Maggie Moves On(85)
“I don’t have a pocket.”
Which translated to no condom.
“I’m on the pill,” she said, licking water droplets off her lips.
He stilled against her, looking more serious than she’d ever seen him. “Are you okay with me inside you with nothing between us?”
Was she? It seemed like the day for out-of-character adventure. Her body responded with a resounding “Hell the fuck yes.” She nodded, wide-eyed and ready to die from anticipation.
“Hang on to me,” he said, his voice rougher than the rocks at his back.
She tightened her arms around his neck and buried her face there when he guided his cock to her opening. Her body was revved on adrenaline. She hoped she’d survive it. Then when he fed the first inch into place, she decided she didn’t care as long as she could have him inside her.
“No, darlin’. You’re gonna look at me,” he ordered, his voice sounding strained.
She lifted her head and met his gaze. Those gray eyes had a fire in them. In one swift, short thrust, he slammed himself home.
Her cry echoed off the rock above them as he filled her. They watched each other through heavy lids as he pumped into her while nature flowed all around them. She became part animal as her body gave itself over to the biology, the innate need for him. When he held her by the hips and used his grip to speed the pace, she bowed back.
The edge of the wall of warm water rushed over her hair and down her back as the man moved inside her. Harder and faster. Thick and undeniable.
She was overwhelmed, overtaken by nature. She couldn’t wait to get where they were going and, at the same time, never wanted it to end.
When he dipped his head to pull a nipple into his mouth, she hitched her legs higher and reveled in the change of angle. That tight bundle of nerves was exposed, and every brush against the flat of his abs was like lightning in her system.
“Silas!”
“I can feel you getting ready to come, darlin’. Don’t you fucking hold back on me.”
She couldn’t if she wanted to. The only thing her body wanted was to climax.
He was pumping into her relentlessly. All she could do was cling to him. His gaze was fixed on her breasts as they moved with each thrust. With nothing between them, she felt him grow impossibly thicker in her, felt his muscles tense under her hands, beneath her legs.
Every pump was accompanied by an animalistic grunt from his throat. He was so close to coming it made her lightheaded.
“You better fucking come right now,” he growled.
The threat worked. Because the second he slammed into her to the hilt, the second she felt the first jet of his release as it loosed inside her, she came.
It was everything. Like fireworks and an earthquake. A tidal wave and a detonation. Her body went off around Silas as he came into her very depths. Part of her knew that her body was made for more than enjoying sex. But in the moment, she felt like she’d realized a beautiful truth, that there was a magic achieved together. A miracle of chemistry and biology and nature.
His shout of victory rang in her ears. Her hips were held in a bruising grip as he stayed buried inside her. Being forced to hold still made the volcanic activity erupting in her core even stronger.
They rode out aftershocks together, arms wrapped tight around each other. Maggie trembled against him as he stroked his hand over her wet hair and whispered sweet words of praise in her ear. He kissed her softly, sweetly. Tasting her mouth and skin with his tongue.
When he finally withdrew from her, her body still felt full and used and oh so good. He drew her to the ledge so she could hang on. When he was sure she was safe, he levered himself up to sit on the ledge.
What a picture he made, his half-hard cock lying heavily against his thick thigh, as if deciding whether to harden again or not. Water droplets clung to his chest and his hair. His stubble was more beard now than it had been two days ago. He looked like he belonged here under the waterfall in the wild.
And for once, Maggie felt like she might belong, too.
31
“You just wanted me to buy this so you don’t have to spend another night on the cot,” Maggie accused him three efficient hours later as the movers assembled the bed rails in her room under Kevin’s watchful eye.
She couldn’t decide if she was horrified or delighted with the purchase.
“Every other person in this house has an actual bed,” Silas argued. “Why shouldn’t you have one?”
“You already talked me into it once,” she pointed out. And she was having a hard time regretting it when she saw the weathered dark wood of the headboard go up against the cloud gray of the wall. The kittens darted into the room to check on the action and then raced out again.
The buying hadn’t stopped there. She’d snapped up a rug, in deeper blues, and twin nightstands with drawers painted a dark gray with absolutely frivolous crystal knobs. Nirina and Kayla had made a gift of crisp cotton sheets in a clean white and a duvet in navy. Then she’d dragged Silas to the furniture store they’d recommended over in Abileen and fallen in love with a deep-cushioned couch and matching armchair for the soon-to-be TV room.
On her way out of the store, she’d gotten Cody’s text. An 86 on his trig quiz. The kid had used three exclamation points. She’d hit Buy It Now on the new laptop she’d been eyeing for him. He could use it for school and work rather than her clunky old one, which had to be restarted every hour or two, she reasoned. It was an investment.