Maggie woke to the sensation of kisses being placed on her neck. She was really going to need to work on her crazy dreams. It was bad enough, she had slept with Trevor in the first place, now she was dreaming about doing it again.

“Finally,” she heard from behind her as another kiss was placed on her neck. “I’ve been trying to wake you for twenty minutes. I was about to go to drastic measures.”

Her eyes shot open as the events of the previous night came rushing back. Nope, none of that was a dream. Trevor had shown up to her apartment, bought Pocket some cat toys, and then put in a movie her and her Grammie used to watch. She shuddered, remembering how they’d argued and ended up sleeping together again.

“Trevor?” she said wearingly.

“Who else would it be?” he jerked and braced himself on his arm. He now looked over her shoulder down at her. Why did he look so upset?

“Who else spends the night in your bed?” he asked.

Oh my god, he’s actually lost his freaking mind. Her mouth opened and closed as she stared at him in shock.

“Answer me, Maggie. Who else gets to see you like this? Do you let them touch you, taste you? Who?” His eyes narrowed at her as his jaw tightened.

Yup, she somehow ended up on the crazy train again. She boarded that train a lot when Trevor was involved. She looked at his stern face once more before bursting out into a deep laugh.

“Maggie, this isn’t funny,” he growled, which made her laugh harder.

She screamed when he soared over her so he was now straddling her waist, her hands were pinned above her head. “Mine,” he growled before kissing her. His kiss had her captivated instantly. Their tongues battled as he fought to control the kiss. “Mine,” he said again as he removed his lips from hers and started kissing down her jawline.

A groan escaped her as he moved to kiss her neck. “Now that I have you, you’re mine.”

Those words were like an ice bucket being dumped into her head. “Now that you have me. I’m yours? I am not an object to be possessed,” she stated.

“I possessed you pretty well last night, just like I’m about to do right now.”

Anger shot through her. She pushed his body causing him to fall backwards. “What the hell!” he demanded.

“You’re an asshole.” Maggie bunched the blanket around her chest, holding onto it like her life depended on it.

“Not this shit again,” he said before righting himself.

Why the hell was he annoyed? She was about to argue with him when her eyes instead went to the appendage between his legs. Could you blame her? It was long, thick and begged to be touched.

“Eyes up here.”

She shot her eyes to his face. When she saw the smirk, she scolded herself for being caught, and worse, looking there to begin with. With a huff, she looked away. “Jerk.”

“You keep calling me that,” he said. “You’re gonna give me a complex.”

She looked back to him. “What, that you are a jerk? Good.”

“No,” he mumbled before crawling up her body. “I think this is like the time when kids call their crushes’ names, but secretly they are trying to tell them they like them. Every time you call me a name, it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You call me names a lot, so that must mean you like me a whole hell of a lot.” He placed his hand over his heart and closed his eyes for a moment. “It brings joy to my soul.”

Forgetting about the sheets, she launched herself at him, knocking him onto his back. Straddling his waist, she pinned his arms above his head. “You are a fucking piece of work, Trevor McCain,” she growled.

Trevor was in heaven. Absolute heaven. He knew he’d be able to get a rise out of Maggie if he pushed her hard enough. And, that was exactly what he wanted to do. The moment she woke up, he could tell she was overthinking again. After last night, that was the last thing he wanted.

Looking at the woman above him, completely naked, set his world on fire. Her breasts swayed with her movements, her eyes gleaming with lust. The fact that she thought she could make him submit to her furthermore set him ablaze.

Sure, he could easily overthrow her, but why the hell would he want to?

All he needed to do was lift her up a few inches and slide into her.

He groaned.

He could already feel her essences against his skin.

“Are you even listening to me?”

What? Was she speaking? “Huh?”

“Typical,” she said before sliding off of him and back onto the bed.

No! Come back!

Looking completely confused he pushed himself on to his elbows. His poor neglected erection swayed in the wind. Don’t worry, you stupid bastard, I’ll get her back. “What are you going on about?”

Sighing she grabbed the sheets and covered her body once again. All that did was piss him off. Didn’t she get he needed to see her body? And, every time she hid it from him, he’d get fucking pissed beyond belief. He shot up grabbing onto the offending material and yanked it away. “How dare you cover up?” he snarled.

She looked at him as if he’d grown an extra head. Good, he thought, hopefully now she’ll finally get it.

Narrowing her eyes, she reached for the blanket again. “Give it back!”

“No”, he replied, casually as he tossed it behind them.

“Yes.” She went to retrieve it but he blocked her.

“Don’t you get it? I want to be able to look at you at all times,” he said, as a matter of fact. “You’re mine now and I want to have access whenever I want it.”

“I’ll murder you.” She glared.

“You and what army?”

As if on cue, Pocket jumped onto the bed right next to Maggie. Oh shit!

Maggie looked at Pocket, and to his surprise burst into laughter. “Pocket, baby,” she said with her laugh. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you but you are getting a freakin’ steak tonight.”

Pocket turned to Trevor and slowly blinked at him -causing Trevor to shiver- before moving to Maggie and caressing her chin with his head. He could hear Pocket’s purr from where he was. Weird ass creature.

Maggie turned to Trevor. “I guess those cat toys didn’t win him over.”

He shook his head. “I wasn’t trying to win him over,” he said. “Maggie, it’s you. You’re who I want.”

She stopped petting Pocket and stared at him.

“I don’t know how many times I am going to have to tell you, but it’s true. Maggie Connolly, you are the one I want.” He moved up the bed with his hand out to cautiously pet Pocket. When his fingers reached his fur, Pocket jumped from Maggie to him demanding more attention.

At least he didn’t attack me this time, Trevor thought.

“You keep saying that,” she interjected.

“I keep saying that because it’s true. Yeah, we both know I fucked up. There is no denying that, but I want you. No,” he corrected himself. “I need you.”

They were both quiet as he continued to pet the cat. No arguing was good, right? At least for them, he thought so.

“I just don’t understand,” she finally said.

“What’s there to understand?” he asked.

“Trevor, you were an asshole. It’s still hard to wrap my head around the fact that you want to sleep with me, especially after the things you said.”

He sighed as he placed his hand on his heart. “There you go calling me names again.”

Maggie took the pillow from behind her and threw it at his face. “Jackass!”

“Exactly,” he said. “Oh shit!” He braced himself as another pillow hit him. “Truce, truce!” He held his hands in surrender. He then pushed the pillows away and stared at her. She was beautiful. Her body was supple, her hips were the perfect size for his hands. Her hair was a mess, but it brought character to her face. Her cheeks were red, like a rose. Her breasts hung freely and if he looked a little farther south, he could see the beginning of her apex. Everything about her was out of this world. And, everything he never thought he wanted.

How hadn’t he seen that the first day she walked in on him?

Clearing his throat, he started, “You’re right. I haven’t given you any proof that I mean what I’m saying. Well other than...” He looked down at his growing erection. Shrugging, he made it more visible. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed about what the sight of her body did to him.

“I want to prove it to you. I want to show you that I like you. I want to be with you, and,” he said while he reached out to place a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “I know you have feelings for me too. Why else would you tell me everything you did last night? I want you to give us a chance to explore these feelings.”

The room fell completely silent.

A war was raging inside of Maggie. How could she believe him? But with the way he looked at her, how could she not?

She looked down at her uncovered body. Her rolls were fully on display. Any other time she would have been disgusted at the blatant display of her curves. But with the way Trevor caressed her with his eyes, she felt anything but shame. All those vile words her mother or classmates would have danced through her mind, but this time they were seeming to disappear into the background.

Trevor seemed as though he wanted her, but would he still want her as soon as the word got out? Would he stand by her side while people made fun of her, or asked if he was doing it as a charity case? Would he still want her then?

“What about in public?” she asked looking away from him. With his answer, he could potentially tear her in two.

“What about it?” he countered, before picking up Pocket and placing him between them so he could let the cat attack his fingers.

“You know,” she whispered. “What happens when people find out you’re dating the fat chick?”

She felt the room shift. Cautiously, she looked at him. His eyes were narrowed and his lips thin. His nostrils flared, before he spoke again, “If anyone, and I mean anyone, says anything about you, I will fucking rip out their throats,” he growled. “No one says anything negative about you. Ever.”

“People will always say something negative about me, Trevor. It will never go away. But, what will you do when they start saying negative things about you because you’re dating me?”

He cocked his eyebrow. “Like I give a flying fuck?”

Why did he have to look so attractive when he did that?

“Maggie, seriously, you should know by now I have never given a crap about what anyone says or thinks about me. That’s not my style.”

“You say that now,” she murmured.

“Where the hell is she?” he asked looking around the room.

Confused she looked around the room as well. “Who?”

“Maggie Connolly,” he said before jumping up and looking around the room more, under the bed, behind the curtains. “I know for damn sure that you’re not her. The Maggie I know doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of her and will put anyone in their place. She fucking lives to spar. Now, where is she?”

“Have you lost your mind?” she panicked when he opened her curtains all the way. Now his naked body was on full display in front of the window for anyone to see.

Pulling him back she stood with her hands on her hips, her posture ready for a fight.

“There she is. Thank fucking god,” he said before taking the step between them. Placing his hands on the sides of her face, he brought his lips down to hers.

Kissing him never ceased to amaze her. His hunger for her always blew her mind. Pulling out of the kiss, he leaned his forehead on hers. “Come with me to the premiere, be my date.”

“Uhh, that’s still a while away,” she said.

“I know,” he answered.