electrifying. He was suddenly insatiably hungry for her. But it
was too soon to take her to bed. If he tried, he would no doubt scare her off
entirely. He had to go slowly, he told himself. But he was no longer sure he
could wait. It had never been like this. At least not for more years than he
could recall.
“Josh?”
“Maggie, sweetheart. Just let me touch you. Please,
love.” He eased her down carefully onto the cushions of the old Victorian sofa
and sprawled heavily on top of her. She was soft and sleek beneath him, the
gentle contours of her body accepting all the hard, rough-edged places of his.
He was overwhelmingly conscious of wanting to be careful with her, of wanting
to let her respond to him in her own time.
Josh groaned; the husky sound of need chained by
willpower emanated from somewhere deep inside him. He kissed the curve of
Maggie's cheek and then her throat. When he raised his head to look down at her
he saw the wonder and uncertainty in her beautiful eyes. And then he saw the
sweet passion that was flickering to life within her.
Josh reached out to switch off the lamp and the shadows
enveloped them.
“Josh. Josh.”
His name on Maggie's lips was a breathless whisper in
the darkness. It sent a shudder of desire flaring through him.
“I'm right here, sweetheart.” He stroked a finger
inside the V-neck of her dress, tracing its outline down to the lowest point
just above her breasts. Then he slowly drew his finger back up to her throat
where her pulse beat warmly in the soft hollow.
“You are a very strange man,” Maggie said seriously.
That made him hesitate. “Why do you say that?”
“I don't know. There's just something different about
you.”
“Different from what?” he demanded.
“Different from any other man I've ever met.”
Josh relaxed slightly. He smiled in the shadows.
“Okay, I can live with that, I guess. It's not the most
inspiring compliment you could give a man under these conditions, but I suppose
I can put my own interpretation on it.”
She touched the side of his face with gentle, questing
fingertips. Her shadowed eyes were still very serious.
“What would be a more inspirational remark?”
He slowly started to undo the large black buttons that
closed the front of the dress. “You could tell me I'm incredibly sexy,”
“You are,” she said with a simple, touching honesty. “But
I figured you already knew that.”
The words struck him like lightning. His hand stilled
on a button as he paused to gaze down at her, “Maggie.”
“Hmm?” She was fingering the buttons on his shirt.
“Maggie, sweetheart, do you mean that? You really think
I'm sexy?”
“Yes. The sexiest man I've ever met.”
“Oh, Maggie.” He choked back an exultant laugh and
hugged her fiercely. “I forgive you for all the nasty cracks you've made about
me during the past few days. I'll even forget you called me accident-prone.”
She relaxed in his arms and giggled softly against his
chest. “You like hearing you're sexy?”
“I like hearing it from you. I like it very, very
much.” Josh went back to work on the buttons of her dress. “Mostly because J
think you are incredibly, astoundingly, amazingly sexy.”
The laughter went out of her again. She clung to him
with sudden urgency. “Josh, there has to be more.”
Josh sucked in his breath as his ribs protested her
abruptly fierce hug. “There is more, sweetheart.” He took a cautious breath as
she released him. “A lot more. Give me a chance to show you.”
He had the front of the dress open now. Rhinestones
spilled across the upper curves of her breasts. He eased his hand inside and
found the softness of a warm globe cupped in lace. When he brushed his thumb
over its sweetly shaped curve he felt the velvety nipple stir and begin to
harden. He realized she was holding her breath.
“Relax, Maggie. Trust me tonight.”
“I do trust you. It's crazy. But I do.” She put her
anus around his neck and kissed the
was too soon to take her to bed. If he tried, he would no doubt scare her off
entirely. He had to go slowly, he told himself. But he was no longer sure he
could wait. It had never been like this. At least not for more years than he
could recall.
“Josh?”
“Maggie, sweetheart. Just let me touch you. Please,
love.” He eased her down carefully onto the cushions of the old Victorian sofa
and sprawled heavily on top of her. She was soft and sleek beneath him, the
gentle contours of her body accepting all the hard, rough-edged places of his.
He was overwhelmingly conscious of wanting to be careful with her, of wanting
to let her respond to him in her own time.
Josh groaned; the husky sound of need chained by
willpower emanated from somewhere deep inside him. He kissed the curve of
Maggie's cheek and then her throat. When he raised his head to look down at her
he saw the wonder and uncertainty in her beautiful eyes. And then he saw the
sweet passion that was flickering to life within her.
Josh reached out to switch off the lamp and the shadows
enveloped them.
“Josh. Josh.”
His name on Maggie's lips was a breathless whisper in
the darkness. It sent a shudder of desire flaring through him.
“I'm right here, sweetheart.” He stroked a finger
inside the V-neck of her dress, tracing its outline down to the lowest point
just above her breasts. Then he slowly drew his finger back up to her throat
where her pulse beat warmly in the soft hollow.
“You are a very strange man,” Maggie said seriously.
That made him hesitate. “Why do you say that?”
“I don't know. There's just something different about
you.”
“Different from what?” he demanded.
“Different from any other man I've ever met.”
Josh relaxed slightly. He smiled in the shadows.
“Okay, I can live with that, I guess. It's not the most
inspiring compliment you could give a man under these conditions, but I suppose
I can put my own interpretation on it.”
She touched the side of his face with gentle, questing
fingertips. Her shadowed eyes were still very serious.
“What would be a more inspirational remark?”
He slowly started to undo the large black buttons that
closed the front of the dress. “You could tell me I'm incredibly sexy,”
“You are,” she said with a simple, touching honesty. “But
I figured you already knew that.”
The words struck him like lightning. His hand stilled
on a button as he paused to gaze down at her, “Maggie.”
“Hmm?” She was fingering the buttons on his shirt.
“Maggie, sweetheart, do you mean that? You really think
I'm sexy?”
“Yes. The sexiest man I've ever met.”
“Oh, Maggie.” He choked back an exultant laugh and
hugged her fiercely. “I forgive you for all the nasty cracks you've made about
me during the past few days. I'll even forget you called me accident-prone.”
She relaxed in his arms and giggled softly against his
chest. “You like hearing you're sexy?”
“I like hearing it from you. I like it very, very
much.” Josh went back to work on the buttons of her dress. “Mostly because J
think you are incredibly, astoundingly, amazingly sexy.”
The laughter went out of her again. She clung to him
with sudden urgency. “Josh, there has to be more.”
Josh sucked in his breath as his ribs protested her
abruptly fierce hug. “There is more, sweetheart.” He took a cautious breath as
she released him. “A lot more. Give me a chance to show you.”
He had the front of the dress open now. Rhinestones
spilled across the upper curves of her breasts. He eased his hand inside and
found the softness of a warm globe cupped in lace. When he brushed his thumb
over its sweetly shaped curve he felt the velvety nipple stir and begin to
harden. He realized she was holding her breath.
“Relax, Maggie. Trust me tonight.”
“I do trust you. It's crazy. But I do.” She put her
anus around his neck and kissed the
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