Page 36 of Hollow Moon

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he murmured, still stroking her.

“No. . . I’m not okay. That wasn’t enough to fix it. I can feel it starting to build up again. Oh God, Knox, what am I going to do?”

“I’m right here. I’ll do whatever you need.”

“And I’ll never be able to look you in the eye again,” she answered, keeping her face buried because she couldn’t bear to look at him now.

His voice turned fierce. “You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not your fault.”

“I can’t control myself. I hate that.”

“Shhhh,” he soothed, kissing her cheek, her hair.

She clung to him because there was nothing else she could do now. She needed him more than she could imagine needing any man. “It’s . . . coming . . . back, like a lion sneaking through the tall grass. About to pounce,” she choked out.

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you, love.”

“Love?”

He hadn’t meant to use that word. It had just slipped out in the heat of the moment.

Her gaze met his. “That makes it okay.”

“Oh Lord,” he choked out. Did it? Would she hate him later? Worse than she already might.

Maggie pushed herself up and glanced frantically toward the door.

“It’s locked.”

As soon as he said it, she sat up and pulled her shirt over her head. After tossing it away, she reached around for the hook at the back of her bra. “I need your hands on my breasts. Right now.”

He pushed himself up beside her, reaching to stroke her swollen breasts, playing with her hardened nipples. She arched into the caress, obviously needing more.

“Lie down,” she murmured.

When he did as she asked, she rolled on top of him and found that he was hard.

“That’s what I need,” she gasped as she pressed her sex to his rigid erection, then began to move her hips, stroking herself against him, rubbing frantically.

Her orgasm came quickly. When it was over, his hands soothed over her bare back.

“Better?” he asked as he lowered her to the bed.

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Maggie lay there, breathing hard, staring up at him, and feeling better for now, except that her jeans and panties were too tight for her heated skin.

Quickly she pulled them off, then felt exposed when she found herself lying naked on the bed.

“I need to get under the covers,” she whispered.

Knox got up and pulled the spread and sheet back. When she’d slipped under, she lay with her eyes closed, trying to keep her breath even.

“Are you better?”

Realizing he was still standing beside the bed, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. “I’m sort of okay now.”

“That’s good.”

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