“Mmm,” I groan, pulling my thumb free only to press my mouth to hers for a bruising kiss before I start moving. My hips drive forward, each thrust pulling another sound from her that makes my chest tighten and my cock throb harder.
“You take me so well, baby,” I pant, kissing along her jaw, down her throat. “Every inch of you is mine. Look at you, so perfect, so fucking perfect.”
Her hands clutch at the back of my neck, and I can feel the way her body yields under me, opening up to take me deeper. The bed creaks with the rhythm I set, my hips slamming into hers again and again, each thrust met with a breathless moan of my name.
I’m near the edge. My control’s barely holding on. “Gonna give you every last drop again, dollface,” I grit, my voice a low growl in her ear. “Fill you up so good you’ll still be dripping me in the morning.”
“Every drop,” she whispers, tears stinging her eyes from the intensity. “Give me everything.”
My hips stutter, then lock as I spill inside her for the third time, groaning her name like it’s the only word I’ve ever known. She shudders beneath me, her body milking me through it as her nails scratch along my back.
Our breathing is uneven, sweat cooling on our skin. Idon’t pull out—yet. Instead, I lie down beside her and pull her on top of me, keeping her straddling my hips so I can still feel the warm, snug fit of her around me. My hands glide over her lower back, tracing every dip of muscle and curve of skin.
I tilt my head back, studying her face—flushed, hair tousled, lips swollen.
“You know what’s fucked up,” I say, a lazy grin tugging at my mouth. “Every time I think I’ve hit my limit with you, I realize I was nowhere close, and I’m not sure I ever want to find it.”
amelia
. . .
Maverick has me wrapped in his arms like a giant teddy bear, his chest pressed flush against my back, as his thick thigh hooks over mine, locking me in place.
I should run away while I still can. It’d be easier to leave before he realizes I don’t belong here. Before he wakes up and sees me for what I am. But my body betrays me.
Instead of running, I curl myself tighter into his chest.
I tilt my head slightly to glance back at him. He’s still deeply asleep, with a relaxed face I’ve never seen before. The corners of his mouth hint at a smile even when he’s at rest. I let my eyes examine him, from his defined jaw softened by a faint shadow of stubble, to the little lines etched at the corners of his eyes from years of grinning too big and squinting into stadium lights.
Carefully, I inch away from his hold, untangling myself without waking him. My bare feet touch the cool wood floor as I quietly walk into the bathroom, softly closing the door behind me.
The sudden glare from the overhead light makes mewince, and I lift my hand to block my eyes. When they finally adjust, I freeze.
There’s a note taped to the mirror in messy handwriting I immediately recognize—slanted, hurried, like he couldn’t write it down fast enough.
Last night was fucking amazing, I think I’m pregnant. You’re amazing, baby, and so beautiful. Anywho, can I wear the Ghostface mask again?
I snort; he’s too fucking much. When did he even have time to write this? Before bed? This morning?
My chest tightens, and I hate how quickly my instincts kick in. The warning bells. The pullback. The voice in my head whispering that no man means it forever. I tug at the ends of my hair, trying to shake it off physically.
Maverick’s not like the rest.
He can’t be… right?
A scoff escapes me before I can stop it. I switch off the light and leave the bathroom, shoving those thoughts into the same box I shove everything else that scares me.
When I walk back into the bedroom, he’s awake, propped up on one elbow, and his smile spreads from ear to ear when he sees me. It’s blinding.
He’s devastatingly handsome.
“Morning, dollface,” he starts, voice still rough with sleep.
Before I can respond, his phone rings, breaking the moment. He looks at the screen and exhales. “Hold on, baby, it’s Maggie.”
I nod, watching him swing his legs over the side of thebed. He grabs the phone and steps out onto the balcony, the sliding door clicking shut behind him.
The room feels too empty without him. I sit on the edge of the mattress, twiddling my thumbs for a few seconds before finally grabbing my own phone.
