“Go, Harley,” she repeated. “I’ll leave my door open in case she needs to find me. You know I’ll take good care of my favorite hellion. And I’ll text you if something comes up, whichnothingwill come up—here anyway.”
The innuendo wasn’t lost on me. My neck burned hot as I nodded slowly, lips pressed together tightly. At least she didn’t say more.
“Have a good night, Holly,” I said and left.
The light over his front door was off, which wasn’t a good sign. What if he’d gone to bed? What if I woke him up? Would he be mad? I didn’t want to screw this up before we even had a chance to start truly.
Or what if he wasn’t home? His truck was there, but what if he’d gone for a walk? He loved the beach. Maybe he went for a late-night walk.
I was overthinking this.
This was Maverick.
He wouldn’t be upset if I showed up at the house. I held onto that thought as I walked up the stone steps to his door, focusing on deep breaths to combat the rise of anxiety.
I avoided the doorbell on the off chance he was asleep and opted for knocking. The vicious barking was instant.Shit. I hadn’t accounted for Duke.
“Hey! Off the damn door!” Maverick yelled. “Hey! Sit!”
The scuffle on the other side of the door made me cringe, tipping the scales in favor of this being a bad idea. The light flipped on, and two locks clicked—something painfully reminiscent of everything he’d been through. The door swung open to Maverick, looking like he’d been dragged out of sleep. I could see the way his mind still tried to catch up with the moment. His dark hair fell across his forehead, messy and slightly damp. A light gray shirt stretched over his frame, the fabric stretching across his shoulder while hanging loose around his wrists and waist. Black sleep pants hung low on his hips, puddling around his bare feet.
“Harley,” he said, his voice thick, as he opened the storm door for me. “Everything good?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. Crossing over the threshold, I closed the distance between us. Taking his face in my hands, I kissed him.
CHAPTER 103
maverick
Harley’s mouth landed softly on mine, and my mind melted in the comforting haze of his cologne. I moaned low into his mouth at the sudden warmth. His tongue slipped past my parting lips with a needy little sigh. On instinct, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer. His arms wrapped around me as the kiss deepened, my tongue stroking his. The press of his body against mine shot straight to my cock.
Had to get control.The half-formed thought pulled me out of my haze, and I broke the kiss.
“Hi,” I whispered, smiling lazily at him.
“Hi,” Harley replied.
“What’re you doing here, Harley?” I asked.
“I want you…”
Another kiss that made me moan.
“… not against my car…”
His teeth dragged over my lower lip, making my cock thicken against the soft fabric of my pants.
“… not against the counter…”
His mouth drifted across my jaw, teeth scraping against my skin.
“… I want you so deep inside me that I forget how to breathe.”
My fist tightened in his hair and yanked him back. His cheeks were flushed, and the hunger in his eyes was prominent.My needy princess.
“Are you so desperate for my cock inside you that you drove over here in the middle of the night?” I demanded.
“Yes,” he let out. There wasn’t an ounce of regret or hesitation in his response. It made me smirk.
