spreading outwards, like a ripple in a pond growing larger.
Nash could feel her trembling and he gathered her close and whispered, ‘Yes, Maggie, yes,’ in her ear. Her first cry pierced him to the core and she tightened around him like a vice, her hips bucking, her chest arching.
‘Nash!’ Maggie was slammed from all directions by the powerful sensations of her orgasm and all she could do was hold on tight and ride the fallout.
Nash kept up the rhythm for as long as he could, staving off his own build-up as she broke around him. But her rhythmic contractions pulled at his resistance, sucked at his willpower, and he followed her over the edge, holding her close as they free fell through a quagmire of sensations that sucked and pulled and spun them around until they lay shattered and weary at the bottom.
CHAPTER FOUR
NEITHER OF THEM moved for several minutes as they waited for earth to right itself and their breathing to return to normal. Maggie shifted underneath him and Nash moved off her, rolling onto his back still dazed by a sexual energy with a kick more powerful than dynamite.
‘Wow.’
Maggie laughed. ‘Yes. Wow.’
They lay still, looking at the ceiling for a few more minutes, not touching, just breathing, languishing in a post-coital drowse, savouring the last vestiges of sensation lingering in their tissues.
Nash roused himself to go to the bathroom, a smile curving his mouth. It didn’t last long. To his horror he discovered something that banished the smile and the lassitude in his bones in an instant. The condom had ruptured.
A fist slammed into his gut.
No. No. No.
His mind raced with a thousand dire scenarios. He looked at himself in the mirror. He should be looking sated, relaxed, instead of tense and frowning, and the urge to throw something at it almost overpowered him. He didn’t want this night, what had just happened, diminished by contraception failure.
Or for it to be over before it had even really begun. Nothing like the spectre of pregnancy to kill a mood.
Damn it all to hell!
He stood in the doorway and watched her for a moment. She’d moved, pulled the covers down and got in the bed proper, the sheet pulled up to her hips. Her head was turned away from him and his gaze greedily devoured the contours of her breasts, the line of her neck and the way her stomach sloped down to her pelvis. He felt himself twitch and again felt annoyed that the night had come to a premature end.
Maggie stirred and turned her head. How long had she drifted off for? She focused in the dim light and spotted Nash standing in her en suite doorway, gloriously naked. Memories of that nakedness all over hers returned and she smiled at him. ‘You’re a long way away.’
Nash smiled back despite the situation. ‘Easily fixed.’
She watched as he sauntered towards her, eyes glued to the easy movement of his tall, broad frame. Her gaze dropped lower as he neared and she could see he obviously had the stamina of a younger man.
He stopped by the side of the bed and looked down at her like he’d done earlier. But he seemed hesitant, tense. Maggie felt a trickle of dread brush her nape. Now his curiosity had been satisfied, was he having second thoughts? Was he trying to find the words to say he had to go?
She looked him straight in the eye. ‘Regrets?’
‘Oh, God, no, Maggie.’ He sat on the bed and reached for her, pressing a kiss to her palm.
She withdrew it, a cold hand slowly wrapping her heart in icy fingers. ‘Sounds like there’s a but coming.’
Nash sighed. ‘I’m sorry. The condom broke.’
Maggie blinked. And then blinked again as a wave of relief swamped her. The condom broke. That was all. He hadn’t looked at her with their passion all burnt off and wondered what the hell he’d done. The condom broke.
She almost vaulted up and danced across the bed but one look at his shattered face told her he might not share her jubilation. Putting herself in his shoes she guessed that as a single footloose-and-fancy-free thirty-year-old man, it was probably the worst possible outcome from a night like this. But as an infertile forty-year-old woman, it didn’t even rate on her list-of-things-to-worry-about.
Nash took her continuing silence as a bad sign. Damn it! How quickly something good could turn so bad.
‘If you like, we can go and find a late-night chemist. I think there’s one near the hospital. It’s really best if you take emergency contraception as soon as possible after the incident.’
Maggie laughed. She couldn’t help herself. Even when he looked at her like she’d grown a second head, she laughed.
Nash shut his eyes. Oh, God, she was hysterical. What a disaster. ‘I’m so sorry,’ he murmured.
She sobered at his look of utter misery. ‘Hey.’ She sat up, tucking her knees under her chin, hugging them close. They were very near now and she could see th
e concern marring the clarity of his blue eyes. ‘It’s okay.’
Nash looked at Maggie looking very calm and began to hope. ‘You’re on the Pill?’
She shook her head and watched the glimmer of optimism fade in his eyes. ‘Come here,’ she whispered.
Nash obliged, moving so he was sitting behind her, his legs spread, his back against the headboard, her body pulled into the shelter of his, her bottom snug against his crotch.
‘We really should be thinking about going,’ he said as she leaned back against him, shifting her head to a position of comfort under his chin and squirming her bottom against him. Her smell invaded his senses as he draped an arm across the front of her, pulling her closer. Her nipples beaded against his arm. The slope of her shoulder was close and he only had to drop his head to press a kiss there.
Maggie lightly stroked her fingers up and down the bulk of his biceps, thrilling in the way it twitched beneath her touch. ‘Have you got any diseases I should know about, Nash?’
Nash arm’s tightened at her bald question. He forced himself to relax, rubbing his face against her hair. It was a fair enough question. Condoms weren’t just about pregnancy. ‘Nope. I never have unprotected sex. Never. Ever. I give blood every three months so I know I’m clean.’
Maggie smiled, pleased at his vehement response. Nash had started to trail his fingers up and down her shoulder, the movement dragging his arm across her, and she could feel her nipples growing harder beneath the erotic rub of his biceps. She shut her eyes, savouring the sensation.
‘And you?’
Maggie’s eyes fluttered open. ‘Well, it’s been a long time for me so I’m pretty certain there nothing to worry about.’
Nash kissed her head as things in his loins started to heat up. ‘How long is long?’
Maggie almost didn’t answer. Concentrating was difficult with his erection growing steadily against the small of her back, and she didn’t think a virile young man would possibly understand her abstinence. ‘About three years.’
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