“Alexia. Wait.”
“Why? You’re right. I’m wrong. I’m just…” His presence was all consuming, no longer just tickling my naked skin but enflaming my core.
He stopped right behind me, his breathing labored yet controlled.
“I’m just scared the nightmare isn’t over. I know how silly it sounds. Ridiculous. I’m sorry I interrupted your life. I didn’t have anyone else to turn to.”
The touch of his hand on my arm sent a shockwave of both emotions and vibrations. My legs were shaky as he turned me around. My heart thudded when he cupped both sides of my face. But the gentleness when he tipped my head, the soft brush of his thumbs skimming across my face was exciting.
“You can lean on me, Alexia. I’m not going anywhere.”
I gripped his arm, struggling with my nerves as he pulled me closer, so close his masculine scent shoved aside the lingering stench that had never escaped my system.
The closeness claimed the air around us. No ocean breeze. No staunch Miami humidity.
Just the two of us and a wave of electricity confounding every rational thought.
“Maverick,” I whispered, doing everything to concentrate on the rapid beat of my heart thrumming against my chest instead of the increasing throb in my pussy.
Seconds ticked.
A full minute.
There were no sounds.
No formal acknowledgment of our intentions.
But nothing could pull me away or change my mind.
I wanted this man more than any other in my life.
Every brush of his fingertips augmented the jolts of current, every look he offered creating tiny prickles. I slipped further and further into a dark abyss.
As soon as I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, a delicious sound erupted from deep within his throat.
Trembling, I kneaded his muscles through his shirt as he dared to slowly lower his head another few centimeters. His scent was overpowering, keeping my pulse racing, my pussy so wet, the fragrance combined with his. Our bodies were like live wires, skittering, dancing in a raging thunderstorm. When he tangled his fingers in my hair, coiling the long strands around his hand, he yanked my head until I was captured in his arms. Suddenly, everything I thought mattered was shoved aside.
I craved his touch. His lips on mine. I longed to slide my hand down his tee shirt to his jeans, freeing his cock so he could plunge inside. And I craved his mouth against my sex, driving his tongue past my swollen folds.
“Alexia.” With a slight cock of his head, he nuzzled his face against the side of my neck. “This is probably not a good idea.”
Every sound a slight shudder, I arched my back, offering him all of me. “I know. But I don’t care.”
“Neither do I.” He crushed his lips against mine as he wrapped his arm around my waist, lifting me off my feet. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against me created a deeper ache in my pussy.
The man was fully aroused, every muscle tense as he fought with the addictive longing.
Maybe I should be doing the same.
He shifted his hand, fisting my hair instead of my neck, crushing me against his body until wave after wave of electricity soared through me. The kiss became a blinding whir of passion, the intensity I’d seen in him before excluding all understanding as he explored my mouth, drinking in my essence.
From everything I’d read and had learned about him, he was a man capable of tremendous violence, but I sensed there was an agonizing need for darkness and intimacy. He’d been an unruly agent, fighting orders and procedures. Almost every word he’d written on a page had been augmented with his disdain of the legal system.
I was thrown by my body’s reactions, every nerve ending seared, my legs wobbling as he thrust his tongue inside. My core was ignited, the flames turning into an obliterating firestorm of longing, leaving my mind fractured as to how I could feel so strongly toward such a man.
The kiss became more powerful as he dominated my tongue, his actions rough, bordering on brutal, but I’d never felt so alive, crazed with wild abandon. A moan slipped past the kiss as he scooped me off the deck.
I flung my arms over his shoulders, every ache more intense. The kiss was as if time was running out, the world ending. As his tongue swirled, finally demanding its way into my mouth, my resolve started to crumble, leaving me exposed to the madness.
