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not unpleasantly so. Lifting his hand, he ran his fingertips along Maggie’s jawline, and she noticed for the first time how very, very good he still smelled. Tickling his way down to her chin, he asked, “Would you like to make that noise again?”
Maggie was taken off guard by the abrupt change in the tenor of their conversation. She’d thought they were just having fun, two friends catching up on old times. How had all of this suddenly surfaced? Instead of posing that question to Carl, she stared stupidly into his eyes, thinking about how very much she’d like to make that noise again…with him.
He took her hesitation as acquiescence and pressed his mouth to hers. Her arm flew around his neck, and his hands pressed into the small of her back, crushing her to him while she clutched fistfuls of the salt and pepper hair at the back of his head and pulled him closer. He felt so good. It felt right. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed him—the only boy she had ever been serious about.
Carl leaned on Maggie until her back pressed flat on the sofa cushions and he lay on top, his hips cradled between her thighs. She recognized the low growl that rumbled at the back of his throat, the urgency with which he was pressing into her—he didn’t intend to stop at a kiss. Maggie pressed her hands aside his face and pulled his mouth from hers. “What if one of the kids comes down? We can’t do this.”
Gusts of hot breath blew from Carl’s mouth onto her face. “You’ve got a lock on your bedroom door, right?”
His lips were only an inch away and she wanted them back on her. “Yep,” she gasped back.
He rolled off her and stood, reaching for her hand. She threaded her fingers through his and let him lead her upstairs. Whenever a step creaked, he squeezed her hand and stopped, with Maggie leaning into him from behind, trying not to laugh. They finally made into her bedroom with the kids none the wiser. A thought of Evan flickered when Maggie glanced at his corner of the room. But she knew from her conversations with the angel that although he could “see” parts of her life, he wasn’t a voyeur. He’d allow her privacy.
Carl locked the door and helped Maggie pull off her shirt. She returned the favor. She never thought she’d so much as see his naked torso again, yet there she was running her tongue over his lean abs and nipping at his hard chest. When their mouths met again, they were burning hot. Intertwined, they worked out of the rest of their clothing and made their way onto the bed.
When Carl pulled back to look at her, Maggie’s hands went self-consciously to her stomach, which was puffier than last time Carl had seen it. He pushed her hand away and leaned down to take a sensuous bite, clearly not bothered by the modest weight gain. He stayed and played in the general vicinity, and Maggie reveled in his tenderness. Her mind traveled back to how wonderful he’d been to her and the kids during the last several months, how sorry he’d been when the marriage first fell apart, and how he’d said she was the only girl he’d ever been serious about.
He slid into her, and she was taken to a different universe, one Carl had taken her to many times before, but not in a very long time. Maggie moved with him, and they were in perfect sync. She reflected on how far they’d both come in the last two years. They were the new and improved Carl and Maggie. He smiled down at her. She was prepared to love him again, better than she ever had before. She was finally ready to truly forgive him.
Carl grasped her around the waist and flipped them so that he sat back on bended legs with Maggie straddling him. It was one of Maggie’s favorite positions and one they hadn’t ventured anywhere near in the few years before they’d split. The pleasure as he drove into her was intense, but she restrained her volume because of the kids. Besides, if she let herself go at full force, for all she knew her guardian angel
Maggie was taken off guard by the abrupt change in the tenor of their conversation. She’d thought they were just having fun, two friends catching up on old times. How had all of this suddenly surfaced? Instead of posing that question to Carl, she stared stupidly into his eyes, thinking about how very much she’d like to make that noise again…with him.
He took her hesitation as acquiescence and pressed his mouth to hers. Her arm flew around his neck, and his hands pressed into the small of her back, crushing her to him while she clutched fistfuls of the salt and pepper hair at the back of his head and pulled him closer. He felt so good. It felt right. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed him—the only boy she had ever been serious about.
Carl leaned on Maggie until her back pressed flat on the sofa cushions and he lay on top, his hips cradled between her thighs. She recognized the low growl that rumbled at the back of his throat, the urgency with which he was pressing into her—he didn’t intend to stop at a kiss. Maggie pressed her hands aside his face and pulled his mouth from hers. “What if one of the kids comes down? We can’t do this.”
Gusts of hot breath blew from Carl’s mouth onto her face. “You’ve got a lock on your bedroom door, right?”
His lips were only an inch away and she wanted them back on her. “Yep,” she gasped back.
He rolled off her and stood, reaching for her hand. She threaded her fingers through his and let him lead her upstairs. Whenever a step creaked, he squeezed her hand and stopped, with Maggie leaning into him from behind, trying not to laugh. They finally made into her bedroom with the kids none the wiser. A thought of Evan flickered when Maggie glanced at his corner of the room. But she knew from her conversations with the angel that although he could “see” parts of her life, he wasn’t a voyeur. He’d allow her privacy.
Carl locked the door and helped Maggie pull off her shirt. She returned the favor. She never thought she’d so much as see his naked torso again, yet there she was running her tongue over his lean abs and nipping at his hard chest. When their mouths met again, they were burning hot. Intertwined, they worked out of the rest of their clothing and made their way onto the bed.
When Carl pulled back to look at her, Maggie’s hands went self-consciously to her stomach, which was puffier than last time Carl had seen it. He pushed her hand away and leaned down to take a sensuous bite, clearly not bothered by the modest weight gain. He stayed and played in the general vicinity, and Maggie reveled in his tenderness. Her mind traveled back to how wonderful he’d been to her and the kids during the last several months, how sorry he’d been when the marriage first fell apart, and how he’d said she was the only girl he’d ever been serious about.
He slid into her, and she was taken to a different universe, one Carl had taken her to many times before, but not in a very long time. Maggie moved with him, and they were in perfect sync. She reflected on how far they’d both come in the last two years. They were the new and improved Carl and Maggie. He smiled down at her. She was prepared to love him again, better than she ever had before. She was finally ready to truly forgive him.
Carl grasped her around the waist and flipped them so that he sat back on bended legs with Maggie straddling him. It was one of Maggie’s favorite positions and one they hadn’t ventured anywhere near in the few years before they’d split. The pleasure as he drove into her was intense, but she restrained her volume because of the kids. Besides, if she let herself go at full force, for all she knew her guardian angel
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