Page 35 of Hollow Moon

The way she said it was like a caress. Yet the fear of losing her was still strong. What was going to happen when she came back down to earth? That had been a gradual process for him. It might take longer or be more violent because of the injection she’d gotten.

Her next words riveted his attention. “Sex magic,” she murmured.

“What about it?”

“You thought of it as a way to keep us safe.”

He made a dismissive sound. “That came from the depths of my drugged brain.”

“But it’s logical.”

“Oh sure.”

“Campbell said . . . the drug can be an aphrodisiac.” The look in her eyes told him it wasn’t just an idle observation.

“Isthatwhat it’s doing to you?”

“Yes.”

“Christ.”

“Knox, I need you.” As she spoke, her voice turned frantic. Twisting, she pressed her breasts against his chest.

A few minutes ago she’d been in his arms when he’d spun the story about the wolf. He’d been lying through his teeth—to protect his secrets. But he’d promised himself that he could have no intimacy with her until he told her the truth about himself.

Now she was silently telling him the talking part would have to wait.

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Maggie squeezed her eyes shut, willing her body to calm down. But that seemed to be impossible. She’d felt heat building inside her since soon after that damn shot, and the fire had turned into a raging furnace.

When she heard Knox curse, her eyes flew open. “You hate this,” she whispered.

“Yeah. Because of what that bastard did to you.”

“And now you’re left to clean up the mess.”

“It’s not a mess. It’s you in need,” he answered, stroking his hand over her back and shoulders.

“But you can help me.” She might have been embarrassed by her desperation. But she was beyond embarrassment. The raw sensations knifing through her ruled. Grabbing his hand, she pressed it to the throbbing place between her legs, rocking frantically against the pressure of his palm. Needing more, she reached for one of her own breasts, squeezing through her tee shirt and bra, then finding her nipple, pulling and twisting at it.

It was enough to rocket her over the edge, and she came, in a wave of sensation that jolted through her like she’d grabbed a live electric wire.

When the intensity ebbed, she pressed her face against Knox’s shirt and started to sob.

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Knox gently stroked her back and shoulders.

“I was out of control.”

“Like I was out of control when I thought you were a space alien.”

“Not quite.”

“Yes. It’s the drug.”

“I. . . hate your seeing me . . . like this,” she gasped between sobs.

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