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dark corner of her mouth with his tongue, forcibly claiming her as his own. She gasped as he broke free to travel down her neck with his lips, his tongue, his teeth.
He tugged at the low neckline of her dress and plunged his hand inside, kneading the delicate skin with his fingers until he found a nipple. She arched slightly, thrusting her breasts toward him. With a groan that was almost a growl, he took the nipple into his mouth and tasted her once again.
"Sean, I – I want – I need—" she thrashed in his grasp.
"What?" he demanded. "What do you want?"
"You!" she gasped.
Sean didn't wait for her to say it again. He couldn't wait for her to say it again. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a nagging little voice was telling him to slow down, or at least take precautions, but he was beyond listening to nagging little voices.
He needed Maggie. He needed to forget Maeve. He needed to shut out the world, eliminate all thoughts of everything other than making love to Maggie Reynolds. He had to lose himself in her touch, her eyes, her body.
Chapter Eleven
She was on fire. Even with the cool, damp sand beneath her and the gentle touch of Lake Michigan licking at her skin, she was burning up with a heat from within that threatened to scorch every part of her.
Maggie wriggled under Sean's weight, desperate to touch him and set him on fire as he was doing to her. She was almost certain he would release her wrists and let her go in an instant if she only asked him to.
Almost certain.
She had no intention of asking just yet.
Gone was the calm, emotionless firefighter. The man she had come to see as the perfect model of efficiency and self-control was falling apart before her eyes and frightening her just a little with the intensity of his touch. This is crazy! she told herself . I've only known him for two days; I should be screaming for help and trying to get away from him!
He shoved her dress up over her hips and yanked her panties away. She wasn't sure at what point he had released her hands, and she didn't care. His touch against her overheated skin was enough to drive all rational thoughts from her head. She felt his warm breath as he tasted and teased her, explored her with his mouth and with his fingers. Flames of sensation rolled through her body, sparking cries of ecstasy as she reached for him, wanting and needing so much more.
"Shhh," he hissed. She bit her lip; the last thing they needed right now was for some nosy tourist to interrupt them. But it was no use. She heard her own voice ring out in the still night air when Sean returned his attentions to her. He clamped one hand over her mouth, stifling the sounds as wave upon wave crashed over her.
She was still quivering from the force of her climax when he removed his hand and shifted his position. He cupped his hands around her behind and raised her hips to meet him.
"Sean," she whimpered as he entered her, slowly at first and then with more force. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to draw him closer, deeper. He covered her mouth with own, stifling her cries, and she lost any last shreds of self-control with his every thrust until he let out a cry of his own and collapsed against her, spent.
Maggie heard his breathing slowly return to normal. She shivered as a cool night breeze danced across her bare skin, moving closer to Sean to try to draw heat from his body.
"Oh, God." He sat up abruptly and looked down at her. "Maggie, I—I didn't mean. . . Are you, I mean, did I . . . hurt you?"
" Hurt me?" She echoed. "Are you kidding?" For just a moment, she wanted to laugh, but there was nothing funny about the look of horror that was spreading across the firefighter's face.
He helped her to her feet and hurriedly dressed while she straightened her clothes. His rugged features had gone pale in the soft light of the moon. He looked everywhere but at her.
"Come on," he said. "I'll walk you to your room."
"But—"
"It's late, Maggie."
"D-do you want
He tugged at the low neckline of her dress and plunged his hand inside, kneading the delicate skin with his fingers until he found a nipple. She arched slightly, thrusting her breasts toward him. With a groan that was almost a growl, he took the nipple into his mouth and tasted her once again.
"Sean, I – I want – I need—" she thrashed in his grasp.
"What?" he demanded. "What do you want?"
"You!" she gasped.
Sean didn't wait for her to say it again. He couldn't wait for her to say it again. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a nagging little voice was telling him to slow down, or at least take precautions, but he was beyond listening to nagging little voices.
He needed Maggie. He needed to forget Maeve. He needed to shut out the world, eliminate all thoughts of everything other than making love to Maggie Reynolds. He had to lose himself in her touch, her eyes, her body.
Chapter Eleven
She was on fire. Even with the cool, damp sand beneath her and the gentle touch of Lake Michigan licking at her skin, she was burning up with a heat from within that threatened to scorch every part of her.
Maggie wriggled under Sean's weight, desperate to touch him and set him on fire as he was doing to her. She was almost certain he would release her wrists and let her go in an instant if she only asked him to.
Almost certain.
She had no intention of asking just yet.
Gone was the calm, emotionless firefighter. The man she had come to see as the perfect model of efficiency and self-control was falling apart before her eyes and frightening her just a little with the intensity of his touch. This is crazy! she told herself . I've only known him for two days; I should be screaming for help and trying to get away from him!
He shoved her dress up over her hips and yanked her panties away. She wasn't sure at what point he had released her hands, and she didn't care. His touch against her overheated skin was enough to drive all rational thoughts from her head. She felt his warm breath as he tasted and teased her, explored her with his mouth and with his fingers. Flames of sensation rolled through her body, sparking cries of ecstasy as she reached for him, wanting and needing so much more.
"Shhh," he hissed. She bit her lip; the last thing they needed right now was for some nosy tourist to interrupt them. But it was no use. She heard her own voice ring out in the still night air when Sean returned his attentions to her. He clamped one hand over her mouth, stifling the sounds as wave upon wave crashed over her.
She was still quivering from the force of her climax when he removed his hand and shifted his position. He cupped his hands around her behind and raised her hips to meet him.
"Sean," she whimpered as he entered her, slowly at first and then with more force. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to draw him closer, deeper. He covered her mouth with own, stifling her cries, and she lost any last shreds of self-control with his every thrust until he let out a cry of his own and collapsed against her, spent.
Maggie heard his breathing slowly return to normal. She shivered as a cool night breeze danced across her bare skin, moving closer to Sean to try to draw heat from his body.
"Oh, God." He sat up abruptly and looked down at her. "Maggie, I—I didn't mean. . . Are you, I mean, did I . . . hurt you?"
" Hurt me?" She echoed. "Are you kidding?" For just a moment, she wanted to laugh, but there was nothing funny about the look of horror that was spreading across the firefighter's face.
He helped her to her feet and hurriedly dressed while she straightened her clothes. His rugged features had gone pale in the soft light of the moon. He looked everywhere but at her.
"Come on," he said. "I'll walk you to your room."
"But—"
"It's late, Maggie."
"D-do you want
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