“I’m not ready for the day to end.”
She’s warm and soft as she gets closer, and I’m trying to stay still so I don’t startle her.She really is like a little mouse that’s timid and scared, but I don’t want to hurt her.I want to be the one that keeps her safe.
Slowly, I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear.When I do, I let my fingers trace the shell of it.Her body responds with a shiver of desire, and I linger there on the delicate skin of her neck.
“I’m not ready for the day to end either,” I say as my eyes lock with hers.
This is a pivotal moment where we can stop and I can put distance between us.After all she’s been through, she might think that she can’t say no or face me kicking her out.From everything she’s told me, her life has been transactional, and I’m not going to have her thinking that now.
“But,” I say as I trace my finger along her chin, “I need you to tell me what you want, little mouse.Exactly what you want.Not what you think I want or what you think I need.You have to say the words so I know you’re with me.”
She looks in my eyes, and I see some hesitation before she moves in a bit closer.“Will you kiss me?”
“Where do you want me to kiss you?”I can see the flush of her cheeks turning bright pink before my thumb grazes along her bottom lip.“Why don’t we start here?”
“Yes,” she says quickly as I bend down.
“Close your eyes,” I whisper.She squeezes them shut, and I brush my lips over hers in the barest of kisses.
I’m braced for how soft and delicate she feels against me, but what I’m not prepared for is the heat.Something like an electric current sparks between our mouths, and then I feel her hands in my hair, gripping me tightly.The next thing I know, she’s pulling me closer and parting her lips.Suddenly, my tongue is against hers, and I’ve got my hands on her hips, dragging her onto my lap.
Half a second before was calm and careful, and now we are two starving animals hungry for more than food.All I can do is follow my instincts to spread her legs and let her straddle me while I taste her sweetness.
Juliet moans in my mouth as I grip her hips tightly and grind her on my aching cock.This is all happening so fast, and I know I should stop and check in with her, but I’m too busy feasting on her deliciousness to control myself.
“Maverick,” she moans when my mouth moves down her neck and I lick her there.
“Do you want me to stop?”I somehow manage to say even as I grip her tighter.
“No,” she practically shrieks as she wraps her arms around me.“Don’t stop.”
“Good,” I say, reaching for her shirt.“Because I don’t think I can.”
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
JULIET
Maverick doesn’t stop with my shirt because my bra is the next to go.I don’t get a chance to be shy about being this naked in front of him because when he dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, my mind blanks.
A sensation I’ve never experienced before courses through my body, and my hips buck without my permission.I’m grinding against his hard cock where it’s pressed right into my sex.I can’t stop myself from dry-humping him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.Judging by the groan that rumbles through him, this is exactly what he wants too.
“Fuck, you’re soft everywhere.”
“And you’re hard everywhere,” I say, gripping his shoulder.
He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same attention.His tongue flicks over the stiff peak, making the pulse between my legs throb intensely.All I can think about is his mouth on it and doing the same thing he’s currently doing to my nipples.
“More,” Maverick grunts as he lifts his head.The intensity of his eyes makes my breath hitch, and I’ve never felt so desired.His hand engulfs my breast, his thumb stroking my hard nipple.“Are you going to give me more, little mouse?”
“Yes,” I say in response, and I sound desperate.“More, please.”
The excitement and anticipation rises, and I can only wonder what he’ll do next.Before I can come up with options, he suddenly stands while still holding on to me.He kisses me as he moves through his home and doesn’t stop until we’re in his bedroom.He’s gentle as he lays me down on the bed, but his hold is unbreakable.
“Just because we’re in bed doesn’t mean we have to go further,” he tells me and looks into my eyes.
“I want you to go further,” I rush to say.If he doesn’t, I might die.Even as I say the words, my hips rock up in search of relief.
“I love how greedy you are for me.”He kisses me again, and this time it’s possessive.There’s something about how deep it is; it’s filled with a promise.
