I was warm and burrowed deeper to the heat not wanting to wake up. As I began to surface I opened my eyes to stare at the side profile of Maverick's face. His eyes were closed and still deeply sleeping. My hand was on his chest, I lifted it slowly. I was curled up to his side, my head had been resting on his shoulder. The last thing I needed was to show him any neediness. I wasn't that type of a girl. Feeling unsettled I began to move slowly. This whole situation was already spinning out of my control and I had to exert some control if I was going to be able to deal with everything.

Maverick stirred and I stilled. My eyes on him. I lowered my hand back to his chest slowly and he relaxed, seemingly slipping back into a peaceful sleep. It made me consider how his touch had made me feel. Did my touch do the same for him? It felt strange that someone needed me. No one had ever needed me before.

To be this close to him was intoxicating, my eyes went to his mouth and my stomach fluttered. I had the reckless urge to touch my mouth to his. It felt so right even with every reason why it was a bad idea was cycling through my mind at warped speed. This was another crazy rash urge I couldn't explain. There was no logic, it was something else that kept my eyes fixed on his lips. All I could think about, was how it would feel to kiss him.

This was a guy who had kidnapped me off the street, who had threatened me with jail, tortured me. The whole situation made little sense but what I couldn't deny was what I felt. There was no arguing that.

My gaze moved to his chest where my hand rested. I could feel the steady beat of his heart. Then my gaze went lower to his flat stomach. I wanted to touch him. Run my hands over his skin and feel it against mine. I closed my eyes briefly, fighting the desire I couldn't deny. Whether it was his magnetism or chemistry between us, was inconsequential. All the mattered was how much I wanted him. There was no denying that.

I leaned a little closer. I argued every reason why this was a bad idea but I couldn't stop myself from brushing my lips softly against his. Desire kicked me in the stomach and I moved my mouth against his. Any attempt to not wake him vanished and the only thing that mattered was the warmth that was spreading through me. Then his mouth moved against mine, it didn't even register that meant he was no longer sleeping. His arms wrapped around me holding me against him as he coaxed lips apart to dart his tongue against mine. I groaned. I had never felt like this before. This was not my first kiss but for the life of me I couldn't remember any kiss before this.

His kiss was deep and toe curling. What he wanted I gave. There was no fighting this.

Maverick growled and before I even realized what was happening I was flat on my back with him above me. His body pressed against mine and I held his face as he continued to kiss me. I inhaled sharply when his mouth broke from mine and I felt like I was spinning.

Our eyes met and held. There was no hiding how much I wanted him and how much he wanted me. I was breathless.

He closed his eyes, the struggle played across his handsome features. I reached out to touch to him, to comfort him.

"What the fuck?" A shrill cut through the room, and the cocoon between us.

"Fuck," Maverick swore as he shifted off me.

Confused and still struggling with the after affects of his touch I sat up to try make sense of what was unfolding. My heart was racing and I was still struggling to catch my breath.

The blonde girl who I had seen Maverick with at the bar stood in the doorway of his bedroom with a horrified and accusatory expression on her face.

Maverick moved to stand between us, blocking my direct view of the girl.

It was like a bucket of water being poured over me. The warmth I had experience turned cold. The realization of what had just happened with Maverick and taking in the jealous girl who was glaring at him like she was about to scream.

He held a hand to her. "Amy, I can explain."

I frowned. What did that mean? His words got my back right up and any warmth that lingered vanished to make place for my anger.

"How could you?" she shrilled.

"I can explain all of this Amy."

My anger was spiraling and Maverick sounded so calm.

"I'll leave," I announced slipping from the bed, intent on getting out of there as soon as I could.

I was not going to get caught up in this, whatever it was. There was no way I was sticking around to find out.

"Stop Victoria," Maverick commanded as he stepped in my path. His hands went to my shoulders.

I shrugged his hold off. It was difficult to look at him and remember how I had felt about him only moments ago. "Let go of me."

"Don't leave." He leveled his gaze with mine.

"Are you serious?" Amy's voice cut across us but Maverick didn't acknowledge her.

"Don't leave," he commanded and I crossed my arms.

I didn't do this. This was the type of situation I got far away from.

"Did you fuck her?" Amy's next question unleashed my temper.

Who the hell did this girl think she was? I shot passed Maverick to confront the blonde girl.

Maverick caught me around the waist and pulled me up against his front. No matter how much I struggled he wouldn't let go.

"Let me go," I yelled to him but his grip was like steel.

"What are you going do?" Amy taunted me and that only worsened my temper.

I tried to get myself free but Maverick wouldn't let me go.

"Get out," he commanded Amy. Anger dripped from his voice.

Her face fell, I had a moment of satisfaction at the hurt look on her face. I stopped struggling as much as she glared at Maverick.

But just when I thought she was going to disobey him she walked out slamming the door behind her.

Then there was silence but Maverick didn't loosen his hold on me.

"Let me go."

My temper was still in full force and I had the urge to chase Amy to face my wrath.

"I need you to calm down first," he said.

"I'm calm. Now let me go." I made myself stop struggling so he would release me.

"You're not calm," he murmured beside my ear.

The warmth of his breath sent a shiver of awareness through me and my stomach fluttered. How could I still want him after all of that? It was crazy.

If I knew what was good for me I would run as fast as I could.

"Calm down Vic," he whispered.

I hated how the use of a nickname made me feel.

"My name is Victoria." I stomped my foot to make a point.

"Are you calm?" he asked.

I was irritated and annoyed but my anger had begun to wane.

"Yes, I'm calm. Now let me go." I spoke through clenched teeth.

And then I was free.

I took a breath but refused to turn to face him. I didn't want to have to acknowledge what had happened before Amy had made a scene.

There was no disputing it. I had come onto him while he had been sleeping. It was mortifying. Who did that?

"Victoria," Maverick said, his tone serious. He was closer.

"I don't want to talk about it." The stubborn party of me that refused to face how I felt him won and I continued to keep my back to him. We didn't need to discuss it surely. Couldn't we just put it down to hormones and move along.

"We need to talk." His voice calm and serious.

I rolled my shoulders slightly, trying to find the courage to face him. The boy who made me feel so much, I didn't recognize myself anymore. This person I had become was stranger. I should want to get as far away as possible but there was no urge to run and that scared me more than anything.

Slowly, I turned to face Maverick. I wasn't ready for any of this.