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I didn’t realize I was drifting into the room before it was too late.

Mid-lift, Maverick’s eyes snap up to mine, pinning me in place. I let out a small gasp at the intensity in his eyes.

We hold one another's gaze, the music continuing to play around us, but we don’t look away.

My breathing starts to pick up, my body tingling with pleasure as he slowly sets the weight down.

He doesn’t say a word, keeping his eyes on me as he stands up straight. My body flushes, the sight of him dripping with sweat, doing things to me.

Grabbing the towel that’s laid over the bench he was sitting on, he wipes sweat from his forehead, not taking his eyes off me as he slowly makes his way over to me.

I’m frozen in place, unable to move. I was just caught creeping on the damn guy. What is wrong with me?

I mean, why shouldn’t I be able to enjoy the view? After everything they’ve done to me, I think a little ogling is nothing.

My chest rises and falls with every step closer to me he gets. My blood pounds in my ears, my heart slamming against my rib cage.

He’s almost toe to toe with me when he comes to a stop.

My breathing catches as I tilt my head back to look up at him. His chest is still heaving from his workout, and I can smell the sweat on him. It should gross me out, but it doesn’t. Fuck, I want to lean forward and lick the bead of sweat about to drip off his jawline.

The fire in his eyes has my head swimming. I’m so aroused right now, it’s not even funny.

It’s been far too long since I’ve been with a man. Really been with a man. Shepherd doesn’t count, I thought that was a dream.

This? This is not a dream. This is very much real, and I find myself more than happy about that.

Oh god, he’s leaning in. Is he just gonna kiss me? Just like that? Out of nowhere?

Am I going to let him?

Fuck yeah I am!

Because right now my brain is not working right. He’s so damn close I can’t think straight. The only thing on my mind is letting him do whatever he wants to me.

My eyes flutter shut, waiting for his lips to touch mine.

Only, they don’t. Brows furrowing, I open my eyes as he chuckles softly.

This mother fucking asshole bends down, opening the mini fridge that I didn’t see right beside me, and grabs a bottle of water.

He stands up to his full height, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement. He cracks open the cap and takes a few long swigs, still keeping his gaze locked with mine.

My cheeks heat with embarrassment as I watch his throat work.

Of course he wasn’t going to kiss me.

“Cat got your tongue, Little Bunny?” I can’t help the shiver that his deep voice causes.

“No,” I mutter, his smile growing.

“What are you doing up this early?” he asks, not bothering to move away, staying right where he is. I can feel the heat emanating off his body.

I clear my throat, wanting to step away, but I can’t.

I lick my lips and answer him. “I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk.”

“Did you like what you saw?”