Maverick climbs in behind me, and he immediately lays me down on my back. “You want an orgasm?” he asks as he hovers over me.
His dark eyes glitter with lust, and I reach up and touch his smoothly-shaved jaw.
“Yes,” I say softly.
“How many?” he asks.
Isn’t one the only answer? “I can only come once,” I say.
“Bull. Shit.” He draws out the two words for effect. “You’ll come at least two times, probably three.”
“What?” I try to sit up, but he reaches out his hand and gently pushes me back down. “And how, I can’t…”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
My shorts are suddenly pulled down and off.
Holy bossy man. Maverick is as authoritative as I thought he would be, and I’m so turned on I’m actually embarrassed.
But as he slides his hand inside the panel of my underwear, he groans. “So fucking wet for me. So good.”
His obvious arousal relaxes my nerves, and I drop my self-consciousness. Craig was always squeamish of my bodily reactions, but Maverick seems to be quite different.
He dips one thick finger just inside me.
And I freeze.
“Spread your legs more for me,” he commands. “You’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you when I add another finger.”
“I’ve never had more than one finger,” I say without planning to admit that. “I haven’t usually…liked finger fucking.”
“You’ll be begging for two fingers in a couple minutes,” he promises me.
I highly doubt that. I usually tolerate foreplay, but I’ve never gotten off on it. The truth is that Craig’s time was always limited, and we typically jumped right into intercourse. But I don’t want to tell Maverick that.
“Hannah.” His eyes are warm. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I say quickly. “I want this. I do. I would just prefer we have sex, I guess.”
Maverick removes his finger and leans down to kiss the side of my mouth. “I told you I won’t have sex with you in my truck on the side of the highway like this. It’s not fair to you. And when we do fuck, we’re going to take our time.”
I stare at him. “We are?”
He nods. “I’m going to learn every part of your gorgeous body and make sure I know what you like.”
“Oh.” A night of what was supposed to be rebound sex suddenly sounds a lot more complicated.
He’s watching me, his expression neutral. “We can stop and get back on the road.”
I shake my head. “I want to keep going.” I reach for his hand.
He smiles at me, the best kind of Maverick Court’s smiles. The kind that feels like he reserves it for the people he truly cares about, the kind he never shows to the public.
“I have a better idea.”
Within five seconds, his head is between my legs. “Can I kiss you here?” he asks.
While I may not be used to foreplay, Maverick’s hot breath fanning my sensitive skin feels too good to stop.
