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“Rhett.” My name was a soft whisper.
“Tell me no if you don’t want this. Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don’t say it in the next five seconds, I’m taking you to my bedroom and showing you exactly what I meant when I said I was going to make you mine.”
Five seconds passed.
She didn’t say no.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured, bending down and lifting her into my arms.
She yelped, but her arms went around my neck. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed.” I headed for the stairs. “Where you belong.”
“I can walk and I’m too heavy.”
I stopped. “What did you just say?”
She tilted that defiant little chin at me. “I said I’m too heavy to carry.”
“I’m a grown man, Maggie. I can decide what I can and cannot do. And carrying you, feeling these curves against me. It’s the best damn feeling I’ve had a long time.” I continued into the house, opening the door while still holding her tight. “And if I wasn’t in so much of a hurry to feel that tight pussy of yours squeezing the life out of my cock, I’d put you over my knee for saying that.”
She opened her mouth than closed it. I kicked the door shut behind me and carried her up the stairs straight to my bedroom.
I set her down next to the bed, then stepped back, giving her space.
“We’re going to take this slow. Or as damn slow as I can,” I said ruefully, even though every instinct I had was screaming at me to throw her down and devour her. “I’m going to touch you, kiss you, make you feel good. And if at any point you want me to stop, you tell me. Understand?”
She nodded.
“Words, Maggie. I need to hear you say it.”
“I understand.”
“Good.” I moved closer, ran my hands up her arms to her shoulders. “Now, let’s get you out of this dress and see what you’ve been hiding from me.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Maggie
I was shaking so badly, I knew he could see it.
I stood there in his bedroom, watching him watch me, and I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. All I could do was feel—the heat of his gaze on my skin, the anticipation coiling tight in my belly, the nervous excitement that made my hands shake.
This was happening. This was really happening.
“You’re thinking too much again.” He moved closer, his hands sliding up my arms to cup my face. “I can see it all over your face. Whatever you’re worried about, stop.”
“I’m not worried, I’m just—” I didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Terrified? Excited? Both?
“Just what?” His thumbs stroked along my upper arms, gentle despite the heat in his eyes.
“Nervous,” I admitted. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to... I’ve never...”
“I know.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “That’s why I’m going to take care of everything. All you have to do is feel. Can you do that for me?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
“Words, Maggie.”
