“More,” I gasp, reaching back, trying to feel him. I don’t get his body, I get his hand as he leans forward to place our linked hands on the couch beside my head, and with one more thrust of his hips, he’s in. “Oh God, yes,” I sigh as his lips kiss my shoulder.
“You feel like heaven,” he whispers. “Better than heaven.”
Slowly, he starts to move, our moans and sighs mingling together as he slides in and out, reaching deeper into me. The softness only lasts a few moments before he lets go of my hand and wraps his arm around me, drawing me up and against hischest. He grips the front of my throat again, and I turn my head, helpless in his hold as he plunges in and out of me, sending me careening toward an orgasm that I know will shatter me.
But he’ll hold me together.
“Mine.”
I don’t have time to think about what he means before his fingers find my clit, rolling over it, teasing it, until I’m screaming out his name, my body giving in to the extreme pleasure he promised me.
And just as I expected, as my orgasm rolls through me, leaving me weak and so thoroughly satisfied, Maverick holds me up, never letting me go until I feel him stutter and shoot off inside of me as he shouts out his release.
We stay there, draped over his couch, both of us panting and exhausted for several minutes before he slowly withdraws. I feel the loss of him, leaving me empty and drained. But he kisses my back and once again he whispers, softly this time, “Wait here.”
He’s back quickly, and his hands trail all over my body before lifting me up from the couch and turning me in his arms. Warm blue eyes search my face, and I know he’s seeing my dopey smile when his lips curve up in response. He kisses my forehead before gathering me in against his chest.
“That was spectacular.”
I can feel the rumble of his voice with my head pressed against him the way it is. And my arms squeeze him tighter in response.
“Can I take you to bed and make you scream my name again?”
My entire body shudders, and he just chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
But when he goes to scoop me up, I find my voice. “No, don’t. You have to protect your shoulder.”
The smirk he gives me, combined with the raised eyebrow, shouldn’t be nearly as sexy as it is. Then again, maybe it’s his hand squeezing my ass that’s turning me on.
“Specs. We’re gonna pretend you aren’t insulting my strength right now. If I want to carry you to bed and fuck you until my name and my cock are the only two things you remember in the morning, then I’m goddamn well gonna do that.”
My mouth falls open as I feel him hardening between us. “O-okay,” I stutter, then shriek as he bends down again and picks me up as if I way nothing, tossing me over his shoulder. “Oh my God, Maverick!”
His hand lands on my ass in a light smack, and I feel his rumble of laughter. “That’s right, Specs. That’s what you’re gonna be saying all night long.”
I tumble down onto the bed, bouncing in a way that probably isn’t very flattering. But the hungry look in his eyes says otherwise.
I can’t look away, I don’t want to, as he climbs on the bed and crawls over my body, kissing his way up my stomach, pausing at my breasts to tease the already sensitized flesh, before continuing upward. His lips capture mine in a kiss I could lose myself in. This entire evening has been like a fantasy, a dream come true. When he lifts his head and looks at me, the smoldering heat that’s lit his eyes on fire all night has been replaced with something I can only describe as total awe. As if he, too, can’t quite believe this is happening.
“You’re gorgeous. And tonight, you’re mine.”
Chapter twenty-four
Sadie
I wake up feeling deliciously sore and exhausted in the best possible way. There’s no erasing the smile on my face, or the residual tingle between my legs from Maverick’s scruff as he made me come on his mouth over and over again. I lost count after round three…
But then I roll over, and instead of the sexy, sinful man who made me hoarse from screaming his name last night, there are only tangled sheets and an empty pillow.
I sit up, clutching the sheet to my chest, listening carefully, but hearing only silence.
It wasn’t all a dream. I know that, my body tells me that, and the faint musky scent of a night filled with sex hangs in the air.
So where is he?
My brain is starting to fire with all kinds of scenarios, none of them good. Then, I hear the sound of a door opening. I grab the first piece of clothing I can find, which happens to be one of Maverick’s shirts. Ignoring how it catches over my breasts and barely covers my ass, I cautiously open the bedroom door, trying to determine whether it’s him or not.
You dummy, who else would it be?Drawing in a deep breath, I pad softly down the hall to the open living space, and there he is.
