Chapter 18
Ian
Icannot come in my pants.
Hockey. Hockey players. Grandmas.
My mind scans every unsexy thing it can think of while trying to ignore the fact that my hand is pressed against the most arousing thing I’ve ever encountered—Maggie’s pussy.
For both of our safety, I begrudgingly slide my hand out from between her legs and exchange it for a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.
I have no idea if she believed me when I told her I haven’t had sex since the last time we were together, but it’s true.
Not that I put myself in many situations where that was a possible outcome, but even on those rare occasions, I had very little interest. I knew I’d be disappointed, so why bother?
But all that changes tonight.
No. Don’t think that. Baseball stats. I hate baseball.
I blow out a steadying breath as I exit the interstate and turn onto the main road. Two more turns and we’ll be at my house.
Within seconds of turning into my driveway, I’m already out of the vehicle and jogging around the front to help Maggie out. I intertwine our fingers and pull her behind me toward the door as she giggles.
As soon as both of us are over the threshold, I have her against the wall next to the door, both of us sharing harsh breaths filled with desire. My thigh wedges between hers and is immediately warmed by the heat emanating from her core.
I take her lips as she moans into my mouth—both of us as needy and demanding as the other. Not being able to take it anymore, I move my leg and reach behind Maggie’s thighs and lift.
“Ian, no. I’m too heavy!” She yelps even as her arms wrap around my shoulders to hang on.
Settling her juicy thighs around my waist, I press her back against the wall once again.
I angle my hips so we both get some of the friction we are craving.
“First, I don’t give a fuck how much you weigh.
Doesn’t it look like I can lift anything I want?
” I pull back slightly so I can look into her eyes.
When she doesn’t say anything, I shift my hips again and demand, “Answer me.”
She moans and then says, “Yes, it does.”
I lean into her and run my nose up her neck. As I sink my teeth into her earlobe, I almost do what I’ve been fighting not to when her throaty cry hits my ear.
With my lips against her ear, I whisper, “Your body was fucking made for me. I’ve dreamt of it so many times, I should probably be ashamed. But I’m not going to be, because I have a feeling you’ve done the same.”
“Yes, Ian. I have. So many times.”
I don’t waste another second. I grip her thighs and turn away from the wall, loving the way she feels wrapped around me.
My strides are long as I rush toward my bedroom.
When I get next to the bed, I loosen my hold just enough, so her body has to slide down mine.
After carefully removing her glasses so as not to break them, I grab her dress and pull it up over her head.
I throw it across my room as my eyes travel up and down her body. It’s just as perfect as I remember.
Maggie reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting it drop from her fingertips.
It lands next to our feet. Wetting my lips, I bend to take a dusky nipple in my mouth.
Her hands land on the sides of my head as she pulls me tighter against her.
I suck and bite, alternating between her breasts, until we both can’t take any more.
Standing, I relish how she shivers as I take in her gorgeous nipples, glistening in the moonlight.
I lightly run my thumbs over both and receive a low moan in return.
I run my hands down her sides before gripping the thin strap of her thong.
I pull the fabric, tearing it easily with the force.
“Holy shit, I didn’t think people could really do that.” Maggie’s breathless, her tone tinged with lust and amusement.
“I told you when we first met that I’m a man of many talents. That’s just one of them.”
Her breasts shake with her laugh before she turns around and crawls onto my bed, giving me the most glorious view of her ass.
With a groan, I quickly whip my shirt over my head and unbutton my pants.
I push them and my boxer briefs down, and step out, leaving them in a pile with my socks and shoes to follow Maggie onto my bed.
She’s lying on her back, propped up on her elbows with feet planted so her knees are raised. I kneel in front of her calves and run my hands up her legs, from feet to hips, and plant them on the bed. Her knees part easily for me as I lean into them.
Kissing my way up her stomach, I murmur against her silky skin, “I missed you so fucking much.”
“I missed you, too.”
The pain in her voice drags my eyes up to meet hers. She’s watching me with her lips parted, panting breaths leaving her chest in short bursts.
“Have you been with anyone since me? I won’t be mad at your answer.” I pause, hoping she wasn’t lying about not having a boyfriend. “Actually, that’s a lie. But I won’t be mad at you. I will, however, have the urge to murder whoever touched you.”
She bites her lip to hide her smile and shakes her head. “I haven’t been with anyone but you.”
My chest warms as I smirk. “Good answer. Are you still on birth control?”
We already had the safe sex discussion when we were together before, so unless there’s any chance of procreating, I’m sinking into her without any barriers.
She nods.
“I’m not wearing a condom, unless you tell me otherwise.” My head dips, and my tongue swipes up her slit and circles her clit. “It’s been too long. I want to feel you. I want it to be just us. I don’t want anything between us.”
“I want that. I want all of you.” The affection and happiness on her face are almost my undoing.
Anticipation has a shiver running down my back.
I move my way back up her body as she rests her head on the pillow.
As I take her lips in a deep, sensual kiss, her hands settle on my cheeks.
Balancing on one hand, I return the other to her pussy.
I circle her clit until Maggie arches her back into me with a moan, then sink two fingers inside of her wet heat, needing to make sure she’s ready for me.
I’m not sure how gentle I can be tonight.
I need her so bad. But the last thing I ever want to do is hurt her.
When I know she’s ready for me, I kiss her one more time.
Releasing her mouth, I angle my hips and slam them into her.
The cries leave her swollen lips and mix with my groans as they echo through my quiet house.
It feels like absolute blissful heaven being inside her again.
How I ever made it an entire year without her, I’ll never know.
Nor do I ever want to experience that distance again.
She’ll have to try a lot harder to get rid of me this time.
“Ian.”
My name is filled with so much emotion that my eyes find Maggie’s.
She’s looking up at me, and my heart skips a beat through its already racing pace.
I’m not even sure I could define the emotion if my life were on the line.
But it stirs things inside me. Things I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.
But here I am, with her, and everything from a year ago comes rushing back.
I realize pretty quickly that my year-long celibacy isn’t doing me any favors. Shifting my hips, I put more weight on her as I drop down to my elbows. I cup her head in my palms as I smooth her hair away from her face.
“Gorgeous, I need you to come. I won’t last much longer.”
She nods and bites her bottom lip while shifting her hips under me. “I’m so close.”
I slip an arm around her waist and pull her harder against me, then flip us so I’m on my back and she’s straddling me. Maggie smiles, her hands going to my pecs as she circles her hips.
With a groan, I run my hands up her sides and delight in the shiver that ripples through her body. “Mags, I swear on everything good on this earth, you are the sexiest fucking woman I have ever seen.”
As she rocks against me, she breathlessly says, “I guess you aren’t too bad yourself.”
Chuckling, I slip a hand between our bodies and put pressure on her clit as she continues to rock against me. “So beautiful,” I grit out.
As Maggie’s movements become desperate, I soak in the final moments of our reconnecting, knowing every time I wasn’t with anyone else was worth being here with her.
I groan when Maggie’s nails dig into my chest, her body tensing as her cries fill the thick air around us. The flash of pain has me exploding inside of her with a deep groan as her muscles continue to flex around my length. My chest hurts from how hard my heart is beating.
She collapses on top of me, our clammy skin sticking to each other, and my arms wrap around her back, holding her to me as her forehead presses against my chest. Her deep inhale and exhale tickles across my sensitized skin.
“You always smell so good,” she comments quietly. “I missed it.”
I press my lips to the top of her head. “Well, prepare to get sick of it because I plan on being in very close proximity to you as often as possible from here on out.”
Her body shakes against mine with her giggle. “I don’t think I could get sick of it.”
As she shifts, I stifle my groan, my body reacting to her as if it didn’t just come harder than I have in a very long time.
I wrap my arms tighter around her. When I feel her body start to relax against me, I slip into the deepest and most peaceful sleep, filled with dreams of a life I’m once again wishing will be mine.