“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice a whisper.
I nodded. “Now get in here before I change my mind.”
She didn’t need to be told twice.
Chapter Twenty One
“You,” Maverick said as his mouth descended on mine as soon as the door was shut. “Are probably making a really bad decision.”
“Why?” I asked, my question muffled by his hungry mouth as he pressed my back against the door, the cool wood chilling my bare skin.
It had taken all of the courage I possessed in my body to put on this nightgown that I’d secretly bought weeks ago and sneak down to Maverick’s room.
But today, after he’d pulled me into his arms and pressed my face into his neck and protected me from seeing what fell out of that man’s coat?
Now he was mine.
My inner omega knew it and my heart knew it too.
Feeling emboldened by my grandmother’s earlier words, I did what I never would have done months ago and I decided to just put myself out there.
If I got rejected by him, then at least I knew where we stood.
Somehow, though, I’d known that wouldn’t happen. I was right too. As soon as Maverick opened the door all of the pretense he’d been putting on for weeks seemed to melt away as soon as he saw the nightgown.
“Because I’m supposed to be your Secret Service. Your bodyguard,” he told me with a groan, his hands sneaking down my back to cup my ass, giving it a firm squeeze that sent tingles of need ricocheting down my legs. “I’m not supposed to fuck you.”
“You’ve never been attracted to someone you’ve been protecting before?” I asked, gasping as he suddenly became very interested in the pulse on the side of my neck, his lips rasping down the sensitive skin there.
Maverick pulled away for a moment, shooting me a dry look. “Lennon, most of the people I used to protect were men in their fifties with pot bellies and a comb over, not hot omegas with an attitude problem.”
“I donothave an attitude problem,” I told him haughtily, squealing as he lifted me off of my feet and practically threw me onto the already mussed hotel bed.
Apparently the normally perfect Maverick Onassis didn’t make his bed every day. If anything, the fact made the alpha almost a little bit more endearing to me.
“Why are you smiling like that?” he asked with a growl as he crawled over me, his hands sliding up the skirt of the nightgown I was wearing and finding the tied panties underneath.
I smirked. “You don’t make your bed every day?”
“I didn’t have time today,” he grumbled. “I do make it sometimes.”
“Adorable,” I told him, reaching up to ruffle his dark hair and marveling at how soft and silky it was.
Maverick reached up to pull my hand out of his hair. “I think you’re forgetting that you came here to proposition me, Lennon.”
“And you were busy trying to convince me it was a bad idea,” I shot back sweetly. “So I figured a distraction was in order.”
“Minx,” he huffed, his mouth crashing into mine again.
The kiss was blazingly hot like he was trying to see how far he could push me before I came up for air, but I was game, just happy to melt underneath him and enjoy the experience that had been plaguing my too-vivid dreams for the past several weeks.
Maverick’s hips dipped down and grinded against mine and I could feel his hard length through the gray sweatpants he was wearing and I froze for a moment.
Feeling the sudden change in my body, Maverick paused and pulled away.
“How experienced are you?” Maverick asked, his voice rough.
“I’ve had heats before,” I explained. “But I always check the,ah, non-penetrative option at the heat center. So just hand and mouth stuff really.”
