Maverick set me down on my feet slowly, though he made no move to pull out of my embrace. “How ‘bout I drive us back to the house and I tell you all the ways I want you as we wash up?”
I tucked a stray curl behind my ear. “I like the sound of that.”
Desire sparked in his gaze, his grip on me tightening ever so slightly. Without another word, he whisked me up, carried me to my truck—where Brandy still waited—and drove us to the house.
Every second, every inch closer to the house we went, the more the tension in the car grew. It was like a wildfire, growing, spreading, rising. By the time he shifted the truck in park and opened the driver’s side door, I all but shook with anticipation.
He came around to the passenger-side, pulling me out of the truck before I could say a word. Then I was in his arms again as he carried me toward the front door. His lips found mine, one of his hands holding me up, while the other slithered along the curve of my waist and towards one of my breasts.
God, he made me burn. Brighter than any fire. The sun, even.
I vaguely heard Brandy’s toenails on the concrete floor, before nothing. She must have curled up on the carpet in the living room. I glanced back and grinned.Good girl.
Maverick’s hands sparked desire through my veins as he carried me to his room. Once in the bathroom, he relinquished his hold on me long enough to turn on the water.
Not even a heartbeat later he was there again, towering over me with his lean, chiseled frame. Most of his face lurked in shadow from his cowboy hat. His hands trembled as he held my waist.
I shivered and reached up, pulling his hat off.
“Caref—” he said before nodding as I sat it upside down on the countertop.
I grinned. “Don’t worry, cowboy. I know the rules.”
He chuckled, his breath fanning against my cheeks, as he slowly—painfully slowly—began undoing the snap pearl buttons of my shirt.
My gaze flicked to his. “So, you finally gonna tell me what all you wanna do to me?”
His lips tugged upward as he pulled the last button free. He trailed a finger from the hemline of my jeans all the way up mystomach, and to my bra. “I want to kiss every single inch of you,” he murmured, pulling my shirt off and discarding it on the ground.
I followed suit—albeit much quicker—all but ripping his shirt off before working on the tank he always wore beneath. “Mmm,” I murmured as he traced lazy patterns along my shoulders and chest. “That sounds nice, but I think you can do better.”
He worked at my jeans next. First the buckle, then my zipper, before I shuffled out of them. One of his hands toyed at the lacy fabric of my underwear as he held me against him. Maverick’s mouth found the corner of mine before dipping to the curve of my jaw. He kissed a path up along it before nipping at my earlobe. “I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours again.” His voice was a deep, sexy rumble in my ear.
My knees went weak, a gasp escaping me. “Maverick.” I never expected him to say something like that.
His eyes glinted, almost wickedly. God, he was fucking hot. “It’s true,” he breathed, his lips moving on to the column of my neck. “I want to fuck you on the counter. Like I should’ve done the other night. And the dining room table. I want to take you in that armchair in my room, and have you sit on my cock and ride me ‘til you’re a screamin’, wild mess.”
I shivered, my breath hitching in my throat as one of his hands dipped to the curve of my ass and squeezed.
“You got quite the mouth on you, cowboy,” I whispered.
One of the corners of his lips pulled up into the ghost of a smirk, a huff of laughter escaping him. “But what I wanna do right now,is take you in that shower, kiss you breathless, and fuck you from behind.”
A laugh bubbled out of me. He couldn’t possibly know just how much I loved a foul mouth. I trailed my fingers over the plains of his stomach, undoing his buckle and mirroring his actions from earlier.
“Well,” I said, dipping a hand beneath the hem of his boxer briefs and settling over his hard cock. “What’re you waitin’ for?”
It was the invitation he needed.
One minute, we were standing there, the next, we were both fully unclothed and dipping beneath the spray of steaming water. He dragged his mouth to mine, one of his hands going for my breasts, while the other slid to my core. His fingers teased it in soft strokes that sent desire rippling through me and making my knees go weak.
His mouth clashed with mine, a war of tongues, teeth. I reveled in the flames of pleasure that stoked higher, hotter, and brighter with every touch of his. My hand drifted over the planes of his chiseled stomach, along the V of his hips, before resting on his hard cock. A groan went through him, making his chest rumble. I don’t think I’d ever heard a sexier sound. My body answered on instinct, a shiver of desire shooting straight to my core.
“Easy,” he murmured, breaking our kiss to whisper in my ear. “You keep doin’ that and I won’t be able to do all the things I wanna do to you.”
A wicked smirk pulled on my lips. “Is that so? Well, then…” I grabbed his cock and slid my hand up and down the hard length.
He pulled back enough to peg me with his burning green gaze. There was so much heat, so much wicked desire lurking in that stare, that my breath escaped me in a gasp.
