Ben & Maggie

Later that evening, settled into their suite at a luxurious hotel in

Phoenix, their honeymoon luggage set by the door with one

shared overnight bag all they needed for the night, Ben reached for

her. “Champagne, darling?”

“Thanks, but I think I’ve had enough.” She ran gentle fingers

along his jaw.

“You looked incredibly beautiful today, my beloved wife. I mean,

you are gorgeous every day, but today you literally took my breath

away.”

“Ditto,” she whispered huskily, kissing his neck. “When I saw you

standing there, looking so incredibly handsome, I was afraid I might

faint. I fear I’ve broken many women’s hearts today.”

“Baloney.” He smoothed back her hair and removed the few clips

that held remnants of desert flowers.

Maggie turned. “Can you give a girl a hand getting out of her

dress?”

“Is there a surprise underneath?”

“Hmm, maybe. I bought a lacy little thing for tonight, but—”

“Let’s save it for the honeymoon, okay? I want you too much to

wait.”

As her dress fell round her ankles, she turned back to him,Emma’s Dream 255

unhooking her bra and dropping it. “Speaking of the honeymoon, it’s

time to ’fess up. I know you had Dara pack for me and I wasn’t

supposed to look, but I did peek. Mostly warm-weather clothes and

not many of them.”

“I predict that we will spend very little time in clothes,” he

whispered, and he captured her full lips in deep kiss. He cupped her

breasts and teased her nipples.

“Oh? Won’t that shock the neighbors?”

“We won’t have any neighbors. We’ll be on an island, my love, in

the Seychelles, only us and very discreet cook who will be dropping

off food and provisions each day. There’s housekeeping if we want it,

but my vote would be no, since I want you all to myself every minute

of every day.”

“Oh, Ben Morgan, I want you so badly it hurts.”

“You have me, my love, now and for the rest of our lives.” As his

hand traveled down her stomach, fingers slipping between her legs,

he looked down. “Why Maggie Williams, are those lace panties? On a

cowgirl, no less?”

“You bet your gorgeous ass,” she said, allowing him to slip them

off as she dived into a sea of sensation, his lips and fingers setting her

on fire. “And it’s Maggie Morgan to you, cowboy, and don’t you

forget it.”

Ben stilled. His hands held her motionless and his eyes stared

down at her. “Are you serious? I thought you wanted to keep the

name Williams?”

She smiled up at him, eyes full of love. “Emma and I talked it over

and we agreed. We want to be Morgans, for now and forever.”

“In that case, come here, Ms. Morgan, and let me get

acquainted.”

Suddenly shy, Maggie looked up at him, then wrapped her fingers

around his erection, stroking and caressing.

“Oh, no, you don’t, my darling. The first time, we’re doing this

together.”

Tears rimmed her eyes and Maggie’s arms circled his neck as Ben

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drinking her, devouring her until she was delirious with wanting

him.

“Please, Ben, I need you now, inside me,” she moaned.

He shifted slightly and, hands under her, plunged into her

depths, holding tight as he pumped and withdrew with wild

abandon.

Maggie climaxed more quickly than she ever had, and she clung

to him, every fiber of her being begging for more. She buried her

fingers in his hair, keeping him close. Ben groaned as his climax

matched her own, the two of them crying out in a thundering release

as they fell to the bed, wrapped around one another, wanting to stay

as one forever.

Breathless, he nuzzled her neck, kissing her sweetly. “I thought

we’d made love before, but that was beyond amazing. If this is what

happens when you get married, let’s repeat the ceremony every day.”

“Hmm,” she murmured. “It was pretty amazing, wasn’t it? Want to

see if we can top it?” Her voice was teasing as she stroked his side and

buttocks.

Laughing, he withdrew and sat up, gazing down at his beloved,

her thick chestnut tresses spread out on the silk coverlet. “You want to

kill me before the honeymoon begins?”

“Not a chance. Have I mentioned how much I love your chest?”

She stroked him, hands moving lower.

“I didn’t think I could love you any more than I have this past

year, but you’ve made me happier than any man deserves, Maggie

Morgan.”

“And you deserve to be happy, my love.”

“We deserve to be happy,” he said, bending to kiss the tip of her

nose. “And so does our incredible daughter.”

“So, what do you say, cowboy? Wanta to see if married sex is still

great the second time?”

“Can I recover for a few minutes first?”

“Well, okay,” she whispered, snuggling into his arms. “But don’t

wait too long. I don’t feel the same with you over there and me overEmma’s Dream 257

here.” She smiled up at him, eyes mischievous. “You know,

disconnected and all.”

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too, my darling husband. And I was only kidding.

Take all the time in the world to recover. We have the rest of our

lives.”

“I like the sound of that, but my dearest wife, I can’t wait that long.

Come here, Ms. Morgan, and let me see what this cowboy can do for

an encore.”

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