Maverick grips the back of my head and a low laugh rumbles out of him. “Of course I have a condom. I put a new one in my wallet after Chicago. I was feeling optimistic about there being a second time.”
“Thank god.”
“Probably my favorite nickname you have for me.”
I roll my eyes and dig into his pocket. A frantic need pulses through me as I pull out the leather wallet and sort through his credit cards and ID.
I have to have him.
I stop when I see a picture tucked behind his black AMEX.
“You carry around a photo of June?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He traces the picture of her with high pigtails and her two front teeth missing, and my heart nearly cracks in two. “I told you she’s my favorite person in the world.”
“Goddamn you.” I fist the cotton of his shirt and give him a little shake. “Why do you have to be so goddamn hot and such a nice guy?”
Maverick smiles. A dimple, a flush of red on his cheeks. “You hate that I’m a nice guy, don’t you?”
“I despise it.”
“This would be so much easier if I was an asshole, wouldn’t it? Then you could pretend you want to fuck me because you hate me, not because I know how to treat you right. Because I know how to treat you like you deserve.” His fingers toy with the strap of my tank top, and he drags it down my arm, all the way to my elbow. “We both know two times isn’t going to be enough.”
“It’s more than enough,” I say, and his laugh is sin on my skin. “Two times too many.”
“All right, Emmy girl. I’ll play your game.” Maverick plucks the foil packet from behind a wad of cash and chucks his wallet at the wall. “Only because I’m not afraid to admit I want you so damn bad.”
Our shirts land in a heap on the floor. My eyes roam down his chest, and I sigh.
“It’s really unfair how good you look,” I say under my breath.
“I could say the same about you.” He puts one hand on the small of my back and the other on my stomach, sitting up so he can suck on my nipple. “I’m usually more of an ass guy, but I could touch your tits all day long.”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” I spread my legs wider, and the head of his cock presses into my shorts. “Touch all you want.”
“Did you like what I did last time?” Maverick switches to the other side of my chest. His tongue swirls around the peak of my nipple, and I groan. “Anything you’d change?”
“Now is not the time for a survey, Miller.” I close my eyes and reach between us, adjusting the bulge of his length so I can drag myself over it. “Oh.I like that.”
“Think you can get your first one while you still have shorts on?” He massages my breast, and I rock forward. “I bet you can.”
“Why am I doing all the work?” I huff and roll my hips, searching for the friction I crave. “You have two hands. And a tongue.”
“Because watching you try to fuck yourself on me is hot as hell, even though we both know you’re going to need more. Three fingers, right? And every inch of my cock.”
Words are impossible to find. I blow out a shaky exhale and grind against the fabric of his clothes, a slow swell of pressure building inside me.
“There you go,” Maverick whispers, and he brushes a piece of hair out of my face. “Stain my shorts. Make me walk back to my room with your cum all over them.”
“I’ve never?—”
“Come on someone’s lap before? You do it so beautifully, Emmy girl.Fuck. When you’re close, I want you to pull your shorts to the side, okay? I want to see you when you come.”
I hold onto his shoulders and dig my fingers into his muscles. I’m uncoordinated and off-balance, rotating my hips again and again until I find the perfect angle where the head of his cock pushes against my clit.
My legs shake, trembling in a way that makes it difficult to reach down and move the wet fabric aside.
“Look at that pussy. That’s so good, Emmy.” Maverick kisses the top of my chest then sinks his teeth into the curve of my breast. I cry out, the stimulation almost too much to bear before he licks over the bite marks with his tongue. “All of it, baby. I want all of it.”
