Page 77 of 6 Clues Your Nemesis Loves You

“Shh.” I don’t want her to say she’s not ready for more from me. Don’t want her to reiterate her fears that I’m linked to the bad memories of her childhood self, or that her fear of losing me one day is bigger than our connection. All I want is for her to feel.

I graze my lips over hers, sultry and slow. Kiss her deeper, showing her how much she’s adored. Confession in motion. She’s part of the permanence I crave. Bursting sunshine in her sauciness, a windstorm of creative energy, lightning strikes of righteous indignation, a rainbow of laughter—that’s the Maggie I want. All her seasons. The wild unpredictability of nature, beautiful and fearsome.

Her hands flex on my neck, sift through my hair. Ever so slowly, she opens her eyes and…fuck. There. That’s what I’ve been missing. A bottomless well of affection beaming up at me. “Can I sleep over tonight?” she whispers.

I guess fairy lights are magic after all. “Only if you promise not to hog all the covers.”

She smiles. “I’ll promise that, if you promise to sleep naked.”

“Maggie.” I give her my sternest face. “I told you. I’m quite shy.”

She tips her head back, laughing, and I swear to God the lights above wink down at me.

chapter twenty-six

Maggie stirs beside me, a tiny shift and stretch that makes me smile. She half groans and half sighs, the pout of her lips so damn cute. Her light eyelashes flutter against relaxed cheeks.

“It’s cold,” she says, her voice husky and sleep-roughened. “Where are the covers?”

“Shh.” I kiss her shoulder. “Don’t move. I’m at three hundred and fifty-four.”

“What?” This shift has more heft to it. Her arm connects lightly with my face. “What are you doing?”

“Counting your freckles. There’s just so many of them. I’m enraptured.” Waking up with Maggie is everything. The way she’s cuddled into me, her leg slung over mine, my hand on her hip, as though I’ve found my place in the world. Like, here I am. Finally. Exactly where I’m supposed to be. Sleeping alone after this will suck.

“You’re annoying is what you are.” She kicks her legs like a tired child. “I need covers.”

I roll on top of her, wrapping her in six-foot-one inches of naked man. “I’ll be your covers.”

Her ugh quickly turns into an ahh as my morning wood finds his favorite place. She wiggles her hips. “Someone’s excited.”

“I’m always excited with you.”

We shift and moan, my shaft gliding over her slickening center. The thrill of rubbing together crackles through me, knowing how good it’ll be when I slide inside. I move down her body, kiss the freckles I was attempting to count, lavish her beautiful breasts and nipples with attention. I fucking love her tits, so full and lush, her pert nipples sensitive as I flick them with my tongue. She moans and clutches my head. Fuck yeah. I nose and kiss her belly, dipping lower to those soft red curls that need their own shrine.

I blow air against her until she squirms. “If you’re cold, I can come back up there.”

She digs her fingers into my hair. “Don’t you dare.”

I chuckle against her and give her slit a long, slow lick. Her hips jerk on a soft moan. I tease her some more, dropping wet kisses and licks to her inner thighs, getting my beard all over her, moving closer to that swollen little nub, then away.

“Lennon.” She squirms and curses. “I need…” She gasps.

I lick the folds flanking all that gorgeous wetness. “What do you need, baby?”

“More.”

“More what?” I bite her thigh.

She trembles against me. “Make me come.”

“My fucking pleasure.”

I run the flat of my tongue up her center, then go in hard, flicking her clit, sliding one then two fingers inside her. I tap that special spot that makes her clench down on me. Work her over the way I’ve learned she loves, getting lost in the taste of her, how responsive she is, her throaty sounds of pleasure until she cries my name and damn near rips out my hair. Then I’m up and over her, pushing in with one deep thrust. I lift her ankles to my shoulders, all of her exposed to me—the bounce of her gorgeous tits, endless freckles I’ll never be able to count. One heart I’m trying my hardest to capture.

“Your pussy is so hot and tight. Fucking perfect.”

“I’m tight because you’re—” she gasps as I thrust deep “—big,” she finishes. “Fuck, you feel good.”