Page 166 of The Havenport Collection

Josh

I took in her beautiful, tear-stained face, at a loss for what more I could say. How could I make her understand that I saw her, I understood her, and I would never neglect her again?

Knowing I’d said all I could but worrying it still wasn’t enough, I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed her face, cupping it with both palms, and kissed the hell out of her.

After a minute of angry, aggressive kissing, she pushed at my chest, and I stumbled back a step.

“What the fuck, Josh? We were talking.”

“You were shouting, actually,” I said, inching closer, desperate to kiss her again. “And it’s incredibly sexy. I miss this passion, this fire inside you. It’s been so long.” And it was hot. My sweats could barely contain my raging erection. I needed her in my arms as soon as possible.

“You are infuriating,” she screamed, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Back atcha, babe. You are making me fucking crazy right now. What else do I have to do to prove to you I’ve changed?”

“I don’t know. Maybe not act like an asshole,” she seethed.

“How else can I get you to listen? You are so fucking stubborn.”

She turned her back to me and stared out the windows at the snowfall, her voice going quiet. “You ignored me, Josh. I’m a woman—”

“Let me stop you right there,” I said, caging her in with my arms and lowering my lips to her neck.

“You’re not just a woman. You are my woman,” I whispered as she moaned and sagged against me.

Her body was coiled tight; she needed release.

“And I can only say sorry so many times. Let me show you.” I brushed my lips against the spot below her ear I knew she loved, forcing her anger to melt away incrementally with each kiss.

Outside, the blizzard swirled, reducing visibility and making it feel like we were inside a snow globe.

I thrust my rock-hard cock against her ass and nipped at her skin.

“See what you do to me, Maggie? See how much I want you all the time? I’ve been out of my mind for the past year.

Seeing you and not touching you. Going home to my sad apartment and fucking my fist, praying that I could one day be good enough to win you back. ”

“Sex isn’t going to fix things,” she said softly, sadly, as I tugged on her hair to give me more access.

“Darling,” I said, my voice husky with desire, “we’ve already tried yelling, so maybe it’s time to try fucking.”

She groaned, and I moved my hand up under her sweatshirt, cupping her breast and roughly stroking her hardened nipple.

“You can yell and scream as much as you want when I’m inside you,” I said, sliding my other hand into the waistband of her sweats. Perfection. No panties.

She spread her legs, giving me more access. “I enjoy yelling at you,” she purred. “It would be my literal pleasure to recite everything you’ve done wrong in the last decade. It would take me a few days, but I’m sure I could produce an impressive list.”

She moaned as I dropped to my knees behind her, sliding her pants over her hips as I went.

I stroked between her shoulder blades, gently pushing until she was bent forward, her hands on the window. Kissing and biting her lower back, I painstakingly made my way to my destination, teasing her with each touch and savoring her giggles as my stubble tickled her.

Then I ducked between her legs, licking her folds and gently rubbing her clit with my thumb.

“Josh,” she moaned, “what are you doing?” Her breath was ragged and her legs shook, giving me more resolve to continue the torture.

“I’m taking care of my woman,” I replied, sucking her clit and stroking her steadily.

Her moans and gasps spurred me to quicken my pace, curling my finger to hit that special spot that drove her wild.

Within a minute, she was detonating, riding my face and screaming my name as she came.

She was glorious when she was uninhibited like this, her hair and eyes wild, her body flushed and pliant.

I could never resist her—in this lifetime or the next. I wish she could understand that.

“Josh,” she said, breathing heavily. “That was—”

I stood up and stole her words with a passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back desperately, her tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine.

She pushed me back and bit her lip with a coy smile.

“Josh?”

“Yes?” I asked, one eyebrow cocked at the lust emanating from every inch of her.

“Take your fucking pants off.”

I almost tripped over myself to get my sweats off, desperate for more contact. Her hands were all over me before I could get them past my knees, caressing my abs and stroking my cock.

At the large sofa, she bent over the arm, looking at me over her shoulder. The fire in her eyes almost sent me over the edge.

I stroked my hard length between her legs, making sure to hit her swollen clit.

“What are you waiting for?” she demanded.

“Tell me, Maggie. Tell me how much you love me.”

“Jesus, Josh, just shut up and fuck me already.”

I laughed. I loved when she got bossy in bed. Taking in the visual of her bent over and spread out for me, I stroked myself from base to tip.

“Nope,” I said. “Not until you tell me how much you missed me. How much you’ve missed this. Because this kind of connection, Maggie, it’s bigger than each of us. It’s everything.”

She turned around and popped up on her toes, wrapping her arms around my neck and tipping her chin until she held my gaze intently. “Of course I’ve missed you, Josh. Most days I wake up alone in our bed aching like I’m missing a limb. Is that what you want to hear?”

I kissed her and smiled. “Yes.”

“And I missed your massive cock too,” she said, winking at me.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea how much he’s missed you.” I spun her around and eased inside her, pausing to revel in the feel of my wife. But once I moved, my pace turned erratic and frenzied.

Maggie moaned, begging for more. The intensity all but overtook me, and I struggled to maintain my control.

Her release was building, her inner muscles squeezing me with every frantic thrust. This was so much more than sex; it was the culmination of our year apart and a celebration coming back together.

I caressed the skin at her hip, sliding a hand around to rub her clit in the slow rhythm she loved and was rewarded when she careened over the edge moments later.

“Yes. I feel you, Maggie. I feel you coming. There’s nothing in the world better.”

My own orgasm built quickly as she pulsed around me, blasting from my toes to my ears. We rode out the waves together, slowing our pace, and collapsed in a sweaty heap on the sofa, a mess of tangled limbs.

Maggie pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around us as I held her, mesmerized by the fire and the familiar weight of her in my arms. My heart rate slowed to normal gradually while I worked to wrap my mind around the things we had said and done to each other.

She cupped my cheek and kissed me gently. “That was pretty impressive. What happened to the awkward nerd I fell in love with?”

I pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head. “I’m still here. I’ve just learned a few things about pleasing my lady.”

“You’ve always pleased me, Josh.”

“Aw, shucks. But in the old days, I couldn’t last that long.”

She giggled. “Remember the night we lost our virginity?”

“How could I forget one of the most incredible nights of my life?” I asked. “Also, I almost came just putting on the condom and lasted a whole twenty seconds after that.”

She snuggled up closer. “But you made it up to me after.”

“I’ll always make it up to you, Maggie. That’s a promise.”