“Oh, God,” I murmur, arching toward him. He swirls and devours, sucks and nips as his other hand descends lower, sliding between my legs.
“Mia.” His voice is devotion. His fingers, a dangerous invitation, sliding and swirling. His thumb circles my clit, and I quiver. Need acute, I grind against him, begging.
His eyes meet mine—heat and fire. Fingers claim me as I gasp, squirm.
“Easy,” Maverick says against my mouth, hot breath brushing my cheek. “Trust me, Princess.”
My eyes slide shut. Heat curls and twists, melting into his touch. Warm lips feather down my ribcage, trailing fire. Excruciating. Slow.
He slides lower. I tremble, a live wire at his touch.
Shouldering between my legs, his head dips. I dissolve into bliss. Breath racing. Body unraveling.
And, God, how he moves. Slow. Savoring. Claiming.
His thick tongue is wet velvet, pushing me to the edge. My hips buck, desperate. He’s on me, inside me … circling, stroking.
Until I throb—dizzy, aching, unhinged.
Desire hums through me. Pleasure sharp as a knife’s point.
Then, I shatter.
The world falls away.
My voice echoes through the cabin. No control.
Just the cowboy with dark eyes and steady hands.
He palms my cheek—seeing—truly seeing me. “You okay?”
“More than okay,” I whisper. “Better than—” I can’t speak.
“Oh, yeah?” He chuckles huskily. “Need a break?”
“No, Maverick,” I whisper, clutching his neck. “I need more—you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Then, don’t stop.” I stretch up, capturing his mouth.
He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. His thick cock digs into my leg as I straddle him.
“Want you to ride me, Mia. Take what you need from me. I won’t hold anything back.”
Our eyes lock. I rise, grip his girth, and slowly inch over him.
Too much. I grimace.
His hands grip my hips, guiding me back.
“Slow and easy, Princess. No rush.”
I stroke his cheek, love radiating from my eyes.
This time, I savor him, sliding up and down. Exploring. Accepting. Trusting.
His hands draw me lower as desire builds. Steadying me when I squeeze my eyes tight.
