hearts, flowers, and commitment from me, look someplace else. I don't do that."
Brian shut off the little voice in his head telling him he might like romancing Maggie.
"You don't have to worry. I don't think I can handle hearts and flowers," she said.
His chest started to ache. An odd mix of tenderness and lust collided inside him. Brian's cock took that moment to beg for attention.
His gaze roamed over Maggie's small body. Brian smiled. The skimpy, mismatched outfit fit her personality perfectly. The small, blonde, spunky fairy on her tank top fit her to a tee and the curvy boo-boo-bee-doop brunette on her shorts matched her too.
Brian leaned in and kissed Maggie softly. He hadn't kissed anyone like this in a long time. Memories of his Amy drifted into his mind. Maggie moaned, gripped his shirt, and nipped at his bottom lip, pushing all thoughts of his wife back into the dark place in his head. He nipped Maggie back and soothed his assault with his tongue.
She whimpered. The soft sound brought memories of Amy back to the forefront of his mind and carried with them the horrible images of the accident that took his wife away from him. He pulled way and stared down at a rosy-cheeked Maggie.
She swiped at her swollen lips. "What's the matter?"
Brian raked his fingers through his hair. "Nothing."
Maggie's eyebrows shot up. "Brian, you're at a disadvantage with me. I've watched you fuck and know all your moves. I know something's wrong."
Yearning, regret, and tenderness swelled and rolled in his gut. "Shit." Brian shoved his hands in his pockets. "It's been a long time since I had to take care with a woman."
Her cheeks glowed red. "I'm done playing this game. I'm going to take a shower. If you're still here when I'm done then I'll assume you have your shit together." She turned to stomp away.
He owed her an explanation. "Wait."
Maggie stopped and glanced over her shoulder. She took his breath away. She was nothing like Amy. His wife was tall, very curvy, and mild mannered. The woman glaring at him might just be the woman to open his dead heart. God, help us both .
Chapter Five
Maggie let cold water rain down on her overheated skin. Blowing out a breath, she willed thoughts of Brian out of her mind. If he was gone when she got out of the shower, Maggie knew once and for all where she stood. Anxiety settled in her chest and made her heart trip.
"Fuck this." She tuned off the water and grabbed a towel. If he didn't want her, there were many guys that did. It wasn't like she didn't get offers on a daily basses. Maggie scrubbed the water from her body and hair. Wrapping the terrycloth around her dainty frame, she whipped open the door and marched to her room.
Relief swamped Maggie. Brian sat on her full-size bed with his back against the headboard and his ankles crossed. He glanced up from the book he had to have picked up off the bedspread and grinned his shit-eating smile that melted hearts and made her insides turn into liquid.
"This shit's hot," he said.
She tugged on her towel, suddenly unsure of herself. She'd love to do page sixty-nine with him and maybe page eighty-five with him and Nick . OMG, is it possible to be a slut if you are still a virgin?
She marched over to him, not wanting to show how much he affected her and snatched the erotic romance out of his hands. "Give me that."
"I thought most people read that stuff on their e-readers and shit like that."
"They do, but I like to have a book." She opened the drawer to her nightstand and tossed the paperback inside.
Brian gripped her hand before she could close the drawer. "What do we have here?"
White-hot heat exploded inside her. "Nothing."
Brian swung his legs to the side of the bed and tugged her hand away. "I think it's something." He lifted the book and tossed it on the bed. "Wow, you have quite a toy box here."
She slapped his hand way. "Just because I'm a virgin, doesn't mean I've never had an orgasm."
He lifted her rabbit vibrator and
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