God, I wanted him. Wanted him inside me. His touch, his kisses, they were nice, but I needed more. I needed to feel him, every hard inch of him as he slammed his cock inside me.
A low chuckle came from Maverick, challenge sparking in his gaze. “Oh, so you wanna play that way?”
I tilted my chin up at him, a defiant gesture, meeting his heated stare. I picked up the pace as I stroked him, watching the war play out on his features. Challenge and pleasure battled, and for a moment, I thought he’d give in and let me win. But then he lifted me, pressing me firmly against the wall of the shower, one hand wrapped around my neck with his cock poised at my entrance.
My eyes widened even as my body reacted to him—caging my legs around his waist. Surprise pumped through me. I hadn’t expected this raw emotion from him. This dominance. This darkness. But I loved it. I loved everything about it.
And I wanted more.
His hand at my throat lingered, waited, his gaze holding a question in it. “This too much?”
I kissed him, pulling him closer, a silent plea to continue. He matched me—unrestrained, like up until this point he’d never fullygiven all of himself. When I pulled away, water dripping down every inch of us, I bit his lip, earning a hiss from him.
“That all you got, cowboy?”
Dark desire exploded like a supernova in his eyes. He slid into me—one fast, fluid motion. I cried out, my head falling back against the tile. Maverick set up a slow pace. We rose and fell to a rhythm all our own, ebbing and swelling with each stroke, each thrust, each brush of our bodies. His grip on my throat tightened. Not enough to block off the air, but a delicious pressure that sent my desire blazing through me.
Maverick’s intense stare met mine. “You like that?”
I nodded, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth. His gaze flicked to it, hunger washing over his features. He thrust into me, his hand still on my throat as I held his gaze.
“But I want more.”
His scarred brow rose and he stilled inside me. No. No, I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted the exact opposite. I moved against him, urging him to continue.
He exhaled a low huff of laughter and eased me to the floor.
A spark of anger surged to life. “Maverick, wha—” But my words left me in a rush as he spun me around, his cock brushing against my backside and his hot breath in my ear. “Bend over.” The words were low, gravelly, and filled with so much domineering intensity that I didn’t hesitate to obey.
I braced my hands against the tile, bending over for him. He gripped my hips, poising himself at my entrance, but he didn’t slidein. No, it seemed he was proving a point. That he was in control. At least, for the moment. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss right between my shoulder blades. A shiver shot through me as I arched into him. “Maverick,” I breathed. “Please.”
A hum of satisfaction escaped him, vibrating in his chest like thunder rolling in before a storm. A precursor to what was coming. “I like when you say my name.”
He teased me once more, his cockright. Fucking. There. I tried to lean back into him—something, anything to have him in me once more—but he held my hips firm. Wrapping an arm around me and forcing me upright just a bit, one of his hands went to my breast, squeezing, kneading, before teasing my nipple. Desire sparked in my core.
I moaned. God, I was close. I’d be closer if he’d actually fuck me again.
“Maverick,” I repeated as he rained kisses up and down the column of my neck.
But still, he didn’t make a move to enter me.
That’s it.I couldn’t take it anymore. Glancing back at him, defiance and challenge coating my words, I bit out, “Fuck me. Now.”
His lips drew up into the sexiest goddamn smirk I’d ever seen. “Who's got the mouth now, darlin?”
But my words spurred him into action. With a thrust, he slid his cock into me, picking up a quick, steady pace. Easing me down a bit—my hands fighting for purchase on the wet walls—he palmedmy breast, working me closer to the edge with each wild touch and thrust of his hips. All the while, he rained kisses down my shoulder, my neck, even along the curve of my spine. There was something possessive about each movement. Like he wasn’t just fucking me, but worshiping me. Worshiping my body with his.
Just that thought alone made me teeter on the edge of an orgasm. I was poised on the precipice, my desire burning so hot through my veins that I trembled.
It hurt. Hurt so fucking good.
I think he understood that somehow. Just from my body language, from the little cries that fell from my lips. Upping the tempo, his movements turned faster, wilder. And then he grabbed my ponytail, gripping it tight, and tilted my head up. He kissed along my neck, down to the base of my throat, his teeth scraping against my skin as he nipped and caressed me along the way.
I gasped as heat scorched through me, starting in my toes and working its way up, up, up. My nerve endings were on fire, sparking and sizzling as my orgasm loomed just before me.
And then he bit me.
Not hard enough to draw blood. Not hard at all, really, just the right amount of pressure along the muscle of my neck.
