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  It changed her life.

  It talked about love, sex, adventure, life. Her grandmother’s life story scrawled on the pages between the covers of the leather-bound book. Fran had loved life, she had believed in fun, in finding your own way instead of the way other people set for you. Of never settling. Maggie settled her whole life and she had a feeling her mom had done the same thing in her adult life.

  Maggie wouldn’t settle again. She’d quit her job, packed her stuff and much to her father’s dismay just got in her car and drove. She was traveling through Washington and Oregon when fate stepped in when she pulled off the freeway to get gas in the tiny town of Last Chance. That’s all it took for her to know she found home.

  Now she found Tyson. The man oozed sexuality. He’d know how to satisfy a woman, something she’d always craved but never had. Until now she’d always been afraid to look for it too. Maggie wasn’t exactly a sex kitten. Hell, no man had ever called her hot until Tyson did earlier this evening. Until tonight she wondered if he even noticed her as a woman. Though brief, it was the first interest he’d shown in her since she moved in. It fueled her, much like her grandmother’s journal had.

  Tyson could give her body what she hungered for. What the only two men she’d ever slept with hadn’t been able to give her. She was done settling for a job she hated, living in a community where your money told your worth. Done letting people walk all over her, and done not going for what she wanted. Since day one she’d wanted Tyson and it was about time she jumped that hurdle as well.

  Chapter Two

  A vice clamp of tension gripped Ty’s muscles. No matter how hard he tried to relax, he couldn’t make the stiffness in his damn cock ease. Pushing off his back porch swing he bounded down his steps and strode down to his dock by the river. He wasn’t sure what time it was but he knew it was late. The moon hung in the night’s sky, leaving just a reflection dancing on the slight ripples in the water. Crickets croaked and the wind rustled in the trees. Bending his arms at the elbow, Ty’s hands rested on top of his head as he took a couple deep breaths.

  He had two redheads on his mind for totally different reasons. Maggie and the feel of her smooth flesh, her penetrating eyes filled with desire when she had looked at him and asked him if he thought she was hot. When her soft, unsure voice whispered her question to him it took everything he had not to throw her over his shoulders and fuck her right against the wall of her house. Luckily, her words woke him up instead. She was too sweet, too unsure of herself and damned if he’d be the one to corrupt her. Damned if he’d be the one to break her heart. Keeping his distance, which would be hard, was all he could do. Should do.

  Which brought him to his second problematic redhead, the ghost he planned to strangle if she showed up in his room tonight. Hell, he probably couldn’t even do that. He didn’t have a lot of experience with the supernatural but as far as he knew you couldn’t strangle a ghost. If he could, he would, because the last thing he needed was any help in thinking about Maggie, which for some strange reason was exactly what Casper wanted him to do.

  Ty shook his head. How did he find himself in this cluster-fuck? Out of all the women he could have, why did he want her? Sweet curves, plump tits, a to-die-for mouth. His dick throbbed. If he didn’t fear a visitor he’d take matter into his own hands. He’d stroke his own cock until he came then pass out like he’d done a lot recently. Casper took that away from him. Frustrated, Ty went back into the house, determined to get at least a few hours sleep before his alarm clock would squawk at him to begin the day.

  * * * *

  “Psst, Romeo, wake up.”

  Ty groaned at the raspy, feminine voice that became all too familiar to him lately. Maybe if he ignored her, Casper would just go away.

  “Hey, I’m talking to you. If you don’t get up on your own I just might have to get you @@up##.”

  The inflection she used on the word @@up## vaulted Ty from his bed like a catapult. “You have no business worrying about whether I’m up or not.” Looking at the smirk on her wrinkled face he knew he just let her win. “Listen, can’t you find some other house to haunt or something?”

  “No one else will do, Sweetie Pie. Only you. Plus, I don’t think anyone else would be as much fun either.” She floated toward him. “You should see the look on your face right now. Confusion mingled with anger. You’re too sexy to scowl like that.”

  “If I keep scowling will you go away and leave me alone?”

  “No such luck, Hot Cakes. You might not want me here but you need me here.”

  Ty paced his room. “I need you, huh? And what would that be for?”

  “Your love life, of course.”

  Yeah, she really was crazy. “First off, I don’t do love, I do sex. You should research a little better next time you try to play Cupid. Second, sex and women I know pretty damn well. I can assure you I don’t need any help in that department.”

  “Could have fooled me. You ran away from her like a scared little virgin this evening.”

  Now that pissed him off. He was being noble, for God’s sake. “I. Don’t. Run. I left before things got out of control. I’m not the kind of man for Maggie. The women I’m with like to fuck just like I do. No strings, no commitment, a hot night of wild sex and then we both go on our way.” Damn, he felt like an ass being this blunt with her. She may be annoying but she was still a woman, an elderly woman who would remind him of his grandmother if she didn’t keep hitting on him.

  “Don’t be crude, Ty. It doesn’t suit you. What I really want you to ask yourself is if you’re keeping away from Maggie for her sake, or your own. You say you don’t run but I think if you look a little deeper, you’ll realize you’re doing just that. Ta-ta for now.” Casper disappeared.

  @@Good riddance##. The woman didn’t know what they hell she was talking about. He kept away from Maggie because he didn’t want to hurt her. It had nothing do with him.

  * * * *

  Maggie actually closed her shop an hour early. She’d never done that before. Baby’s Breath was her life, something she’d always wanted to do but her dad thought running a flower store was beneath her and her mom always went along with what he said. That had always bothered her about her mom and then she’d grown to do the same thing. But not any more.

  Maggie pushed her ghosts aside. She had work to do, a plan to put into action. After a quick shopping trip, she went home. Tyson should still be another hour or more so she had just enough time to do what she needed. Turning on the water, Maggie stripped before stepping into the shower. The warm spray tantalized her sensitive skin like she dreamed of Tyson doing. Oh God, she hoped this went well today. What would he think of her if she came on to him? Would she even be able to do it right? Could she be sexy enough for a man like him?

  Only having two lovers in her life didn’t give her much experience compared to a man like Tyson. Both the lovers she had never satisfied her. Peter told her it was her fault. She didn’t touch him right, wasn’t sexy enough. When she brought up experimenting with something new, something more spicy, he scoffed at the idea. A gentleman made love to a woman, he didn’t fuck her. According to Peter, only a whore wanted to be fucked. @@Please don’t let Tyson think the same##.

  * * * *

  Working the whole damn day off no sleep almost killed him. Ty’s whole body ached, his muscles weary, his eyes rough as sandpaper. The shower helped a bit but not enough to make a real difference. His stomach growled at him for food but the energy to cook just wasn’t there. Wearing only a pair of faded blue jeans he turned and collapsed on his couch right when a soft rapping sounded from his front door. “Shit.”

  Getting back up he ambled to the door and jerked it open. His cock immediately perked to attention, becoming painfully hard in about two seconds flat. The creamy legs he caught a glimpse of yesterday were out in plain view. Maggie wore a pair of red shorts that would make Daisy Duke jealous. Her white tank top stretched tight over her supple breasts and damned if it wasn’t a
v-neck, dipping just enough to give him a sneak peak the mounds that he ached to taste. Ty inhaled, her vanilla scent engaged all his senses, making his hunger for food disappear to be replaced by a hunger for Maggie.

  In the three months she lived next door to him she’d never dressed like she did today. Her clothes weren’t overly revealing but for Maggie it was like a striptease and Ty wanted nothing more than to enjoy the show.

  “Hi,” her timid, silky voice wrapped around him bringing out an urge to claim her. “I … I brought you dinner.”

  She held up a pan that he somehow missed while checking her out. Yeah, dinner so wasn’t on his mind right now. Hunger for Maggie yes, food plummeted to the bottom of his list. Knowing this would likely be a huge mistake, Ty motioned her in. “Thanks. I’m starved.” @@For your sweet pussy.## “I was just thinking about dinner before you knocked but I’m too tired to cook.”

  He led her to his kitchen and pointed to the oval, oak table. “Have a seat. What are we having?”

  Maggie opened the lid to a small roast with potatoes, carrots and onions. “Look good?” she asked.

  Damned if she didn’t give him a look that made him wonder if she spoke about the food or herself. She had that sexy, little eye flutter women did when they wanted a man’s attention. Somehow Ty had opened the door to the twilight zone. ‘Maggie’ and ‘flirting’ were two words he never expected to put in the same sentence. “Oh yeah. I like what I see. I could definitely devour that.”

  The old Maggie appeared before his eyes as a pink blush climbed up her neck and face. Hesitation flashed in her telling green eyes. Ty turned his back to her to grab plates. He wasn’t sure what came over her by coming here tonight but she wasn’t ready for this game. If meaningless innuendo embarrassed her she couldn’t handle what he’d bring to the table. “I have beer, water or soda.” Putting the plates on the table he went to the fridge.

  “I’ll have a beer.”

  Her choice surprised him. Not half as much as her clothes, or the indecision he saw in her eyes, the way she watched him move like she wanted to say or do something but didn’t, but still it surprised him. He opened a long neck bottle and handed it to her. Juicy red lips sealed the hole in the bottle for a long drink. It would be a damn miracle if he made it through this dinner without taking her on his kitchen table. He was only a man and this sexily dressed Maggie edged him near his limit.

  *

  Why, oh, why did he have to answer the door half nude? The whole time they were supposed to be eating Maggie couldn’t take her eyes off all that muscular, tawny skin. She knew he was strong, knew he worked outdoors but she had no clue the male perfection that hid behind his t-shirts everyday. If she had, this day would have come a whole lot sooner. Wild animals couldn’t drag her away from such a beautifully sculptured body.

  Hair, a shade darker than that on his head dusted the tight contours of his chest. A trail of that same hair skittered down his washboard stomach disappearing behind his low-slung jeans.

  One word. @@Delicious##.

  Now the only thing she had to do was figure out how to tell him she wanted him. Much easier said than done. What was she supposed to say? @@Excuse me, Tyson, even though it’s not very proper, I crave wild, outrageous, no-holds-barred sex that none of my lovers have ever been able to give me. I’m scared of going through life without ever being sexually satisfied so I wondered if you’d bring me to your bedroom and ravage me? ##Somehow, Maggie just couldn’t see herself saying that one. Knowing her luck he’d laugh her out of his house. If her own boyfriend thought her smutty when she brought up some of her fantasies, what would her neighbor think when she propositioned him?

  Maggie tried to steady her shaking hand to take a bite of potatoes. God, she hoped this was the right thing to do. What she had planned wasn’t exactly what her grandmother’s journal talked about. But then, maybe it was. Taking Tyson to bed was about empowering herself. About being a woman who wasn’t afraid to go for what she wanted. That’s what her grandmother had talked about, being a strong, confident, woman in life who didn’t settle for anything less than what she wanted.

  “You’re thinking awfully hard over there.” Tyson leaned back in the chair, bending his elbows with his hand behind his head. “Here I’ve finished my whole meal and you’ve not only kept quiet but you haven’t eaten either.”

  The muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed. She traced his whole upper body with her eyes, savoring the sight of such a gorgeous man. A wicked grin appeared on his face telling her he knew exactly what she was doing. “I guess I’m not very hungry after all.” Maggie stood up. “I’ll help you get our dinner dishes cleaned up.” When she walked by him, her breast rubbed against his arm. Heat rose to her cheeks.

  Chuckling, Tyson stood up and joined her at the sink. This wasn’t going as planned. She was so out of her league here but determination rooted her feet to his floor. After they finished cleaning, Maggie grabbed a towel from his counter to dry her hands when a warm, hard body molded against her back. The scent of soap and man, along with Tyson’s hands grabbing her arms, overloaded her senses.

  His breath skated across her ear and cheek. “What are you doing here, Maggie?”

  A shudder swept through her as her core pulsed with desire. A lock of his hair tickled her face. @@Oh God.## Tyson’s face was right next to her ear, an erection nuzzled against her backside. “I…”

  He licked her ear. “You what, Maggie? Tell me what you want.”

  @@You can do this, Mags. Take what you want.## Maggie relaxed her body, leaned into the brick of a man behind her. Closing her eyes she let words pass her lips that she’d never before uttered, hell, never even thought she’d utter. “I want you to fuck me, Tyson.”

  Chapter Three

  Ty almost came in his pants. He had a sweet, curvy ass hugged tight against his dick and a sexy woman in his arms who just told him she wanted to be fucked. Before Maggie had the chance to change her mind, or he had the chance to think about the colossal mistake this would be, he whipped her around to face him and crushed her mouth beneath his. Tiredness forgotten he demanded entrance to her mouth, pushing his tongue inside. Hers tangled with his as he explored the depth of her mouth, savoring the saccharine taste of Maggie. A moan erupted from the back of her throat as he cupped her ass, massaging her soft globes with a tight grip.

  Damn, the woman had a hot fucking body. All soft curves and womanly arches. He wanted to devour her, eat her up, and bury his cock inside her for days. Ty squeezed her between himself and the counter, moving his hands to palm her plump breasts. He ate another moan as Maggie wrapped her arms around him, her soft hands massaging his bare back. He should stop this, Ty knew that, but he couldn’t. Not quite yet. He needed to give her at least one orgasm first. He needed to feel and smell her sweet cream in the throes of release. Then he’d tell her what a huge fucking mistake this would be. She needed a man that would love her, not just fuck her. Fucking was all he had in him.

  With one hand, Ty unsnapped her shorts and pushed his hand inside. Her wetness soaked the plain cotton panties that covered her pussy. “Sweet, Jesus, woman. You’re so wet for me. I can’t wait to feel you tight around my fingers.” In one swift movement, he had her shirt pushed up over her tits. Bending toward her, Ty licked a path over the swells of her creamy, white breasts before latching onto her bra with his teeth and pulling it down so one of her mounds popped free. “Mm, pretty titties, Maggie. I can’t wait to taste them.”

  He swirled his tongue around a pebbled, pink nipple. Maggie’s body went limp as a sweet sigh fell from her lips. “I’m going to finger fuck you while I suck on your nipples. Would you like that?” He didn’t give her a chance to reply before he sucked her bud deep into his mouth at the same time he pushed a finger through her silky curls. Ty eased inside her slick channel. Jackpot. “Fuck.”

  “Yes. Please, more, Tyson.”

  “Ty, baby, call me Ty. I have my finger inside your pussy right now. Don’t be so formal.”
He pushed another finger inside and pumped. Ty bit lightly her nipple, teased it with his tongue and then bit again. Maggie squirmed against him, pushed her breasts in his face. With his free hand he jerked the cup down on her other breast. “I wouldn’t want her to get lonely.” He switched, tonguing the other with just as much care. @@God damn##. His dick throbbed with need, pulsed with the desire to replace his fingers in her cunt.

  Maggie moved her hips; she rode his fingers like they were a wild stallion while Ty thrust them in and out of her heat. The woman was on fire, he was on fire. Burning up from the feel of her pussy walls hugging him.

  “Oh my God… Ty … I’m so close.”

  She gasped, fueling his fire even more. She needed this. He could hear it in the way she said his name, feel it in the way her nails dug into the skin of his back.

  “Do you want to come, Maggie? I want to feel your cream in my hand so bad I could burst.”

  “Yes! Make me come!”

  Ty chuckled at her eagerness before getting down to business. Leaving her breasts, he kissed her deep, sweeping his tongue to explore her mouth. With his thumb, he sought her swollen clitoris. The softest touch and she screamed in his mouth. @@Oh yeah.## The sensitive little nub was definitely her hot spot. He pushed his fingers in deep, brushing her clit with this thumb over and over again. “Mm, that’s it, baby. I can feel your walls tightening.”

  He returned to her mouth, kissed her deeper, stroked her faster. Ready to give her an orgasm strong enough for the both of them, Ty put pressure on her clit, eased up and then rubbed the distended nub. Maggie cried out in his ear as he felt her wetness drip down his fingers.

  *

  Maggie leaned, exhausted against Ty’s hard body. @@Wow##. The word echoed, on repeat, in her mind. Just like she knew he would, Ty gave her the most potent orgasm of her life with only his fingers and mouth. In the kitchen of all places! Unable to hold it back, she let out a giggle.