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  As soon as we were inside, I released her hand and went straight for the heater, cranking it as hot as it would go. Maggie stood in the middle of the room, hugging herself and shaking from head to toe. Putting her in the shower wasn’t ideal, but I couldn’t think of another way, so I grabbed the bag with her underwear and sweats and led her to the bathroom.

  I started the water, and while waiting for it to warm up, I helped her out of her wet clothes—not daring to remove her panties. Granted, they were white and completely soaked through, so it didn’t make that much of a difference—yet in my head, it did.

  “What’s with you and your need to get every pair of jeans wet? I hope the others have dried by now, because if not, you’ll only have sweats to wear. And I was hoping to take you to dinner at the bar next to the front desk.”

  “Oh, yeah? Why? To get me drunk? At least it won’t cost you much.”

  I laughed and tugged her shirt over her head, only to choke when I realized she hadn’t worn a bra. Thank God for the hoodie she’d had on all day, or I wouldn’t have been able to focus while driving.

  “Trust me, I’m definitely not buying you any alcohol. They serve actual food—not sure why they call it a bar, though. I browsed the menu and it looks pretty good.” I checked the water temperature again, and finding it warm enough, I helped her over the ledge of the tub. With the shower curtain in my hand, I said, “Hurry up and thaw out. I’m starving.”

  She wrapped her fingers around my wrist, preventing me from pulling the curtain closed. “You’re freezing, too. Get in here and we can kill two birds with one stone.”

  “Nah-uh. Not gonna happen.”

  “We won’t do anything.”

  Even if I believed her, I didn’t trust myself—especially not after kissing her. “Hurry and I’ll get in when you’re done.” And with that, I whipped the curtain shut and stepped out of the bathroom.

  After changing into my sweats and standing in front of the heater, I no longer needed a shower to warm up. And within a few minutes, I was perfectly fine with just a blanket draped over my bare shoulders. Maggie came out in nothing but a white T-shirt. No bra. No sweats. And I only prayed she had on panties. Suppressing my groan, I slipped the blanket off my shoulders and wrapped it around her, to which she rolled her eyes.

  She grabbed her bag from the closet and sat in the middle of the bed. I watched her for a moment, and something about the way her wet hair framed her face made it difficult to focus on anything else. But when she pulled her phone from the front pocket on her bag, I snapped out of it and headed to the bathroom.

  I needed out of here if I planned to make it to Florida without giving in. Granted, she hadn’t pushed me, and the kiss we shared earlier was much tamer than I was used to. However, now that I’d tasted her lips, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the other places on her body I longed to explore. And it reminded me of her offer to stay with her after she got to her grandfather’s house. For reasons I couldn’t understand, I found myself giving it real consideration. I wanted to believe it was because I didn’t really have anywhere else to go—other than turning myself in. Regardless, I couldn’t deny that my need to stay with her surpassed selfish desperation.

  I flushed the toilet and washed my hands before heading into the room, where I found Maggie exactly where she was when I left. This time, her backpack was on the floor and her phone no longer in her hands.

  “Are you gonna put some pants on?” I asked, leaning against the edge of the dresser opposite her. Actually, I was almost sitting on it, needing to grip the ledge to keep from going to her and gathering her in my arms.

  “What if we ordered and ate it in here? We have cable, so we can eat in bed while watching a movie or something.”

  “Is that really what you want? Didn’t you just tell me you were feeling trapped, and that’s why you went to lay out in the rain?”

  “Well, yeah…but now I’m just feeling lazy. That hot shower relaxed me.”

  “Okay, let me see if we have a menu.” I found a few flyers sitting on top of the table near the door. It was farther away from Maggie than the dresser, so I took a seat in one of the chairs to look over the lime-green paper. “What are you in the mood for?”

  “Anything. I don’t really care.”

  I continued to browse the options without paying much attention to what they offered. Maggie climbed off the bed and came toward me, probably to take a look at it with me, and because of that, it was like I’d lost my ability to read.

  To my surprise, she had no intention of looking at the menu. She slipped it from my grasp and then set it on the table, her eyes never leaving mine. And in them, I found a fire so hot I was sure to get burned.

  “M-Maggie…” I mumbled, unable to catch my breath.

  My brain told me to push her away, except my body didn’t listen. I held her by the hips just as she straddled my lap, and when her lips covered mine, there wasn’t a single thought left in my head. She didn’t grind against me or move her hands below my shoulders. Her fingers remained locked behind my neck, as if holding on. Honestly, this wasn’t much different than what we did by the pool—other than the way we were positioned and the fact there was a bed ten feet away.

  “Maggie, wait.” I pulled my head back to look into her eyes. “We said we wouldn’t do this.”

  “We’re only kissing, Talon.”

  “And then what?”

  She shrugged and brought her lips closer, just enough to whisper against mine, “Whatever we want.”

  I allowed her to lay claim to my mouth, telling myself I’d give her this one kiss. And while I tried to buy enough time to regain control of the situation, I grazed her outer thigh with my palm. It had been meant to grab ahold of her in a way to stay in the moment versus letting myself get lost in her touch. Except it backfired. As soon as my fingertips met the flesh of her ass, I realized she didn’t have on panties, and all my blood rushed south and settled into my groin.

  “Maggie, sweetheart…I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m sorry…this isn’t just kissing. I’m trying to do the right thing here, and that won’t happen while you’re sitting on my lap in nothing but a shirt.” I couldn’t catch my breath, and the lack of oxygen practically made me dizzy.

  She shoved herself off me so fast I didn’t have enough time to get my bearings straight and stop her. It was obvious she was pissed or hurt, probably thinking I’d turned her down, when really, I needed to hit pause before I hauled her to the bed. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around her wrist to keep her from taking off before I had a chance to explain—plus, my dick was so hard I doubted I’d be able to stand.

  “Don’t be mad.”

  “I’m not.” As convincing as her expression was, I could vividly hear the lie in her tone. “You said you can’t do this, so I stopped.”

  “We’ve talked about this, Maggie. While we agreed we wouldn’t worry about the boundaries, we also said they were still there and we’d do our best to keep from crossing them. I can only handle so much before I cave.”

  She stepped between my parted legs, held onto my shoulders, and brought her forehead to mine. “I refuse to be like all the other girls who throw themselves at you. And I really don’t want to make you feel like shit for being with me. I just need to feel something more than loneliness right now.”

  My hands rested on the sides of her legs, just above her knees, and for some reason, this seemed far more intimate than when she’d straddled me. With my eyes closed, all I could do was feel her around me like she was the air I needed to breathe.

  “Why are you lonely right now?” I whispered, unable to speak any louder.

  “I guess thinking about my family has a way of doing that.”

  “Then let’s talk about something else.” It was the only suggestion I could come up with that might help her situation without taking our clothes off.

  “I can’t think of anything other than how it would feel if you touched me.”

  “I am touc
hing you.”

  She shook her head against mine. “No. Higher.”

  Somehow, I’d convinced myself that if I gave her what she needed, it would be enough. That I had control of the situation. I could do as she asked and then be done. It wasn’t logical; the problem was…I wasn’t working on all cylinders at the moment. So I slowly slipped one hand up her inner thigh, beneath the hem of her shirt, and then trailed my fingertips around the spot she needed me the most. Her breaths grew heavier and brushed across my face as desperation sank in.

  “Talon…” she pleaded, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Not waiting for me to fully give in to her, she moved her knee to my thigh, opening herself up more. “Please, Talon…please.”

  I dropped my head back enough for her mouth to find mine, and the second I ran my finger through her damp slit, I swallowed her throaty moan. I now held onto her hip while she attempted to chase after what she wanted, rolling her bottom half toward my hand. Except, the moment I grazed her clit, I wasn’t interested in teasing her anymore. The sounds she made, the way she gripped my shoulders, the desperation in her kisses…they spurred me on until my only purpose was to make her come.

  I slipped my middle finger inside her, cupped her mound, and pumped into her, as if I were fucking her with my dick. The faster I went, the hotter she became. And the harsher I stroked, the closer to her peak she got. I was so aroused it was almost painful, but I fought to push those thoughts aside long enough to get her off. If I had to finish myself in the shower, then so be it, just as long as Maggie got what she needed.

  And then she came.

  Hard.

  Moaning against my lips and writhing against me.

  It was the single hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.

  We both panted against each other with our mouths close yet not touching. And just when she came down enough to move on, she surprised me again. And this time, there was no way in hell I could’ve turned her down.

  Maggie

  It was too late to turn back now. I’d come this far, and even though Talon had made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t interested in crossing that line, I couldn’t find the strength I needed to stop until I was completely satisfied. He’d gotten me off, yes…it just wasn’t enough. If anything, it was the appetizer, and I was hungry for the whole meal.

  When I climbed onto his lap again, I couldn’t ignore the hardness pressed against the spot I needed it the most. Without thinking, I rocked against it and slowly took his mouth with mine. He didn’t fight me off or beg me to stop when I slid along his shaft with his guidance. Except it only served to make the lingering pulses of my orgasm taunt me until feeling him through his sweatpants wasn’t enough.

  “I need more, Talon.” Fear crippled my voice; I was certain he was about to turn me down.

  Instead, my anxiety quickly morphed into anticipation when he lifted me, pulling himself to his feet, and then carried me to the bed. Still, that didn’t mean anything. This very well could’ve been his way to get me off him.

  Once he had me on my back, his body between my legs, he pulled away slowly. And with each inch he put between us, my heart cracked, and the fissure opened even more. It was only a matter of time before it shattered into a million pieces. Thankfully, he didn’t let it get that far before he lifted my shirt over my head, leaving me completely bare beneath him. His lips trailed from my stomach to my chest, where he sucked one nipple while pinching the other between his fingers. I couldn’t hold in the gravelly moan any longer, letting it flood the room like a soundtrack to what he did to my body.

  Somehow, he’d gotten his pants past his hips, and then pulled away long enough to kick them the rest of the way off. Seeing what I had only been able to imagine made me even more desperate, yet nothing tempted me as much as the sight of him stroking himself, his gaze locked on me.

  There was no, “Are you sure?” or “Tell me now if you want me to stop.” Instead, he held himself above me and, using his grip on his shaft, dragged the crown of his dick through my folds and teased my throbbing clit. I never knew how seductive that could be until now, and all it did was increase my impatience.

  “Talon…please,” I begged, not caring how pathetic it sounded.

  “Shh, sweetheart. I have to make sure you’re wet enough.”

  I wasn’t sure how much wetter he possibly expected me to get. Regardless of how much I enjoyed what he was doing, if he didn’t move it along, there was a good chance I’d go crazy. Then, he pressed the head of his erection against my entrance, only adding enough pressure to tease me.

  “Ready, baby?” His raspy voice fanned across my throat, leaving behind gooseflesh on my skin. I nodded, which apparently, wasn’t enough for him, because he said, “I need to hear you say it so I know you won’t regret this later.”

  Had I not been so desperate for him, those words might’ve broken me. But at this point, I couldn’t think about anything other than what he would feel like inside me. “Yes, Talon. I’m ready. I’ve been ready.”

  And in one move, he pulled his hand from between my legs and pushed into me. My entire body coiled tight around the pressure. I’d never felt so full in my life. It stole the air from my chest, reminding me of what it was like to have the wind knocked out of me.

  Talon stilled and turned his face toward mine. “I need you to relax, sweetheart. If you don’t, I won’t be able to get all the way in.” There was no way he wasn’t all the way inside me. If he added more, I’d explode. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”

  It took a moment to calm my shaky nerves. And once I released my death grip on him, it was enough for him to completely push himself in. As soon as he started to move, the pressure became bearable—no, more than bearable. It sparked a sense of pleasure I wasn’t aware was possible. It was better than what he’d done to my clit, more than his finger inside me. It lit a fire low in my belly and brought it to life with each stroke until my skin burned and my breath became trapped in my chest.

  “That’s it, baby. Fuck…” he growled into my neck. “Come on, sweetheart. Let go. You feel so fucking good. I’m not sure I can hold on much longer.”

  I gripped his biceps so hard I had to have pierced his skin with my nails. And still, that didn’t deter him. If anything, it pushed him further. His pace became frantic, his thrusts long and deep. He took me right to the edge of ecstasy, and with the vibrations of his growl against my chest, I gave in. I let go and came with a strangled whimper.

  “Fuck, baby…fuck.” He pushed into me one more time and then held himself there while my legs remained locked around him.

  His breath was hot against my skin as he fought to calm down. And I never wanted this to end. I wished I could stay bound to him like that, trapped in the moment we created and ignore the real world. Ignore my phone and text messages. Forget about the man who vowed to find me and the money I’d stolen. And just be here with Talon, feeling all the things he gave me.

  He kissed me quickly, then regarded my mouth with a narrowed gaze. “How’s your lip?”

  I ran my tongue along the inside, where my tooth had cut it a couple of nights ago. “It’s fine.”

  He nodded and then carefully pressed another kiss to my sore temple.

  I released my legs from around his waist and tried to slow my racing heart while he slipped out of me. And to my horror, the first thing I noticed was the sight of blood on his softening dick. “Oh my God,” I said on a gasp right before covering my mouth.

  Ironically, Talon didn’t seem fazed at all by the fact that I had bled all over him, like it meant nothing. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Don’t freak out. I’m sure you’re not the first woman who’s started her period during sex.” He kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand. “Come on…let’s get cleaned up.”

  Talon carried me to the shower, yet unlike last time, he didn’t leave me to wash myself. He stepped under the spray, holding me close to his chest while claiming my mouth in lazy, careful kisses.

  “So,
does this make me just like all the others?” I asked while he washed between his legs.

  Soft laughter beat through his chest, though he didn’t answer until he had his eyes on mine. “No. Nothing like them. I don’t think you could ever be like anyone else, Maggie.”

  “Why am I so different? I mean, I just did exactly what you said you’re used to girls doing to you. So what makes me special? What makes me any different from them?” I had no idea why I felt the need to push the issue—maybe it was insecurity, or possibly guilt for not being stronger—but for some reason, I couldn’t let it go.

  He cradled my face in his hands and lowered his mouth closer to mine. “Because for reasons unfamiliar to me, I want to wake up with you tomorrow. And the thought of never seeing you again has me feeling things I can’t explain.”

  “Does this mean you’ll stay with me in Florida?”

  “It means I’ll do everything in my power to be there.” Sadness darkened his eyes, and for the first time all night, they appeared haunted, just like they were the night we’d met. As if he harbored some deep secret he couldn’t escape. “And if I can’t…it’s not because I don’t want to.”

  I forced a smile upon my lips, and then I let him finish cleaning me. When he reached the space between my legs, I had to bite my lip to keep from expressing my discomfort. I was sore, yet in the most amazing way. However, that didn’t stop the ache from spreading when he ran his palm against me.

  Once we were dried off and dressed, both in sweats and a T-shirt—and I had on his hoodie—we decided it would be best to head down to the bar for food. Staying in the room, there was a good chance we wouldn’t eat, and we needed to replenish our energy. I grabbed my backpack, and he swiped his phone and keys off the table next to the door, and with my hand in his, we left the room.

  The bar appeared rather empty—with all the rain, it didn’t surprise me. Now that the weather seemed to have slowed for the most part, I wouldn’t doubt if it got busier. I only hoped that didn’t happen until after we ate. Crowds had never bothered me before, and now, after spending two days with no one other than Talon, being around a lot of people didn’t appeal to me.