Page 49 of Crash and Burn

Yes. She was.

Sebastian was the man she’d wanted for some time. He was flesh and blood standing in front of her, wanting her. The blaze in his eyes left no doubt of that.

She might be wrong, and they might fizzle and burn out, or he might rip her heart out of her ribcage, but it had been so long since she’d found a man who got better the more she got to know him. So long since someone could set her on fire just by looking at her. And she’d never felt this bone deep connection—thisrightness—with anyone.

Sebastian didn’t move. It took a moment to realize that he wasn’t going to. No matter what he wanted, he wasn’t going to push her, and damn if that didn’t make her heat up even more.

Leaning forward, she kissed him. Softly at first, she nibbled at the edges of his mouth. Slowly placed her hands onto his warm biceps and held him there. She traced his jaw with little flicks of her tongue and felt his shoulders move as he groaned softly.

“You’re killing me, Maggie.”

“Why?” She whispered the word against his lips, then followed one carved cheekbone to his temple

“Because I want you … so much. But—” He sighed again as she reached his ear and gently closed her teeth over the lobe.

“But what?” She felt him shiver at the soft touch of her breath on his skin.

“But I don’t want to push you. It’s so hard to resist. I don’t want to …”

She pulled back, her soft-focus world suddenly becoming crystal clear. “Are you going to think less of me if we do this?”

Some guys did. Clearly, Ryan had only liked chasing her. Being faithful hadn’t been a priority.

“God, no. I’m afraid you’ll regret moving too fast.” Knowing that she had pulled back, he did the same. His eyes were clear in the dim light, a sheen that revealed he was looking over her shoulder. “I want more for us than a quick fuck, though I’m sure that would be amazing. So I don’t want to push or move too fast. I can wait.”

Maggie couldn’t fight her smile. “I have wanted you for some time. It’s not too fast for me, so you can stop resisting if that’s really the problem.” He was starting to smile now, the slow grin tugging at her heart. This man just got to all her parts. “But if you need to wait—”

She didn’t get to finish the sentence because she yelped as he lifted her off her feet. Warm arms swept her legs up as he moved up the last stair. She was halfway to his door before she thought to be grateful that he hadn’t chucked her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Her arms were already around his neck and she was pressing soft kisses to his shoulder as he carefully maneuvered through the slim doorway into his room.

“You are killing me,” he whispered as he tried to carefully lay her down on the bed. But Maggie was holding on, her arms still twined around his neck, pulling him down with her.

With the bed supporting her, she traced one bare leg up his thigh, already regretting that he still wore his pajama pants. He groaned again, a musical sound of surrender, as he joined her, his full body pressed against her. There was no mistaking how much he wanted her.

He kissed her now, full on and heady, his mouth ravishing hers. Sebastian didn’t hold anything back. They moved together as he lined himself up to stroke against her. He could have been inside her if not for her underwear and the stupid pajama pants. Those pants had been damn sexy just a while ago, now she hated them and wanted them off. She wanted to see Sebastian in all his naked glory.

But she didn’t reach to pull them off of him. Her back arched with the feeling of him hitting the sweet spot. It was her turn to gasp out a noise between kisses. She was clinging to his shoulders, holding on for dear life and feeling the heat of his touch expand beyond where their skin made contact.

“Do that again,” he told her. “Make that noise for me.”

“Then move that way aga—”

He did.

She did, and she would have glared at him for grinning at her, but it felt so good and he did it again.

“I want you inside me.”

“I want to go slow.” He drew out the words as though he wanted to savor every touch, every kiss, every sensation.

“Me, too. We can go slow next time.” There had damn well better be a next time, and another time after that. If this was what he did to her with his clothes still on …

Her words stoked the fire in him, and his hands moved. He slid one arm behind her to lift her and hold her in the right place. The other felt her skin, open palmed, moving softly from her knee up to the sensitive underside of her breast. Her hips rolled in response and he brushed his thumb over her nipple. The burst of desire only made her think he was still going too slow.

He did it again, and again, until she was moaning and pressing into his touch. Her hands finally found the drawstring on his pants and yanked until it came loose. Maggie traced that fine ass with her fingertips and pulled him closer, but he still wasn’t close enough.

She wanted him enough that she wondered what she might blurt out. But she was far enough gone not to care.

He pulled the nightshirt up, his eyes following the edge of the fabric as it revealed more of her skin. She would have been self-conscious, but the heat in his gaze never wavered. He wanted her. It rolled off him in waves, and Maggie was willingly getting pulled under.

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