Maggie's head fell back when his hand found her, the heat searing through the thin material of the sundress. Then his hips rocked into her and it was all she could do to muffle the deep moan. Her fingers clawed at him, his shirt, his pants, needing his skin beneath her fingers, needing to free him to do...whatever he wanted to claim her. Just the thought had her shivering and she made quick work of the button and zip. She pushed the material away, down over his hips, then dug her fingers into his hips. Waiting.