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Chapter 1

Her hands moved down his chest and trailed over his stomach to his belt buckle, leaving a wall of fire in their wake. His nerve endings throbbed with desire. Her head tilted back to rest against the hotel room door, and her legs parted in the short red sequined dress. He moved closer, his hands shaking with the need to touch her. This was wrong. He shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be anywhere near her. Every atom in his body screamed at him to walk away, to resist.

God help him, he fucking couldn’t.

“Kiss me, Nate.” Her pale pink lips softened, and her cheeks darkened. Her chestnut hair framed her face, the pupils in her dark blue irises dilated. She was a walking wet dream and one that had filled his nights for too long.

He needed to leave. Getting involved with Maddie Worth was a bad goddamn idea. His eyes fell to her breasts, her taut nipples pressed against the material of her dress. His jaw worked and he dragged his eyes up to her full, pouty lips.

“Fuck it,” he breathed and brought his lips down over hers. Her hot wetness filled his mouth, making his dick throb. A moan sounded in her throat, sending a tremor through his body. His hands landed on the smooth curve of her hips. He dropped his palms to her thighs and his fingers brushed the bare skin beneath her dress. He lifted her in his arms and her ankles swept around his waist, cradling his junk between her legs. His body hummed, the roar of blood thundered through his ears.

Her fingers threaded in his hair, and her tongue sank into his mouth, moving easily over his. He ground into her, rocking his groin against the thin material of her panties. His dick expanded until it threatened to explode. He wouldn’t last long. One, two minutes tops. That wasn’t how he’d envisioned a night with Maddie. He wanted to lay into her over and over again, to kiss every inch of her, to make her whimper and scream in pleasure. Not blow his load before he could even get inside her.

He pressed her back against the wall beside the door, and his body sank against her. If he didn’t take her now, he would embarrass himself. His tongue molded to hers, and her back arched against the wall, pressing her harder against him. His heart pounded and guilt swirled through his brain.

He was a scumbag. This was the last woman in the world he should be with, and yet she was the only one he wanted.

“God, Nate. I need you now,” she panted. Her hips pulsed hungrily against him. He pulled his head away and buried his face in the crook of her neck. The soft, sweet scent of her flowery perfume invaded him. Fuck, he’d never get that scent out of his head. Her hands moved down his back, around his waist and to his zipper. He squeezed his eyes shut until pain surged through his temples.

His hands tightened on her hips, and slowly he lowered her to her feet. With heels on, the top of her head met his nose. Her eyes, wide and wild, flew to his.

“What’s the matter?”

He rubbed his hand over his face and shook his head.

“Nate, what is it?” Her fingers dug into his forearm. Goddammit, he’d never left a woman hanging in his life. He couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t bring himself to see the disappointment in her eyes. She shook his arm impatiently.

“I can’t do this, all right? I can’t. I’m sorry.” He broke out of her hold and unlocked the hotel room door. Her hands slammed into his back, jerking him forward. The shove wasn’t hard, but it was angry.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’re walking away?”

He swallowed a ball of self-disgust and focused his gaze on the door. “I’m sorry, Maddie.” He opened it and slipped out.

“Nate!” she cried. He pulled the door shut behind him and strode to the elevator. The bright fluorescent lights did nothing to wash away his lust.

But that’s all it was… lust. Wasn’t it? He gritted his teeth and punched the elevator button.

He wasn’t so sure.