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Maybe too quick since I didn’t have time to come up with a plan for how to go about kissing Maggie for the first time.
But once we’re alone in our room, it’s too late to overthink it.
This is it, the moment of truth.
I sit down on the foot of the bed while Maggie buzzes around the room like a nervous bee.
“The bathroom is huge!” she calls out. A moment later, “And we have robes!”
“Nice,” I call back. I wouldn’t mind spending the week with both of us wearing nothing but those.
No, even they would be too much clothing.
“Crap. There’s no hair dryer,” she complains before returning to the bedroom. “I’ll have to call down and ask someone to bring one up.”
On her way past me to the phone on the nightstand, I grab her wrist to pull her to a stop and get to my feet.
“What are you—”
“I thought we should go ahead and get the kiss over with. You seem a little…nervous even though you’re usually the one who is up for anything.”
“Nervous? Why would I be nervous about a kiss? I’ve done it thousands of times,” She half laughs and half scoffs in a rush as she braces her palms on my chest while staring down at the buttons.
“Not with me,” I remind her.
When I cup the sides of her face in my palms, tilting her head up, her warm brown eyes finally look up at me while her teeth worry her lower lip. I swoop down to kiss her before I can second-guess myself.
After ten years of wondering, I press my lips to hers once, twice. Maggie goes so still, I’m not sure if she’s breathing. I’m a nervous wreck as I wait for her reaction. Any reaction.
On the third soft kiss it’s like all the strings holding her up are finally cut loose. Her entire body goes boneless and her lips part on a gasp, allowing me entry.
The second she kisses me back, everything inside me unravels.
Maggie’s fingers fist my shirt and then she’s going up on her toes, kissing me right back even harder, as if nothing is holding her back anymore.
As if she’s wanted to do this for as long as I have.
She practically rips my shirt open to keep my mouth on hers. Not that I would mind.
This is exactly why I’m glad we were alone for the first kiss. It’s going to be impossible to stop.
I should stop.
To make sure we’re on the same page. When I pull back, Maggie surges forward and tugs on my shirt collar to keep kissing me.
That’s all the confirmation I need to know that she wants to keep going.
Releasing her face so I can touch more of her, I slide my palms down her sides and around to pull her closer.
Not just closer. As soon as I heft her up my body, her legs lift and wrap around my waist, completely surprising me.
I’m so caught off guard that I stumble back a step. The back of my legs hit the bed, and I fall back on it with Maggie riding me down and making a sound of approval when I groan at the contact.
That’s when the bed lets out a loud creak and jolts, tossing us to the left side when it collapses.
I wrap my arms around Maggie tighter to keep her from falling onto the floor.
Her eyes open wide, meeting mine in silent question.
