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My heart races in my chest as I lean down to kiss this stubborn, amazing girl in the snow, but she stops me just before we connect. “And it wasn’t love at first sight either. It was better…it was like a fish you have to be patient to catch because there’s no way you’re going to let it get away.”
“God, these fishing puns are turning me on, sparky,” I murmur, and she laughs against my lips. I press my forehead to hers, and add, “You totally caught me hook, line, and sinker.”
The prospect of ice fishing at night definitely intrigues me, but not as much as the prospect of being horizontal with Sam. We tear down his hut in record time and race back to his house like a couple who have been separated for weeks, not days.
He parks his sled in front of his house, and we clumsily begin kissing in the snow as we make our way up the steps and into his cabin. The blast of warm air after a long ride in the dark is almost as great as the warmth building between my legs.
We strip off our winter layers and are down to our underwear when Sam picks me up around the waist. My legs squeeze around his hips, pulling him as close as I can as our mouths fuse, and his tongue sweeps in to taste me.
He turns to walk down the hallway and heads straight for his darkened bedroom. A security light from outside shines down on his delicious-looking bed. In another breath, he pulls the covers back, and I’m laid out on the sheets. He slowly removes my panties and bra, flinging them to the floor with his boxers. The bed dips as he positions himself over me, one hand on either side of my face as he looks down at me naked and trembling beneath him.
“This is the first time I’ve ever done this with someone I love,” he says gently, his eyes full of care and concern. “I want to do this right.”
I reach up and run my hands through his hair, sweeping down to his jaw as he turns to kiss my palm. “This already feels all kinds of right.”
He smiles a satisfied smile, then his face grows serious. “I love you, Maggie.”
“I love you too, Sam.” I reach down and guide him between my legs. With one firm thrust, he fills me, holding himself for a moment while his lips connect with mine.
His back muscles tense and contract as he moves inside me, my body rolling up to meet his as we gyrate against each other, building in speed as we adjust to each other. The fullness of him inside the tightness of me provides the perfect amount of friction.
He dips his head and pulls my nipple into his mouth hard and sharp. I cry out, my hands running through his hair and pulling on his short strands with delicious agony. “Sam, oh my god,” I groan out, my voice deep and overwhelmed as the sensation between my legs rolls through my entire body.
“God, I love your noises,” he murmurs, pressing kisses up my neck until he reaches my lips. “I’ll never tire of them.”
“Don’t stop,” I groan loudly because his voice and his movement inside me are all adding to the climb. To the delirious state of mind I currently find myself in. “Keep going, Sam.”
He thrusts faster, the sounds of our hips slapping together echoing off the walls along with my cries. When he begins to whisper sweet nothings against my skin and then swipes his tongue over my tender, tingling flesh, I feel an unimaginable heaviness flowing between my legs.
“You’re so sexy.”Kiss.“You’re so stubborn.”Kiss.“I’m going to love you forever.” That last one brings tears to my eyes as my dreams grow bigger and brighter and more clear than ever before. The dreams I have with this man—this sweet, honest, soulful man who tells me he isn’t a fairy tale, but he is real—are incredible dreams, but for once, the reality is so much better than the fairy tale.
“God, I love you,” he groans, brushing a kiss along my clavicle.
“More!” I cry, my desire shameless and needy.
“I love you,” he whispers against my shoulder. “I love you,” he whispers on my neck. “I love you,” he whispers in my ear. The tears seeping from my eyes are beautiful and real and wonderful. And when he finishes peppering my entire body with his words, I realize that my dreams were nothing compared to this.
We climax together. At the same time. With the same breath. Our hearts beating as one. I stare up into his eyes and feel as though no two souls could be more connected in the entire world than we are right now.
After we clean up, we return to bed naked and beyond satiated. Sam wraps his arms around me and holds my back to his chest, his breath falling into rhythm with my own.
“I hope you’re ready for all of this,” I state softly, staring out the windows from where my head is propped on a pillow.
“All of what?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder.
“All of me, all the time,” I reply with a sigh. “I’m a lot.”
He tightens his grip around me. “I’m aware.”
“And you know I like to dream,” I reiterate.
His shoulders shake with silent laughter. “Yes, I do, sparky.”
With a nod, I turn over to face him, his eyes glowing in the faint light from outside. “But do you realize you got the tamed down, recapped version of Maggie dreams? Full-on girlfriend dreams are a whole other thing to prepare for.”
He narrows his eyes on me. “Give me your worst.”
My brows lift. “My worst, most delusional, most fanciful dreams that sent the last guy running for the hills?”
