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then went entirely still, suspended in anticipation.
    She could feel him behind her, close but not quite touching—feel the warmth of him, the raw need .
    “Maggie,” he said, and she nearly whimpered. “ Maggie . Look at me.”
    She swallowed and squeezed her fingers around the key card, coiling heat spreading through her pelvis. “I can’t.”
    His voice, a breathy murmur, ghosted across the soft skin of her neck beneath her ear. “Why?” It wasn’t really a question. It was a challenge.
    “Because I’ve got no control around you,” she admitted desperately, pleadingly, every ounce of her senses firing up for him.
    “Tell me to leave,” he murmured to her, and she felt it then—the shadow of a touch on the side of her neck, the very whisper of his tongue. “Tell me to walk away, and I’ll never bother you again.”
    She nearly did—it was on the tip of her tongue. It would be so sensible…
    But just for once, please , her body screamed at her— please, screw sensible .
    Her heart threatening to burst out of her chest, she turned to him. The devastating agony of need on his face almost knocked her off her feet.
    The breath punched out of her lungs as he suddenly pressed into her space, no warning, no word—nothing but the fire in his eyes that told her she was in trouble, and she was going to love it.
    He said nothing, and she didn’t blink; they looked at each other for a heartbeat or two, and then he took that final step, his wide, muscled chest knocking against her breasts, his face so close to hers now she could see every lash framing his fiery eyes.
    She licked her bottom lip, and she whispered, “What are you—”
    His next movement was so swift, it pushed a gasp out of her.
    He grabbed her wrists, pushed her back against the door, lifted her hands above her head, and pinned them to the wood with one solid grip—and then he slid in close, his whole body from his hips to the arm above her head, pinning her down, and she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t remember why this was such a bad idea.
    He smirked, and it was the sexiest damn thing she’d ever seen.
    “Declan—”
    “Shut up and kiss me,” he said in a voice thick and heavy and so, so close, his breath brushing her lips and his eyes watching her mouth and the hand around her wrists flexing, like he couldn’t help it, like he was barely in control.
    And in that moment, her own control snapped like the thinnest gossamer strand of silk, a moan hitching in her throat as she gave in to her desires and he must’ve seen it, recognized the need in her, because he stuttered a breath and crashed his mouth to hers, kissing her deep like he wanted to suck the very air from her lungs.
    He released her hands and grabbed her thighs, hitched her up and pressed between her legs, an awkward strain on her too-tight dress but she didn’t care, not when his groin crushed against hers, his cock thickening and separated from her only by the fine panties she wore.
    “Open the door.”
    “Yeah—let me just—oh God…”
    She got the door open somehow, by some miracle, and they tumbled through it, Declan holding her up and Maggie slapping the wall in a blind attempt to find a light, unable to focus with how Declan was sucking on her neck and then devouring her mouth and God, God , she was gonna come undone.
    Hand making contact, she managed to flood the room with light, and simultaneously kicked off her shoes and dropped the card as the door swung itself shut and Declan carried her across the room.
    “Bed,” he mumbled against her mouth.
    “Couch,” she responded, and he made a sound of agreement or arousal or something , something that shot straight to her clit and made her moan.
    The world tipped up beneath her, and all of a sudden she found herself straddling Declan’s lap; he’d found the couch and collapsed back on it, and now he had a handful of Maggie’s ass and she was staring into his flushed face and staggeringly, so