Danger personified, and yet, I couldn’t care less. I stepped away from the tree, into the light being cast from the street lamp above. She bristled, watching me, seeing it was me, her eyes flashing with concern followed by anger, then lust. She knew why I was here.
But she was scared.
She should be.
This could fuck everything up.
“Dane…”
I moved my arm out, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her to me. My lips were on hers, cold and wet from the rain, until she warmed them up with hers. Suddenly, she pulled back, before she got too lost in the kiss. “You said–”
“Fuck what I said,” I growled against her lips. “You’re mine.”
Tavi
I was lost in the sensation of Maverick, his arms, his mouth, his soft growls in my ear as he nipped at my earlobe. Overwhelming emotions hit me like a freight train.
I should hate him.
“Open the door, Tavi,” he growled into my ear, before he suckled on my neck. I wedged away from him, to open the door to my house, and walked in. Maverick stalked me like prey, wet from the rain outside, and predatory.
My breath caught in my throat.
I’d dreamed of this for weeks since he left me in this strange house that now felt like my home.
“Where’s Van?” he asked, his voice a low timbre that sent shockwaves down to my pussy.
“Mari took him for the night. He wanted to hang out with Bane.”
“Good,” Maverick said, closing the distance between us, and pulling me into his arms. I couldn’t help it. I melted into him. His kisses were feral, almost as if he couldn’t wait to taste me. I moaned into his mouth, as he pulled my jacket off me, running his hand up and down my bare arms, leaving a trailof goosebumps in his wake. Slowly, he manoeuvered me down the hall, his mouth on mine, his body wrapping around me, and guiding me down to my bedroom.
The last time we were in here, he broke my fucking heart, and walked out on me and Van. As much as I wanted him here, I couldn’t just let him walk all over me and come back as if nothing had happened, as if I hadn’t cried myself to sleep for weeks, or held my son because he missed his funny breakfasts withDaddy.
Fuck.
I had to stop this.
I had to protect myself.
For Van.
Shoving at him, I was able to get him to step back, confusion replacing his once predatory gaze.
“No.”
“No?” he repeated, surprise lacing his tone.
“You can’t just come in here and pretend like you didn’t stomp all over my heart a few weeks ago, Dane. You fucking chose to leave, and now because you decide it’s okay now, you come back?” I got out before my voice started to waver with emotion. “How about all the nights I spent crying over your ass? Thinking I wasn’t good enough for you?”
Maverick straightened, his anger was gone, replaced by something else. Something I couldn’t name. My fire had nowhere to go but at him, and it looked like he was bracing for the worst of it.
My heart was screaming for me to go to him, to tell him I wanted him, that I would be perfect for him, but the other part of me, the logical brain side of me, was telling me not to let him close. Don’t be overwhelmed with his proximity.
He didn’t speak.
Instead, he peeled off his leather jacket, throwing it over the chair by the vanity. Next, he removed his kutte, and slid it over the back of the chair, the Shackled Sons logo dark and ominous in my bedroom. A reminder of the reasons why I couldn’t be with me in the first place. Next, he peeled his t-shirt off to reveal those incredible abs that I dreamed about. I loved how they felt under my touch. When he turned around, I saw it. How I hadn’t seen it before was beyond me.
“Maverick…”
