Only You by Kate Kelly Page B

he’d jumped in the car and brought her up here to distract her, but Maggie would eventually want to know what had happened in his marriage if they spent more time together. He didn’t think he could face telling her. He was that much of a coward.
    They didn’t talk until they arrived back at the hotel. “I’ll walk you to your room,” JD offered.
    Maggie gave him a preoccupied smile. “Sure.”
    “What floor are you on?” he asked as the elevator door opened.
    “Um . . . I don’t know. I forgot my key. Hang on a sec, I’ll ask at the desk.”
    He watched her walk across the lobby and talk to the desk clerk. Watched how her deceptively simple dress showed the elegant lines of her body. He wished that things were simple between them, that he could invite her to his room for the night. But there was no point in getting involved with a woman who wanted a baby when he couldn’t deliver, and even if he could, he wouldn’t. He would never, ever have children.
    Maggie, with her optimism and joie de vivre, was going to be an incredible mother.
    “Are you leaving tomorrow?” Maggie asked as the elevator took them to the fifth floor.
    “Later in the day. I’ve got to take care of some things if I decide to take on that house.”
    “You’re excited about designing again?”
    He hesitated. “Part of me is, yeah. But it’s been over three years, and I’m a little apprehensive. Maybe I’m not as good as I thought I was.” He glanced at her, then away. “Plus, I don’t like that the house is in Salt Lake. I’ll have to be here part time.”
    “Are you worried about the ranch?”
    The elevator stopped, and he took her elbow as they got off. He needed to touch her, and right now, her elbow was as far as he trusted himself. “The ranch? Not really. Ethan can handle things there.”
    “Is he moving to the ranch?”
    “Someday,” he hedged. “Ethan keeps his plans to himself, so I don’t know exactly what he wants to do.” He had a good idea of what his brother wanted to happen in his life, but it wasn’t his place to say what that was.
    When they stopped at Maggie’s door and she smiled at him, her eyes held a hint of sadness.
    “Good night.” She brushed her lips over his cheek and turned to the door, but he wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her around to face him.
    Before he could change his mind, he dipped his head and tasted her lips. Coffee and mint, an addictive combination. Slowly, he raised his hands and placed them on her hips. He loved her angles, loved how they fit together.
    He closed his eyes and sank into her taste and her scent. Addictive wasn’t a strong enough word for her. Mesmerizing. Provocative. Definitely sexy. Her breasts pushed against his chest, and he grew hard, remembering how flushed and aroused she’d looked in his arms their one night together. Her full, generous mouth, soft against his, lured him in deeper than he’d planned or dared.
    He’d only meant to kiss her good night. A quick taste, a brush of lips against lips. But as she sighed into his mouth, he tumbled deeper into the taste and feel of her until his heart drummed the resonant, primitive beat of possession and need.
    He wanted her. Had to have her.
    Now.
    “Stay with me tonight,” he begged.
    And then her tears were back, and he cursed himself for being a selfish idiot. He didn’t have what she wanted, and to continue on like this would only hurt both of them. They couldn’t go forward from here, and they sure as hell couldn’t go back and undo that they knew they were perfect for each other. But not.
    He rested his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
    “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I never cry. I’m all mixed up inside. Nothing’s working out like I thought it would. I’m not supposed to fall in love.”
    He stilled in the act of smoothing her hair back from her face. “No,” he insisted. “I’m not . . . You’re not . . .” But