maverick
Ikicked the door shut and locked it as I pulled Harley inside with me. There was no chance in hell that I was letting anyone interrupt my time with him. Was it stupid? This thing with him? Probably. Letting down my walls meant opening up to the potential of getting hurt again. I knew that.
But I couldn’t resist him.
One kiss had proven that. One taste of Harley had me desperate for more of him. My pulse hammered in my ears, andmy cock thickened against my jeans at the thought of it. I wanted to taste every inch of his skin, soft and warm under my tongue. I wanted to explore every part of him with my fingers and feel him shake under my touch. I wanted to hear the way my name fell off his lips in a needy moan.
I wanted all the things we were owed—the things that had been taken from us.
I pushed his back against the door, kissing him hard. The way he pawed at me and pulled me close was a turn on, his fingers digging into my shoulders with a grip that made me eager. I fisted the front of his shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons scattering across the hardwood in my desperate need to touch him.
“I don’t have another shirt!” Harley gasped, his mouth tearing away from mine as he stared at the floor. I grabbed his jaw and made him look at me.
“Stop worrying. I’ll give you one of mine, princess,” I said.I actually liked the idea of him walking around in my clothes.
He nodded slightly, and I dragged his lips back to mine, my tongue meeting his. We stumbled the short distance between the door and my bed, dropping clothes as we went. There was a sort of reverence in the way his hands drifted over my body—something oddly emotional that made my chest tight, his palms gliding over my ribs with a warmth that seeped to my bones. No one had ever looked at me or touched me the way Harley did. There was a motivation in that. One that made me want to try harder and do better for him. I was so used to a quick hook-up here or there that I never took my time.But with him, I wanted to make it last.
Toppling into bed, I settled over him in a tangle of limbs, the mattress dipping under our weight with a loud creak. Every place his body touched mine buzzed with the anticipation of more. My dick throbbed with a need for him, and my hips rolledagainst his. The friction of his hard length sliding against mine made me groan low in my throat.
“Fuck,” I breathed out. My mouth trailed along his jaw line, alternating in nips and kisses. He made a small sound—agreement or maybe something else. I wasn’t sure, but it was goddamn sexy.
The confidence and desperation of the man outside the bedroom door was gone. I felt the slight hesitation in how he moved underneath me—in how he touched and kissed me.Like he hadn’t done this before.His body was tense underneath my weight as a slight tremble rolled through him. Leaning back, I studied him carefully. A pretty flush spread over his cheeks, and he glanced away.
“Look at me, princess,” I ordered as I took hold of his jaw and gently forced his gaze back to mine. “You have done this before, right?”
He chewed on his lower lip. While he didn’t say a damn word, the anxious look in those baby blues spoke volumes.
“I need you to say the words, Harley,” I whispered.
“No,” he replied, swallowing hard.
“Exactly what haven’t you done?”
“Anything.”
Anything…
Shit. Harley was, in every way possible, a virgin.
I wasn’t expecting that. Carefully, I put a little space between the two of us, my body hovering over his. Worry flashed through his eyes, and I kissed him once for reassurance, my lips soft and lingering. His fingers dug into my skin as he dragged me back down on top of him. The slight sting of his nails on my shoulders shot straight to my balls.
“I know what I want, Maverick,” Harley said against my lips, his breath hot and ragged.
Fairy tales and perfect first times weren’t real, but that didn’t mean I had to rush him through it either. I’d rather do nothing at all than make him regret this.Regret me.I didn’t want to betray the trust he was putting in me.
“Don’t doubt that,” I told him. “But I’m still going slow.”
The little whimper of frustration he let out was fucking adorable. His cock twitched eagerly against my thigh, which was a damn good sign.
“Why?” he demanded with an uptick of anxiety in his voice. I kissed him once. Twice. Three times. I let each one linger in an attempt to soothe whatever had him stressed—though it was proof why we should take it slow.
“I’ll fuck you senseless another day, princess,” I promised. My lips drifted down his neck, and I nipped at his pulse, my teeth sinking into his tender skin. The sound he let out was loud and unfiltered, making me grin. There was a noisy freak buried deep inside Harley, and I had every intention of coaxing him out. I bit him harder, enjoying how his volume grew and how his hips rose against mine. His cock slid against my abs, leaving a wet trail of precum on my skin. “Fuck, I like you needy.”
“You do?” The uncertainty in his voice was a vise around my heart.
“Yeah, I do,” I replied. I licked and kissed my way back up his neck, dragging my teeth over his earlobe. “Tonight, I’m taking my damn time with you. I’m going to see just how loud you get…”
My lips found his in a chaste kiss.
