Chapter11
Belle
The last of the knitting club had left, and I'd straightened the lounge area, picking up trash and restocking any books that had been left out.
The front door opened, and I turned to tell whoever it was that the shop was closed, but it was Maverick.
"What are you doing here?"I asked.
He flipped the sign from Open to Closed and turned the deadbolt.Then he stalked over to me, pausing when he was inches away.His fingers sifted through the strands of my hair."I'm done resisting you."
My breath caught."I didn't know that you were."
His expression was pained."I've been resisting you in one way or another since we were in high school.I thought if I stood you up, there was no way you'd ever want me again.Problem solved."
I swayed toward him, not quite believing what I was hearing.
"But it didn't work.It only made me want you more.And now we're working together every day, and I can't help but watch you through the window, reading in those distracting cardigans and sexy reading glasses."
I blinked at his depiction of me."That can't be— That's not sexy."
His eyes flashed with heat."Then you have no idea what you're talking about."
What was happening right now?He was standing in front of me, blocking me from the view of the street.His muscles tensed as if his body was poised to do something.
"I want you, and I'm done telling myself that I can't have you," he growled.
I huffed out a laugh."Do I get a say?"
He stepped even closer, cupping the back of my head, my body pressed against his."Can I kiss you?"
"Yes," I barely breathed before his lips were on mine.My lips parted on a gasp, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, exploring, claiming, and ruining me for all other men.
When he pulled back, he scrutinized me.
"I want you," I assured him.
He pressed the evidence of his erection against my belly."If you don't want me, I can walk out that door, and I'll never bother you again."
A physical ache formed in my chest at the idea of never seeing him again.But this was overwhelming.His declaration was everything I'd ever wanted to hear, but alarm bells were going off in my head.
He was the guy who'd rejected me once before.He'd apologized, and now he was saying he'd pushed me away because he didn't think he deserved me.But I couldn't help but think that he'd change his mind again.He'd decide that he wasn't the man for me.Last time, he'd decided for us, and I couldn't bear for that to happen again.
But he was standing in front of me, offering everything I'd ever wanted.
"I know you're a good girl, and you don't normally do things like this.But I want to give you something that you've never experienced with anyone else."
"Yes."It didn't matter how it happened or whether it fulfilled any fantasies.
He maneuvered us so that we were between the tall stacks, and no one could see us from the windows."I want to make you come."
I blinked."I want that too.Please."
"You ask so sweetly."He surrounded me, his hand tugging down my tights, tearing them in his haste, his hand moving between my thighs.I widened my stance needing everything he was offering me.
I never imagined I'd be getting fingered between the stacks, but there was a first time for everything.
"One day, I'm going to make you wear your glasses when I go down on you."
