26. Jack
Chapter twenty-six
Jack
I stood in my bathroom between Maggie and the vanity, trying my fucking hardest to keep my sanity at bay.
My beautiful wife, standing before me, had just whispered the most meaningful words I had ever heard.
Ones I never thought I would want to hear a woman say to me.
My mind was in shock, unable to reciprocate the same words back to her, but my body reacted accordingly.
I held her head in my hands and pulled her lips to mine, crashing into them with everything I had been suppressing for the last few months.
I wasn’t holding back anymore. This woman was mine and only mine.
Maggie threaded her hands through my hair, holding onto me like a lifeline, matching her desperation and need for my kiss.
Her mouth molded into mine as if it were the last time we would ever hold each other like this.
Tight grip. Hot breath. An inexplicable spark dancing between us, threatening to ignite.
She kissed me differently than she had before. Everything we did to each other used to be out of pure, carnal lust. Exploration. Curiosity. But this was honest . Everything we had been holding back. At that moment, I needed Maggie, and she needed me.
My grip on her hair tightened as I turned and pressed her into the counter. I let my hands drag from her hair, down her back, and onto her waist. Couldn’t resist running my thumbs along her bump along the way.
I was claiming this woman.
My tongue traced the seam of her lips, begging for entry. A moan escaped them as she parted for me. As soon as she let me in, I ravaged her.
Fuck being gentle. Fuck being sweet. This was Maggie fucking Hennicke I was kissing. My damn wife.
My girl.
I kissed her with every ounce of intensity I had felt for her for months. With the love that we spent so much time tiptoeing around, trying to do what was best for our baby.
It was ironic to think we loved each other—our family—so much that we refused to admit what we felt, so as not to ruin it—and yet, this was exactly what we both wanted.
Consistency. Love. Standing in the fire until the damn house burned down because that was just what you did when you loved someone.
Maggie clutched her fingers behind my neck, and I lifted her onto the counter, pressing my groin into hers.
Our bodies were pinned together from the lips down, and it still wasn’t enough.
She gasped and wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
I tilted her head for better access to her mouth, and her tongue tangled with mine.
Pure, sweet need poured out of me and onto her soft, luscious lips.
I slipped a hand under her— my —sweater and let it run across her soft skin. When I caressed her bump, my cock swelled. I was fucking overcome with possession for this woman.
But I wouldn’t back off now. My fingers gripped the hem of the massive, gray polo sweater she had so sneakily stolen from me and lifted it off her body.
In the split second that it flew behind me, I caught a slight whiff of my scent on the wool mixed with hers—my body wash crossed with her sweet honey—and my cock reared against my zipper.
God, this woman was everything. I needed inside of her now.
Maggie returned the favor, grasping handfuls of my shirt, telling me she wanted it off. I didn’t hesitate. I wanted her to take what she wanted from me all the time.
Her gaze never left mine. “Bedroom,” she whispered between kisses.
Her short nails dragged down the skin of my chest. I reached back to grip her legs secured around my waist, but hesitated when I remembered I hadn’t cleaned up since my game.
I didn’t care, but I wasn’t doing a thing to Maggie without her full enjoyment.
“I haven’t showered yet.”
Maggie groaned into my neck and pressed herself against me. “Then let’s get in the shower.”
I pulled back to see her face. I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not.
She absolutely was.
Fuck me .
Releasing her legs from my waist, I stepped away from the vanity and reached for the shower knob, turning it to the hottest setting. We’d never showered together before, but from the steam that usually escaped her bathroom door, I figured this was what she liked.
The way she watched me was nothing if not sensual. Made me want to forget the shower and slip inside of her right then and there. Alas, I had standards. And making love to my wife for the first time held high ones.
I admired her for all but a few seconds before my restraint snapped like a rubber band.
Her swollen bottom lip was being tortured by her teeth, chewing in anticipation.
Her soft shoulders were taut, embellishing the large swells of her breasts buried in white lace.
Perfect, perky curves that fit her body so perfectly, hanging over her ribs.
But my breathing hitched when my eyes slid to my favorite new feature of hers—the magical bump that protruded from her stomach.
The bump that held our baby. It made me feel like a fucking caveman.
Made the need to claim her a hundred times stronger.
My body shook with need. My hands dragged down her body, blindly finding and unbuttoning her jeans and sliding down the zipper.
A gasp escaped her mouth as my fingertips brushed the sensitive skin on her hips and slid lower to grip her ass.
It was one of my favorite parts of her body, save for her beautiful smile.
She was a horsewoman, meaning she had unmatched muscles throughout her glutes and legs.
Contrary to her tight muscles, her skin was butter-soft.
She became impatient with my gentle, slow movements, restlessly shoving her jeans down her legs and pulling them off her ankles.
Then, she reached for my own and repeated the action.
Her urgency drove me wild. My fingers flew to unclasp her bra, letting her full breasts spill free.
It had been a while since I had seen Maggie bare in front of me—probably not since we hooked up in the guest room of my house all those months ago.
I hadn’t forgotten what she looked like, but damn, was it astonishing to see her body fully exposed again.
My hands brushed across the swell of her breasts, and she inhaled a sharp breath, green eyes glued to mine.
I didn’t dare look down until she was ready.
I kept my gaze with hers because this wasn’t my moment. It was ours.
Our eyes locked on each other, and I think we both said I love you without words, because no one had ever looked at me like that before.
Maggie pulled me in for another hard kiss.
My mouth fused to hers like a magnetic energy I couldn’t fight.
Seemed I never won that battle around her.
My lips traveled across her jawline and down her neck, kissing and nipping her sensitive skin until she moaned my name.
I dragged my tongue across her collarbone before moving lower.
I licked a circle around her nipple, covering it with my mouth, teasing and torturing the other with my fingers.
A sweet melody swam through my ears as Maggie chanted my name and clutched my shoulders. Her fingers tangled in my hair, keeping me connected with her hard peak. My teeth scraped against it while my tongue raced to soothe. I turned my attention to the other breast and repeated my slow torture.
“Jack, you’re killing me,” Maggie admitted breathlessly. While my actions ignored her, I was hard as fucking stone beneath my thin boxers.
She was so close. Only a few slivers of fabric separated us. If I could just tear them out of my way…
My left hand reached down to palm my dick, assuring it that release would ensue.
I groaned and brought my hand to her panties and pressed my thumb to her clit.
A tiny gasp left her lips. God, she was fucking soaked through the tiny scrap of cotton.
I couldn’t wait another second to drag them down her shaking legs.
Her long limbs flew upward, allowing her to toss them to the floor.
Maggie grasped my neck to pull me up to her.
I swept my tongue into her mouth. “Fuck, baby. I could taste you all fucking night, but I’ve got other things to do to you.”
Lifting her off the counter and placing her next to the glass shower door would have been easier, but my girl was dripping and pressed against my cock, and it took every last bit of my self control not to press her against the wall and fix the mess we made.
I made one last move of removing my own undergarments and followed her into the scorching-hot spray. I hissed when the water hit my back.
“Too hot?” she asked, reaching for the knob that adjusted the temperature. I nodded, and she made it slightly cooler, but still warm enough to fog up the glass door.
Once the water wasn’t burning my skin, I placed Maggie beneath it and ran my hands through her luscious brown locks. Her loose waves fell straight when the water drenched them.
She looked too fucking good on display like this.
I needed to take it slow before I embarrassed myself.
My hands tangled in her hair and massaged her scalp, and I kissed her lips, cheeks, ears, and nose.
She giggled when I reached for the shampoo and squirted an unnecessary amount onto my hands.
I shrugged and rubbed them together before running them through her hair, back and forth, until it emulsified into a bubbly mess atop her head.
She hummed and threw her head back, letting the water rinse the lather out of her hair. “I think I like it better when you wash my hair.”
“The only person who should wash your hair, then, is me,” I smirked, but it wasn’t a joke. I never wanted to step into the shower alone now that I’d had one with her.