“Maggie,” came the seductive whisper, “don’t turn away from me, girl.” His hand wrapped completely around her head, dwarfing her as if she were a small child, holding her where he wanted. He was so large and she was so small. Never had he felt like he held a fine piece of fragile porcelain. Slowly, he forced her to face him, looking deeply in her brown eyes. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
He lowered his lips to hers, devouring her bottom lip in one swoop. Nibbling at the edges, he gained access to her mouth and groaned. Conall didn’t want to scare her off. But he needed her in the worst way and he was sure that if she’d just press herself against him, she’d feel his hard shaft, would know that his body wanted her much in the same way he was sure she wanted him. The woman acted like a virgin instead of the widow he knew her to be. The deep red color of her hair should indicate her passion ran hot instead of the shyness she displayed with him.
“Open up completely, girl,” he whispered even more seductively than the first time.
Slowly, Maggie closed her eyes…why did she feel like a shy little girl with this man? He wasn’t that much older than her but he was wise in ways she could never understand. And she wanted him. Justin had never told her it could be this way, had never warned her about the hot feeling of need she would get in the pit of her stomach. A need that this man and his body could only fulfill. With her late husband, she had had a nice warm feeling not this burning inferno that threatened to burn out of control.
Almost of their own accord, her mouth opened allowing him full access to its inner recesses. His tongue waged a war with hers and he was determined to keep the upper hand.
The man towered over he but she needed to get as close as she could to him and stood on tiptoes to press her body closer against him. There was no denying the heat they generated. His shaft relentlessly pressed into her belly.
Picking her up as if she were a baby, Conall pressed her into the barn wall, delving deeper into her mouth. Wanting to taste all of her, he pulled himself away and placed hot kisses on her neck
“Put your legs around me,” he murmured, arching her back so that he could reach her breasts. He wasn’t surprised when he heard the tearing of her dress as her legs lifted up to wind themselves around his hips. Slowly as if savoring every moment, he reached under her clothes, wondering again why women felt the need to cover up so much of their body. Gently, he ran his hand on her inner thigh toward the core of her being.
Maggie had never felt this way before…all hot and cold…all in the same instant. Everywhere he put his hand, it was like liquid fire.

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