“It was.”
She doesn’t have to say how good that felt. In many ways, to even try would diminish just how fucking epic it was.
And I already know we’re going to be doing that again.
Chapter Thirty
Hannah
I watch Maverick sleep in the dawn light.
He woke me up twice for more of what we did for the first time last night. More amazing—ridiculouslyamazing—sex. Once I was on top. The other time he took me from behind. Each time was better than the last. And I’m addicted. I want him again right now.
I lean over and kiss his lips. When he doesn’t stir, I go a step further. Sliding down beneath the covers, I wrap my lips around his cock, which quickly hardens.
“Hannah.” Maverick’s sleepy voice sounds rough, which turns me on even more.
I keep sucking on him as I wrap one hand around his thick length.
“Hannah. Fuck.” He sounds more awake now, and his hands gently grip my hair.
I keep going until he gets out, “Coming…”
I don’t pull off of him, and he mutters, “Hannah. I’m…fuck.” I stay on him as he releases into my mouth.
“Come up here,” he growls as I look up from underneath the blanket.
I crawl up his body, and he gives me a hard kiss.
“Good morning,” I say into his lips.
“Good morning.” He flips me onto my back and makes his way down my body, his lips trailing kisses along the way. “My turn.”
* * *
An hour later, my body relaxed and sated, Maverick cooks us eggs and bacon. I feed Lucky her breakfast and bring her over to the litter box.
And then, we take a drive through the Colorado National Monument. The desert landscape high on a plateau is amazing, and the red rocks and sheer-walled canyons that cut deep into sandstone are breathtakingly beautiful. I put little Lucky into the backpack, and Maverick agrees to carry her on his back.
“We’ll do a light hike,” he says. “Devil’s Kitchen is only a mile long.”
As we walk along the trail, I video Maverick with Lucky on his back. “You two look adorable together,” I say.
He grumbles about it, but I catch the flash of brightness in his eyes. Maverick Court is a secret softie.
I turn off the video and start snapping photo after photo instead.
“Hannah…” he warns. “That’s enough for a lifetime.”
I pat his arm. “You’ll be happy to have these when we part. It will remind you of the trip you took to start your football career.”
He stops on the trail and takes my chin in his hand. “It will remind me ofyou, Hannah. This trip will always be one of the best times of my life.”
I bite my lip. “Mine too, Maverick.”
He doesn’t take his eyes off of me for a long moment, and for a second, I’m sure he’s going to say he wants to see me when our trip ends.
Three heartbeats pass.
