Page 10 of Time Out

“You feel so good. It’s like… it’d just… so damn good…”

It was fucking perfection. Never had a woman made me feel this insane. I tightened my fingers against her ass, loving the soft flesh, and yanked her down.

She let out a cry, unhindered by being outside with every noise she made.

Screw any neighbor who could hear us.

Her thighs began shaking, that telltale sign she was close, and then she was biting down on my shoulder. A sharp pain ripped through me as she came, clamping her teeth against me and I moved her harder, slower, so deep inside of her I could feel the end of her until I groaned out my own release. That bite was going to leave a mark and screw anyone who gave me shit about it.

I’d worked my ass for it.

Slowly her orgasm receded, and I held her against me. I let her go with one hand and reached for the hot tub’s remote control to turn the jets off. My body was liquid, burning, and not entirely from the early morning sun or the water.

“We should get out of here and dry off.”

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and she hugged me tight. “Can’t walk. Carry me?”

I doubted my own legs could handle it right now.

I’d had girlfriends in high school. A few in college that lasted longer than six months, and I’d had more than my share of one-night stands, but I’d never had this connection. This sense of something so damn right at the absolute worst fucking timing in my life.

I couldn’t keep her.

She’d agreed to one night and was as set on it as I’d originally been.

But we’d just spent hours together, and I wasn’t ready to let her go.

So I stood, groaned as I climbed to my feet, and managed to get us out of the hot tub. I always kept a shelf of towels outside, so I grabbed one for her and wrapped it around her back, tucked it between us before I wiped off my feet and stepped inside.

“I need to go get dried off and dressed.” Probably needed another shower.

A six-hour recharge nap.

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

She clung to the towel and tipped her head up. She was shorter than I originally thought, and all five feet two of her that was more than a foot shorter than me looked up at me.

“Okay.”

I kissed her forehead and hurried back to my bedroom. My sheets were a disaster. We’d spent rounds two through four on the bed. Memories that would stay with me when I was on the road and only had my hand for pleasure. It didn’t take me long to grab a quick shower, dry off, and tug on a fresh pair of shorts.

I’d talk to her. Maybe I couldn’t promise much but I could see her again? Spend the day with her? One more night…?

I’d ask.

But then I returned to my living room, and she wasn’t where I left her standing.

Her shorts that had spent all night and early morning puddled on my floor were gone. Along with the rest of her clothes. The towel I’d given her was draped over the back of the couch.

“Maggie?”

Nothing. Not even a muffled response from the hall bath behind me, but I already knew it was empty since the door was open.

Not a sound except for the gentle hum of the air conditioner.

She was gone.

“Well, shit.”

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