Sinking down on him, she cried out. Her kiss was greedy and filled with an edginess that had him biting her, fisting her hair and tugging. Her heat surrounded him in the ultimate pleasure. In the moment, he had everything he needed.
Their raw passion exploded in a torrent of rough kisses. She arched forward, pushing her breasts into his face while driving him deeper inside her hot, silky flesh. He parted the material covering her luscious tits and took one nipple into his mouth. Her long, sexy-as-hell groan had him sucking harder. Her breathing became erratic.
She dug her fingers into his hair and murmured, “You feel so fucking good.” He bit her other engorged nipple. “Yes, that’s so perfect. I like it like that. Harder.”
He fondled her breasts, reveling in their perfection. When he kissed her and drove his tongue inside her mouth, she ground harder.
Then, she slowed the kiss and stopped gliding. Even in the darkness, he could see her clearly. Her face so beautiful, his heart swelled. This connection, while wild and intense, was filled with undeniable love. Her eyes were jet black, her mouth pressed gently to his. Carly was all woman and he reveled in her silky skin, the curve of her hips, and her delectable ass. Her lips curved. His did, too.
“Ash.” She whispered his name like a prayer. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Three dangerous little words were perched on the end of his tongue. He was ready to tell her, to share his most intimate thought with her. To let her into the deepest part of his heart, the one he’d cut off from the world a long time ago. More than anything, he needed to bare his soul to her and only her.
He studied her face. Would she be able to handle his raw honesty? Not yet. Instead, he uttered three very different words.
“Don’t deny me.” The warning in his voice elicited a muffled cry from her.
She thrust her tongue into his mouth, her intense passion stealing his breath. This time, she began slowly moving on him while she pressed her breasts against his chest. The pleasure so perfect, he released a long, husky moan.
Her speed increased, as did her sultry coos. “Take me. I need you to make me come.” She arched her back, raised her arms over her head and closed her eyes.
He anchored his hands on her hips and took control. His slow, deep thrusts were met with whimpers and moans. Her voice had grown throaty, desire spilling from her like the rush of river water spewing over an open dam.
“Kiss me.” His words were an order.
She framed his face in her hands, stared into his eyes and murmured, “I’m coming…so good.” Her insides squeezed him, her shudders sending earthquake-like spasms through him. Staring into her eyes, he surrendered to her.
Seconds of perfect ecstasy turned into minutes of kissing and touching. He floated back to earth wrapped in a Carly cocoon. “Holy fucking hell.”
Another long, voluptuous kiss was her only reply.
Sex for Maverick filled a physical need. Sex with Carly filled all his needs. His only question: Did he fill all of hers?
1 8
M E E T I NG M R S . M U R P H Y
M averick woke early, tugged on cotton lounge pants, and headed to the main cabin. While he wasn’t angry with Carly, per se, he wasn’t thrilled with her, either. After their mind-blowing sex, they’d stayed locked in an embrace. Then, she’d slain him with three little words. “This changes nothing.”
He’d wanted to laugh. In truth, everything had changed.
What really pissed him off was her refusal to sleep in his bed with him. He was the one who never stuck around long enough to cuddle, but Carly really slammed him back to reality when she flat-out wouldn’t get in his bed. Stubborn, headstrong woman.
As he cooked breakfast, he decided to give her a dose of her own medicine. If she wouldn’t give him what he really wanted, he would deny her sex. Though that thought scrambled his brain, he would not continue to fuck her if she wouldn’t admit how she felt. He could feel it in her kiss, see it in her smile and in the way she looked at him. And she still hadn’t stopped sneaking glances at their borrowed wedding bands.
Carly trudged in. “Caffeine.”
One look at her and his grumpiness dissipated like fog lifting in the morning light. Life was too short for him to be frustrated with her simply because she was too scared to admit her true feelings. She was on her clock, not his. He had every confidence she’d open up to him. It was only a matter of time before their fake marriage felt so real even she would acknowledge the truth. If Greta could see it, she would, too.
“Hey, sleepy head.” He handed her a piping hot mug of coffee and poured a second cup for himself. He gave her the creamer he’d bought for her. She thanked him with an adorable sleepy smile.
“What time is it?”
“Seven thirty.” He checked her out. “You’re covered in pussies.”
Her groggy chuckle was sexy as hell. “Kitty-cat pajamas.”
“I always imagined you slept in the nude.”
