Page 37 of Hollow Moon

She dragged in a breath and let it out. “But I know it’s not over. It’s crouching like a demon in the dark, ready to spring at me.”

“When it does, I’ll be here.”

He lay down on the bed again and gathered her to him, stroking his lips against her hair, and she thought with a pang that she had been thinking only of herself.

“Knox, take off your clothes.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“I want you to.”

He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head before kicking off his sweatpants and briefs, leaving him naked and aroused, his penis jutting toward her.

“Lord, that looks so sexy.” she whispered. “I want it inside me.”

The expression on his face was torn between agony and desire. “I shouldn’t.”

“Of course you should.” She clasped him in her hand, stroking up and down, feeling the heat and the fullness.

He gasped. “Don’t.”

When she didn’t stop, he made a rough sound and slipped under the covers, pulling her body against his. She guided him to her, and almost as soon as she felt him inside her, her body contracted, then exploded, sending another set of shock waves through her system.

She felt his hips moving, then heard him cry out as he followed her.

She nestled against him, so tired now that she could barely keep her eyes open.

“Got to sleep,” she murmured.

“Sure.”

Her eyes flew open. “Don’t leave me.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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Maggie wasn’t sure how long she slept. And when she realized she was alone in the bed, panic seized her. Then she saw that Knox was dressed and sitting in the chair in the corner.

Sitting up, she dragged the covers over her breasts.

He looked anxious—maybe as anxious as she felt.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“For what?”

“For acting like a nymphomaniac.”

“Not you. The damn drug. It affects some people like that. Cole—my cousin—was talking to the chemist. He didn’t want to market the stuff until he knew it was stable. Your brother was pressing him to say it was ready.”

Her face heated. “You were talking to them? You didn’t say anything about me, what it did to me?”

“Of course not.”

“Thanks.”

“I wouldn’t. And remember it did something similar to me.”

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