Chapter 14
fourteen
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Maggie
It’s becoming my favorite thing ever to have a trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom.
I don’t know why; it’s just clothes. But knowing that Dermot wants me so badly he has to undress me before we get to the bedroom is a major turn-on for me.
My ass is nestled against his thighs as he walks me to the bedroom, his mouth on my neck, sucking and nibbling as he tries to touch me everywhere.
My head falls back into his shoulder when he traces the seam of my pussy with his finger.
We didn’t even skate. I didn’t want to share him with anyone after his confession, and he didn’t complain when I asked him to take me back home.
Home.
Us together.
He shuts the door behind him, much to Kip’s dismay, before guiding me to the bed. “We can’t keep locking Kip out,” I say on a moan when he finds my clit.
“He’s too young to see me eating you from behind,” he mutters against my neck. “You’re entirely too wet for me not to devour.”
I don’t even get to say anything before he bends me over, my face hitting the comforter. He runs his hand down my spine, then circles one of my ass cheeks before kissing the other. “I love your body,” he says against the curve of my hip. “You’re fucking stunning, pretty girl.”
I’m breathing hard, my body vibrating, as he pushes my shoulders down a bit so my back arches and my ass is up in the air for him.
“Dermot,” I moan, and he runs his tongue down the crack of my ass.
“I got you, baby,” he says against my heated skin before he kisses down the back of one of my thighs and then the other. I can’t see him, but I can feel him. He slowly lowers to his knees, and he spreads my thighs open before running his tongue from my clit to my entrance in one swoop.
A moan escapes me, but it turns into a strangled gasp when he inserts two large fingers into me. I cry out his name, and he chuckles against my wet flesh. “That’s my good girl. Your pussy sucking my fingers inside you is so damn hot. Give me all those sounds.”
Before I can even comprehend his words, his tongue finds my clit with eagerness.
He swirls it around the nub and then sucks on me as he molds my ass with one hand and the other fucks me slowly but deeply.
He makes a come-here motion inside me with his fingers that has my legs shaking and my voice hoarse as I moan for him.
His grunts and moans are almost as good as the work his tongue is doing to me.
It’s all too much, but then he French-kisses my entrance, sucking and licking me like I’m a yogurt cup and he needs the last little bit at the bottom.
And I come.
Hard.
His name is so loud on my lips, it leaves my ears ringing.
He kisses my pussy, then my ass cheek, before he says, “God, you’re incredible.”
His words warm me from the inside out. I go to fall onto the bed, to recover, but he has other ideas.
Dermot notches himself at my entrance and enters me with one hard, delicious thrust. I grip the comforter, moaning loudly for him as he fills me deeply, wholly.
To the point my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fuck, babe.” My voice is strangled. “You feel so good, so big, so fucking mine.”
He grips my hips before he thrusts deeply once more, grunting in such a dirty way. He kisses the back of my neck, brushing my hair off my shoulder to kiss my ear. “Only yours,” he whispers in my ear, and I turn my head to meet his lips.
What should have been a quick peck isn’t enough.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me and flips me onto my back with no effort, it seems. He covers my body with his, holding my face in his hands as his mouth takes mine in a heated, needy kiss.
Our tongues play, our hearts pounding against each other, and I’m utterly lost for this man.
I thread my fingers through his hair as our legs tangle, and our kiss turns more desperate.
I bite on his bottom lip, and he arches his hips into mine, his cock throbbing against my stomach. “I could come right now, just kissing you. You’re so fucking amazing, Maggie.”
“I told you. I only want you coming inside me,” I remind him before I push him onto his back, straddling his waist. He sits up, grabbing his cock, and I sink down on it as he grabs an ass cheek in his other hand.
Each inch of him has me moaning louder until I’m fully impaled by him.
I gasp for breath when he throbs inside me, and I’m so ready to come again.
He kisses up my neck, then down before capturing my nipple in his lips as I grind against him, chasing my release.
“Fucking hell, babe. You feel like heaven.”
“I’m almost there.”
His eyes meet mine, and he brings his thumb to his lips. He sucks on it before putting it between us and pressing hard into my clit.
And I come like a fucking geyser.
I scream, and I swear I black out.
“Fuck yes, pretty girl. Strangle my cock with this perfect pussy.”
My legs shake next to his hips as he lifts me and brings me down on his cock, each time a bit harder and deeper than the last. His lips brush mine with each motion, and all I can do is hold on as he fucks me into oblivion.
When he comes, he groans my name from his soul as he stills inside me, filling me to the brim.
I kiss his nose, then both his cheeks, before he takes my mouth with his and lies back with me on top of him. My cheek on his chest is soothing as I try to breathe.
We’re both gasping.
Our hearts pounding.
And I’ve never felt so perfect in my life.
I kiss his pec, then run my nose along the hair before cuddling into him. I know he’s leaking out of me, but I don’t dare move. I can’t.
Minutes pass, but neither of us says a word.
That wasn’t sex.
That was making love, and I think we both know it.
“Can I ask you something?” he whispers, and I can’t help but smile.
“Was that the best sex of my life? The answer is yes.”
His chuckle warms my soul as he cuddles me close, kissing my head. “Yeah, same. But that’s not what I wanted to ask.”
I lift my head, pressing my chin into his chest to meet his hooded gaze. “Ask me.”
He just fucked me to within an inch of my life, but he looks unsure. “Do you believe in that lock thing?”
I smile. “I mean, my parents did create it. So yeah, I do.”
He takes a deep breath. “Did you hang a lock with your ex-husband?”
I hold his gaze, shaking my head. “He thought it was dumb.” I refuse to look away as his cheeks redden. “And so do you?”
He cups my face, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “I did until I realized I wanted to hang one with you.”
My lips curve as I kiss his thumb. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” he says gently, stroking my jaw. “A lot has changed since you came into my life.”
“For the good?” I ask hopefully.
“For the great,” he corrects, and then he sighs deeply. “Do you want me to tell you when I fall for you? Like, right away?”
My face breaks into a wide grin. “You’d better tell me first, Doctor.”
His face doesn’t change. He doesn’t smile, and I realize he’s not teasing me.
He’s serious. He swallows hard, and I feel his heart kicking up in speed.
My own heart picks up the pace, chills run down my spine, and my whole body breaks out in gooseflesh as his eyes search mine.
They’re moving so fast between mine, like he’s looking for answers that are already shining just for him.
I know what I’m feeling, but Dermot keeps it all hidden away.
And while I don’t want to rush him, he’s driving me nuts.
Doesn’t he realize his actions speak louder than any words he could ever utter?
No man who wasn’t in love would pay that kind of money to keep me from kissing others. No man who wasn’t in love would make sure my favorite book is on my nightstand before I go to bed or have a pair of his wool socks waiting for me. He doesn’t know how to skate, but he wanted to skate with me.
It could all be too soon, but what if it’s not? What if this is exactly what it’s supposed to be? I dated a man for years and then married him, but he never made me feel even an ounce of what Dermot does.
I hold his gaze, waiting until I can’t.
“I—” I start, but he presses his thumb to my lips.
“Maggie,” he says sternly. “I love you.”
While I have fallen in love with every guy I dated, not all of them fell for me.
Only one man told me he loved me, and he didn’t do it often.
But none of them matters now that Dermot has said those three words to me.
He says it like they’re the three most precious words on earth.
To me, they are, and knowing they are to him has tears burning in my eyes.
I scoot up his chest, gripping his face before pressing my nose to his. “I love you too.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, the tears spilling over. “Yeah.”
He grins, capturing my lips in a passionate and toe-curling kiss. When he pulls back, his eyes are bright, and he looks like the weight of the world has just rolled off his shoulders. He trails his fingers up the back of my neck. “Be my valentine, Maggie Welch.”
I smile against his lips. “I mean, you did purchase the whole time slot with me at the kissing booth. I think I can make that happen for you.”
He grips my ass, and I grin widely at him. “I know you didn’t ask, but I’m yours.”
“Forever?”
His lips turn up in a gorgeous and breathtaking way. “As long as you want me to be.”
“So, forever,” I say with a shrug, and he exhales.
Then I see it on his face. He believes my words; he believes that I want this. Us. His cheeks burn as he nods before he whispers, “I really love the sound of forever.”
“Good.” I smile against his lips. “Because when I look into your eyes, that’s all I see.”