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But then, they may have only been intimate for the past few days but from the day she moved in he knew she was different. Something inside him told him to guard himself from the beginning because sweet Maggie would break down the walls he tried so hard to build. Ty pushed a heavy breath from his lungs. “I’m not in the mood tonight, Casper. Cut me some slack here.”

  The transparent figure floated to him and sat next to him on the couch. “She’s not Melinda. She’s not your mom.”

  Air seeped from his lungs. Ty gasped and leapt back. “How the fuck do you know about them?”

  “The same way I know you love Maggie. The same way I knew before we ever talked that you would love her. I just do.”

  Casper didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. Crazy talk. Not that a talking ghost wasn’t crazy to begin with but her latest words took the cake. He didn’t love Maggie. Wasn’t destined to love her. He wasn’t destined to love any woman. Been there, done that, had the scars to prove it. “That’s a bullshit answer if I ever heard one. You might want to double check your crystal ball because you couldn’t be further from the truth.”

  “Then why have you been sulking around the past week?”

  Ty narrowed his eyes at her. “It’s called sexual frustration. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”

  “Yeah, just like I’ve heard of men who are to chicken to admit their feelings. I didn’t take you for one of them.”

  Feisty old woman was the third person in the past week to call him weak. Closed off, yeah. A hard ass, yeah. Weak? No. “You don’t know what you’re talking about Casper. I’m smart, not a chicken. I know what happens when you let yourself care about someone.” She walked to him and touched his hand again. Ty couldn’t feel her but still he shivered.

  “Smart would be realizing Maggie’s different. What has she done to make you believe she’s anything like the women who have walked out of your life in the past?”

  Guilt ate at his gut. Maggie had done nothing but give him pleasure, talk to him, listen to him, make him laugh and trust him with her body. @@But you didn’t expect Mel to leave either.##

  “I know this sounds funny coming from me but don’t listen to the ghosts inside you, Tyson. Trust her, trust yourself. If you look, you’ll know she would never leave you. She deserves a chance.” Casper’s hand moved up to cup his face. “You deserve a chance. Make our girl happy.”

  With a flash, she was gone. Somehow Ty knew he wouldn’t see her again. She was done haunting him. For some reason it didn’t feel as good as he thought it would. “I really am going nuts.” The river called his name. Turning to his French doors, Ty went outside. The refreshing river breeze relaxed his stiff body. @@Make our girl happy##. God, he wanted to but didn’t know how. He’d chased away the only women in his life he’d ever cared about. It hurt but he lived through it. But Maggie? He didn’t think he could live through losing her.

  @@So you throw her away?## “Fuck.” Ty picked up a rock and tossed it into the river. The loud plop matched the sinking feeling that resided in his stomach. @@Make our girl happy##. Casper’s words switched to Maggie’s sweet tenor. @@Satisfy me. Make my fantasies come true, Ty. ##His cock stirred. His heart marched to a wild galloping beat. Maggie came to him, trusted him and he’d tossed her to the side. Walked out on her just like he’d been walked out on in the past.

  And been miserable ever since.

  As had she. He felt it. She deserved to be treated better than the way he’d left things with her. She deserved the truth. Then she’d understand why he had to let her go.

  * * * *

  Maggie placed the last bowl in her dishwasher when a loud, impatient knock sounded on her door. Grabbing her sunflower dish towel she dried her hands and then padded on her bare feet to the front door. A quick glance through her peephole stopped her heart. Ty stood on the other side of her door. Good God, she’d forgotten how gorgeous he was. Thick brown lashes, silky chestnut hair, square, determined jaw and lips, oh God, the way those lips kissed her. It’s like he could touch her soul.

  Stretching her timid hand toward the knob, Maggie pulled back sharply. Her limbs shook with hope and fear at the same time. Hope that the he came to tell her he loved her but the fear pushed that feeling away. He came to tell her goodbye. She knew it. Why did she let herself fall in love with him?

  Really, she didn’t have a choice in the matter. How could she not fall for him? He was so strong yet vulnerable at the same time. He didn’t look down on her, he respected her, treated her like his equal when not many people in her life had done that. He satisfied not only her physical but emotional cravings. Crazy as it sounded, she’d known she would fall in love with him. Known something profound lie in waiting when she packed her bags and came to Last Chance three months ago.

  And damn if she’d give it up so easily. Damn if she’d give Ty up. Maggie stilled her hand, took a couple deep breaths and yanked the door open. “Well, look who decided to bless me with his presence after over a week.” Sarcasm dripped from her words. Not only was she done sitting on the sidelines waiting for life to come to her, she was done letting people walk all over her.

  “Sweet Maggie’s getting a little feisty now, are you?” He pushed his way into her house, closing the door behind him.

  “No, I’m pissed.” And damned if an immediate wave of arousal didn’t wash over her with hurricane force as well. Pushing those feelings to the side Maggie stomped toward the living room. “I don’t appreciate the way you walked out on me, Ty.”

  He followed her. “I didn’t make you any promises. I made sure to be clear on that from day one.”

  His rough, frustrated voice snapped her head back to stare at him. What right did he have to be frustrated? She was the one who had been walked out on. “I didn’t ask you for promises but I do deserve respect. If you wanted to end what we had going you should have told me, not walked out on me after I gave you a blow job and then hid from me all week long.”

  Ty took up residence on her couch raking a hand through his already mussed hair. For what had to be the longest minute of her life, he sat there taking her in with his eyes. With each tick of the clock her heart beat louder. His elbows rested on his knees while masculine hands rubbed his face obviously upset. “I didn’t come here to fight with you, Maggie.”

  “Then why did you come?”

  Standing up, Ty ambled to her. The same hands that stroked his face seconds before massaged her cheek with care. “You’re beautiful, Maggie. Even when you’re angry with me I can’t help but look at you and notice how fucking beautiful you are.”

  Maggie’s breasts began to tingle; her panties became wet with feminine dew. Of their own accord her hand went up to cup his cheek. “You’re beautiful too. So strong and masculine.”

  He pulled her close to him. Her softer body molded to his hard figure. “I’m sorry. God, I’ve been such a prick this past week.”

  “Yes, you have and I won’t put up with it, Ty.”

  “I think I like this side of you, Maggie. So sassy.”

  Her body reacted to his nearness. The swirl of lust ignited in his eyes. They needed to talk, she wanted to talk, but right now she needed Ty too. Her body craved his touch, her heart hungered for intimacy with the first man she’d ever fallen in love with. Ty needed her too. The erection probing her belly told her. “Take me to bed, Ty. Let me love you.”

  The grip he had on her tightened. His jaw tensed with a sexy little tick. “I didn’t come here for that. I fucking want you so bad but I don’t want to hurt you, Maggie.”

  “Then don’t. I’m not letting you off the hook. Not even close but I’m burning up for you. Don’t deny me. Let me love you. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

  Chapter Eight

  All good intentions pushed from his body overwhelmed by lust. Having a woman love him never sounded as good as it did right now. He hadn’t known it until this second but he wanted nothing more than to have Maggie love him. Damn if he wanted it in more than just the physical s
ense. Ty took her mouth in a fierce kiss. Maggie’s hands tightened around his neck with urgent need that wrapped around them.

  In one swift movement he had her in his arms taking long strides to her bedroom. He knew exactly where it was. Many a night he sat on his deck watching the window for a glimpse of the woman who set him on fire.

  Once they rounded the corner to her room Ty let her down to her feet and ravaged her. He possessed her mouth, licked at the lobes of her ears, marked the skin of her neck with the first hickey he’d given a woman since he was a damn teenager. “I’m starved for you, Maggie. You’re like a drug to me. The more I have you the more I want you.”

  “Then take me, Ty. I’m yours.”

  He kissed her again, let himself drown in Maggie’s sweetness while he backed her to the bed. Ty growled when he had to pull away from her mouth but was quickly given another reward when he ripped her shirt off to get a glimpse of the creamy mounds of her breasts. Dropping to his knees, he grabbed her long, flowing skirt and pulled it down her legs. “This is pretty but it has to go.”

  “I didn’t think you liked my skirts. You said I didn’t show my legs enough.”

  “You’re gorgeous no matter what you wear, baby.” The skirt hit the floor. “This sweet pussy is gorgeous too. God, I’ve gone fucking crazy without tasting you this past week.”

  “So do it now.”

  He chuckled at his wicked little wanton before looking behind her to notice her bed for the first time. An old-fashioned canopy bed sat behind her, covered in plush white. Matching sheer fabric laced around the bars of the canopy as well as the head and footboards. Ty stood, his eager body almost getting the best of him. “Lay back.”

  Good God, he couldn’t wait to take her in this bed. The white was so feminine, so Maggie, that all he could do is stare while she leaned back into the mound of pillows.

  The red curls of her hair spread out contrasting the virginal white bed. Her creamy body nuzzled into what looked like a down comforter. At the apex of her thighs, curls the same shade as those that flowed around her face beckoned attention from his mouth. Damn, the woman got under his skin. More than that, she made her way into his heart, a place he never expected to let another woman venture. @@This is goodbye. It will never work… Would it?## “Do you trust me, baby?”

  Maggie didn’t hesitate when she uttered, “Yes.”

  Her ease in the reply staggered in him. Despite the way he treated her she trusted him in a way that made him surge with male pride. His woman knew he would take care of her, that he’d never hurt her. Why couldn’t he give her the same? “I want to spread those luscious legs and tie you to the bed, Maggie. Is that okay?”

  “Anything, Ty. Anything you want. Just touch me.”

  The pounding in his chest thumped so loudly it echoed through his head. He wanted this woman to be his. Not just for today but forever. Ty pulled a piece of the sheer fabric free, went to the head of the bed and tied one arm loosely to one of the canopy poles. “Not too tight, is it?” He tested with a slight pull.

  “Just finish, Ty. I trust you. I know you’d never hurt me.”

  Her blind faith seared him to the bone. He hoped she was right, hoped after today he would be the man she thought him to be.

  After making his rounds, tying her other arm and legs to the poles, Ty stood back, drinking in the sight of her, filling his senses with her beautiful body. With predatory hunger filling him, he crawled up the bed to rest between her thighs. “Fucking amazing. The prettiest damn pussy I’ve ever seen, Maggie.” Ty opened her glistening lips with his hand and stroked his tongue up Maggie’s center.

  “Jesus Christ, I could get drunk on you. Look at these pretty pink lips.” He stroked her slit. “I could look at you all day.”

  “Do it! Put your mouth on me, Ty.” Her arm jerked like she forgot he’d tied her to the bed.

  “Sweet and sassy. God, you’re fucking perfect.” He tongued her clit with little lashes. A sigh sounded above him. He did as they both needed. Ty ate her, kissing her pussy and sucking up all her essence. Her swollen little nub begged for his attention so Ty gave it to her, flicking her clit with his tongue.

  “I need more. Suck it. Please…”

  His cocked swelled to painful stiffness behind the fly of his jeans. Circling her clit with his tongue, Ty pulled the nub into his mouth and sucked. That easily, Maggie shattered, a scream of pleasure piercing the air around them.

  “You needed that, didn’t you? You didn’t finger yourself while I was away?” Ty kissed her soft stomach with sweet, feathery kisses.

  “I tried. It didn’t work. Only you can satisfy me, Ty.” She spoke to him with the husky sound of pleasure in her voice.

  “Mm, maybe I should do it for you.” Ty pushed two fingers inside her. “I forgot how tight you are. Even on my damn fingers you make me feel like I could come from the pleasure.” He pumped inside her while his mouth explored every lush, womanly curve and arch of her body. He kissed her hips, ran his tongue over her stomach, and nibbled his way up to her tits. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

  “I … I can feel you everywhere. Your lips teasing my skin, your fingers filling me… Oh God … just right. Faster, Ty. Love me faster.”

  “No can do, baby.” He sucked a pert nipple into his mouth before letting it go. “I’m playing. Learning every inch of your body.” Ty pulled his fingers out of her and traced her nipples leaving her juices there. “Mm, you have no idea how good you taste.” He sucked her cream from each breast. “Have you ever tasted yourself, Maggie?”

  “No…” She writhed on the bed.

  Ty pushed his fingers inside her again then put them to her mouth. Her eyes locked with his the whole time Maggie sucked her juices off his fingers. His balls drew tight as his dick begged to be freed from his pants. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

  “I’d rather save you.”

  Her words stopped his heart. God help him but he wanted her to save him. For the first time in his life he realized he needed it. With an uncontrollable force Ty bruised her lips with his mouth, crushing her with his kiss. His hand found her center again. Pushing his fingers inside her silky heat gave him slight relief from the need burning his walls down. @@Kiss, suck, lick##, Ty worked his way down her chin to her throat, nuzzling and nipping at her flesh. “Every part of you tastes excellent. So uniquely Maggie.”

  “I want to touch you, Ty.” Her body arched toward his, her hips matched the pumps of his fingers.

  “You do, baby. You touch me more than you know.” With the palm of his hand Ty put pressure on her center. His thumb played with her clit while his fingers swam in the silky walls of her pussy. “I love having your body on display for me, having free reign on all these lush curves.”

  Pants and gasps were her only reply. Needing to feel her come Ty covered a nipple with his mouth and sucked. His fingers dug deep, hitting a spot that made her cry out. J@@ackpot##. In and out, Ty thrust matching the movement of Maggie’s hips. Taking her nipple between his teeth Ty bit down lightly. That’s all it took to push Maggie over the edge again. She climaxed, her inner walls milking his fingers like they would soon do to his cock.

  *

  The eager glint in Ty’s eyes while he untied her bounds made Maggie’s body explode from the inside out. Her heart overflowed with love for him, her body pulsed with desire for him and damn if she didn’t sense the same thing from him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, maybe all her orgasms were starting to go to her head but she felt to the marrow of her bones that this man loved her too. That he needed her just the way she needed him.

  Once free, Maggie rose up on her knees to kiss him. Ty’s clothed body raked against hers, adding to the sensations he already had coursing through her body. Her arousal mixed with the scent of earthy male created an invigorating smell that addicted her. “Let me play for a minute.”

  Pure, raw need flashed in Ty’s chestnut eyes as he stared at her with a tight jaw. It took everything in him not
to take her right now. She could see it, feel it but still he did as she asked. His dark blue shirt came over his head, giving Maggie access to taut, sun-kissed skin. Her tongue ate at his male nipples, kissed his chest while her hands roamed those strong shoulders that carried a weight he wouldn’t yet share with her.

  “You better get these damn pants off me before they burst into flames from the heat I’m generating, Maggie.”

  A giggle slipped past her lips because of her persistence. “Stand up.” Maggie sat with one leg on each side of Ty while he stood next to her bed. Button undone, zipper down, she pushed his pants down long, muscular legs. Ty took over from there stepping out of the denim. She fisted his shaft and stroked. “I love your body. Love the hardness of your cock.” With her other hand Maggie cupped his heavy sac. “The softness of the skin too.” She continued to play with him with both hands.

  Hands made fists at his sides. Veins pulsed purple on those very same hands as well as the erection in hers. Pre-cum beaded at the tip. “I think I could get addicted to this.” Maggie took him deep into her mouth slowly before pulling him out again. “Oh yes, I definitely could.”

  “Then suck me, baby. Let me feel your hot little mouth on my cock.”

  With one hand she stroked him. With her mouth she sucked him as far as she could. His head hit the back of her throat before she pulled out again.

  “Jesus.” Ty thread his fingers through her hair. “I can’t handle it, baby. God damn, you feel good but I need inside you. I want to come in that sweet pussy of yours.”

  God help her, she wanted that too. Badly.

  “Ride me, sweet Maggie. Show me that wicked wanton inside you.”

  Ty lay on the bed and pulled her on top of him. Unable to wait a second longer she impaled herself on his impressive erection. Maggie cried out. Ty groaned as she rocked her hips, rising up and down on Ty, who deliciously filled her.

  “So fucking good.”

  His rough hand massaged her breasts, the pads of his finger teasing the sensitive buds. “We’re good together. Let me love you, Ty. God, let me love you.” Maggie circled her hips, riding her wild stallion and hoping like hell he’d let her tame him.