She smiled up at him as he gently massaged her hair and scalp, and rinsed the lather away under the hot water, his fingers running through her dark curls. She tingled everywhere that he touched her, and when they stood together under the shower, just holding on to each other and breathing each other in, she knew what adoration physically felt like.
When he finally kissed her, she was so starved for him, she thought her legs would give out under her. Maggie felt the hunger and need in him too, but he was also holding back – he was going to make sure she wanted this. No regrets, no second-thoughts; not ever again.
“Joe,” she whispered.
Right away, he pulled back. “Too much? Too soon?”
She almost laughed. “God, no. I’ve wanted to do this for weeks.”
“Yeah, me too.” He grinned down at her. “So you’re OK?”
“Totally OK.” She ran her hands down his slick body, loving his large muscles. They were tight and tense, and she could actually feel how he was holding his desire in check. He was obviously still worried about letting it go, about letting it all wash over her, on her. But that was all she wanted: she needed him to let loose. To warm her, inside and outside.
Their kisses got harder now, deeper, and Joe backed her up slowly, carefully, until she was trapped between his hot body and the cool wall. His hands skimmed her breasts, teasing and circling her nipples, and when she gasped, he moved lower. He cupped her pussy in his large palm, and she let her head fall back as she moaned.
His eyes flared. “Fuck. I remember that sound. I’ve dreamed about it for years.” He slid his finger inside her now, and she arched. “Moan for me again, sweetness.”
Unable to help herself, she did. His finger moved out, back in, his pace slow and steady; soon, it was joined by a second one, and she ground herself against them. It was all so familiar – his scent, his body, his hands – but it was also new, with a level of trust and intimacy that they’d never had between them before. Now that she was his and he was hers, it was better. It was perfect.
Maggie’s orgasm grew fast, faster than she’d ever experienced before. She abandoned herself to it now, one leg wrapping around his strong thigh without her even noticing it was happening. She dug her nails in to his shoulders, leaving crescents in his skin, and she didn’t notice that, either. All she knew was the pleasure that he was giving her, and when his thumb rubbed her clit, her cry echoed around the bathroom.
“Joe,” she said, not even recognizing her own voice. “Joe…”
“You close, baby?” he said, his fingers going deeper now. “You going to come for me?”
“God…” Her voice was a keening whimper against his lips. “God, yes…”
His fingers plunged faster, his thumb pressed harder, and Maggie let go for Joe, let go fully. Her ecstatic cry was captured by his mouth, and he took it in to himself, loving hearing it. She clenched around his fingers, every muscle in her body flexing and releasing, and Joe held her in place, not letting her go until he’d coaxed every last ripple of her climax out of her.
Maggie sagged against him, exhausted. Her leg slipped down, her hands slid off his shoulders. He cradled her in his arms, his fingers clasped together at the small of her back, and she let herself relax completely, not even thinking about trying to stand up on her own.
He won’t let go. He won’t let me fall.
Slowly, she became aware of the cooling water, and she raised her flushed face to it. He pushed her hair off her cheeks and she opened her eyes. He smiled when he saw the look in their sparkling green depths: he’d missed that sated, satisfied gleam, and he kissed her.
“You are so beautiful,” Joe said. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I am?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“You make me feel beautiful,” she said. “God, Joe… the way you look at me sometimes.”
“Good. I’m glad you’ve noticed.” He turned the water off, then opened the door and grabbed a towel. “Come here, baby. Let me dry you off.”
He toweled every inch of her amazing body, holding her close the whole time, knowing that her legs were still shaky. He wrapped her up, then dried himself carelessly. He moved the droplets of moisture from place to place more than actually making any real progress, and she laughed.
“Let me,” she said, and took the towel from him.
Joe stood still, feeling her every touch to a hypersensitive degree. Her movements were slow and sure, and he felt his whole body tightening up under her hands. She was standing behind him now, drying his back, running the rough material down his spine. She squeezed his taut ass teasingly and he grinned over his shoulder at her.
“What are you doing?’ he asked.
“Nothing.” She dropped her towel, pressed her gorgeous breasts flush against him and rubbed her nipples against his back. When she heard his breath catch, she reached around to trace the curve of muscles in his stomach before taking him in her hand. “Why do you ask?”
He couldn’t speak suddenly. Her hand on his hardening cock was exquisite, and he just hoped he wouldn’t embarrass himself by losing it within seconds. She stroked him, her touch firm and warm, and he braced himself on the glass wall of the shower with one strong forearm.
“Maggie.” His voice was a warning.
“Hmmmm?” she asked, her hand moving faster now, circling the tip, spreading his salty pre-cum along his length. “What’s up?”
“You know what’s up.”
“You mean this?” She gave his shaft a squeeze when she said ‘this’.
Joe actually growled now, a sound that started deep in his chest and twisted out of him, thick and hot and full of desire. She heard his lust and her pussy was immediately soaked.
“Joe…”
That was all she had time to say. He turned now, rough and abrupt, and shoved her backwards. Her back hit the wall next to the sink and he spun her around, his hand between her legs again.
“Up against the wall, hard and fast,” he said in her ear. “The way we both love it, right?”
She gasped, wanting nothing more than to make love to him. Now.
“Yes,” she said. “Joe, please…”
He opened the medicine cabinet above the sink and found a condom. With trembling fingers, he ripped it open, rolled it down his almost-painful cock. She placed her palms flat on the wall, and he watched as her back arched. The sight was too hot, too tempting to believe, and any thought he’d had of teasing her flew right out of his head.
“Maggie,” he said again, pleading now. “I need to be inside you, baby.”
“Yes,” she said. “Don’t make me wait…”
Joe grabbed her hips, pulling her back, opening her to him completely. She froze, aching for him to enter her. She was surprised when he gently took her chin in his fingers and turned her to face him. His kiss was tender, so tender that tears came to her eyes. When he pulled away and saw her tears, he smiled at her.
“I love you, Maggie.”
“Oh, Joe.” Her heart stopped, started again at double-time. “I love you too.”
Joe leaned forward now, his one hand on top of hers on the wall, his fingers entangled with hers. He rubbed his cock against her wet, swollen folds and she groaned, wanting him so much it almost hurt. Her forehead was resting on his muscled forearm, and she shut her eyes, barely breathing.
Please, Joe. Please.
When he took her in one hard, thick thrust, it was everything she’d been fantasizing about, and it was better than she remembered. Her whole body welcomed him inside, and he felt it: she was drenched, so hot and tight, and her pussy muscles clamped down on him within seconds.
“Oh, God, baby,” he groaned. “You coming already?”
Maggie couldn’t answer him. Her second orgasm exploded from out of nowhere, surprising them both. He plunged fast and hard, r
ubbing her clit, his fingers clenched on the wall between hers. As her moans turned to cries and then to screams, his own climax roared and rose. He struggled to hold off, but when she came, it sparked his own mindless need for release and relief. He drove in to her shuddering body, driving home.
He moved faster now, knowing that he was being rough, trying to stop himself, to slow down. But she was still moaning, still riding out her second orgasm, and he knew that his wild thrusts were prolonging it for her. When Joe came, he threw his head back and gave a torn, tortured shout, his chest heaving, his body near collapse. Every muscle tensed, strained, shook, and he saw stars…actual stars.
Jesus Christ… what the fuck was that? I think my head almost exploded. Both heads.
He heard Maggie now; she was sobbing, trying to catch her breath. Hoping to God that his legs would hold him up, he leaned forward and pressed kisses to her heaving shoulders. Joe pulled her tight to him, by some miracle keeping them both vertical.
“You OK?” he asked her. “Maggie?”
She nodded, pushed herself up a bit. He grunted, slowly slid out of her, hating to do it, but needing to brace himself with both hands now. She glanced over her shoulder at him and gave him a brilliant, shining smile that took his breath away. Yet again.
“That was incredible,” she said hoarsely. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so fast.”
“And I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
Her eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” Carefully, he turned her and she lay her head on his chest. “I almost passed out. No lie.”
She laughed. “That would have been a mess.”
“No kidding.” He pulled off the condom and threw it away, picked up their towels from the floor. He wrapped her up again, then draped his towel around his lower body. He kissed her fingers, pressed her hand to his heart. “Come on, baby. Dinner’s ready.”
“God, I forgot all about the food,” she said.
“Yeah, well… it may be a bit burnt. We might be stuck with sandwiches.”
Her eyes were warm as she gazed at him. “And what’s for dessert?”
Joe kissed her, his tongue licking her full lips, his hands in her hair. “What do you think?”
“You?”
“And you.”
Maggie grinned. “Sounds perfect.”
**
They’d just had two helpings of dessert after a slightly overdone dinner. Maggie was pulled up tight against Joe’s side, her curls tumbling warm and lovely over his shoulder. He was stroking her back, his fingertips soothing and gentle.
“So can I take you to lunch tomorrow?” Joe said. “And by ‘take you to lunch’, I mean ‘do you want to taste-test some menu ideas?’ I’m finalizing the menu this week.”
“I wish.” Maggie kissed him. “But I talked to Mia just before you and your Dad showed up at the studio. Turns out a surgical spot cleared on short notice, and so Nick’s surgery just got moved up to tomorrow. I’ll be with Mia in the waiting room for most of the day.”
“Oh, God.” Joe stared at her. “How are she and Nick doing?”
“Terrible.”
“Shit.” Joe shook his head. “Do you want me there with you?”
“No, honey. It’s OK. I know you need to work on the menu.”
“Yeah, but… I want to be there for you guys more.”
“Really?”
He sighed in mock exasperation. “Why do you doubt me?”
“I don’t.” She smiled. “I just want to be sure that you’re sure.”
“Am I sure that I’d rather be backing you up than in a restaurant, all by myself?” He ran his hand over her curves. “Yes, I’m sure. Totally.”
Maggie gazed up at him, seeing his gorgeous face properly for the first time. On it, he had an expression that she’d only ever seen when he was cooking. She blinked as she realized that Joe was feeling something that she’d always thought he was incapable of feeling anywhere but in the kitchen, when he was creating his own unique type of art. More than that, she knew that if she looked in a mirror right this minute, she’d see the same look on hers.
It’s the look of pure happiness.
“You happy, sweetness?” he asked, startling her, making her idly wonder if he could hear her thoughts.
“Can you tell that I am?” she said.
“Oh, yeah.” His blue eyes were soft. “I can tell.”
“You are too, right?”
His kiss was hot and tender, at the same time. “You have no idea.”
“But I do.” Maggie sighed, feeling sleep start to creep up on her. “I know exactly.”
Joe pulled her closer. “Sleep, baby. Have sweet, happy dreams.”
And there in the circle of his arms, his heart beating strong and steady against her cheek, she did.
**
Dear Reader,
I very much hope that you enjoyed following the individual and group stories of the ‘Fighting For Love’ series characters. ‘Fighting Back’ (Fighting For Love #5) will be published in April 2015. It will be mainly Nick and Mia’s story, as they adjust to some pretty major changes in their relationship – with love and courage and hope.
If you want to know when it is available for purchase, please check on my website at: marysoljames.com or on of my social media platforms (Twitter, Facebook, and my blog). I will be announcing its release in all of these places, and posting some sneak peeks of the cover as well as some excerpts.
Thank you for reading!
Marysol
About the author
Marysol James is the author of the 'Open Skies', ‘Fighting For Love’, 'Unseen Enemy' and upcoming 'Dangerous Curves' series.
She writes steamy, sexy, slinky romances which feature strong, complex women and equally fascinating men. Marysol is interested in producing well-written and passionate stories with characters who learn to let go of control and to trust – both in and out of the bedroom.
Her stories are very sensual (very!), and offer smart plots, a bit of humor, and lots of character development, so her books will appeal to readers who want emotional connection as well as sexuality.
When not writing, Marysol can be found swimming, doing yoga, listening to music and drinking coffee. To stay up-to-date with her, visit her official author website at www.marysoljames.com
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The ‘Open Skies’ Series:
Open Skies (Open Skies #1)
Open Arms (Open Skies #2)
Open Eyes (Open Skies #3)
Open Heart (Open Skies #4)
Open Life (Open Skies #5)
PUBLICATION DATE: January 2015
The ‘Fighting For Love’ Series:
Fighting Hard (Fighting For Love #1)
Fighting Strong (Fighting For Love #2)
Fighting Love (Fighting For Love #3)
Fighting History (Fighting For Love #4)
Fighting Back (Fighting For Love #5)
PUBLICATION DATE: April 2015
The ‘Unseen Enemy’ Series:
Enemy Within (Unseen Enemy #1)
Enemy Outside (Unseen Enemy #2)
Enemy Mine (Unseen Enemy #3)
Enemy From The Past (Unseen Enemy #4)
Solid Muscle (Unseen Enemy #5)
PUBLICATION DATE: March 2015
Solid Steel (Unseen Enemy #6)
PUBLICATION DATE: April 2015
The ‘Dangerous Curves’ Series:
Dangerous Curves (Dangerous Curves #1)
PUBLICATION DATE: December 2014
Hard Curves (Dangerous Curves #2)
PUBLICATION DATE: January 2015
Killer Curves (Dangerous Curves #3)
PUBLICATION DATE: February 2015
Gentle Curves (Dangerous Curves #4)
PUBLICATION DATE: March 2015
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