Moonlight for Maggie
September 1, 2012
Maggie sat down on the step and buried her face in her hands. How could she stand there and lie to him like that? She’d never wanted anyone like she did him. Every time he came near her she wanted to reach out and touch him.
Then do something about it.
Tell him. Show him. You’re a big girl; don’t you think it’s time you took control of your life, instead of hiding from it?
Maggie hated it when the voices inside her head made sense. But maybe it was time she took a risk. She stood and headed upstairs. The top step held two options. She could chicken out and hide in her room, or she could do what she really wanted.
She knocked on Paul’s door and waited for him to answer. When he didn’t she opened it anyway. He sat on the edge of his bed with his head resting on his hands. He didn’t look up when she closed the door behind her. She struggled for the right words to say, to tell him how she truly felt. Show him.
She reached up and stroked his hair. She stopped when he tensed. She started to pull away, but his hand caught hers. He pulled her against him and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Paul.”
“I don’t know how to make you understand, Maggie.”
“I do.” Maggie pushed her fingers into his hair and held him tight against her.
“How do I know this is what you want?” He raised his head and stared into her eyes.
Pain and confusion and desire glistened in his eyes. Maggie sensed the depth of each emotion and drew on them. She lowered her head and softly brushed her lips across his. A soft sigh slipped out and blew across his mouth. A second later, his lips crushed against hers. She opened her lips to him and soared with the desperation in his kiss. Shivers of warning followed each stroke of his tongue. His hands moved down to her legs and one at a time pulled them up around him.
“I want to show you where you belong,” he whispered against her mouth.
Maggie turned her face into his neck and took a deep breath. She wanted to belong, more than anything. She pressed her lips against his warm skin and kissed him gently. His head rolled back. She nuzzled his cheek and his day’s growth of whisker brushed against her skin.
Great excerpt. Draws me in and compels me to want to read more. Sounds awesome Karen.