I roll my eyes. “You’ve really got my father wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”
She shrugs with a devilish grin. “I’m easy to love, what can I say?”
“You’re a pain in my ass is what you are.”
Bec winks. “You know you love me.”
I jerk my chin toward the tent opening. “Go get some rest.”
She stands, offering me a mock salute. “Aye aye, captain.”
“Goodnight,” I call after her. I pull Delilah closer and close my eyes, grateful for whatever time I get with this incredible woman.
Delilah
Present Day
“Females shall forfeit their own desires in order to pleasure their male counterparts.”—EXPECTATIONS FOR FEMALE BEHAVIOR, N.A.L. 6 § 35
God, it feels good to be warm again. I tentatively wiggle my fingers and toes, pleased to find they’re no longer numb. I arch my back in a catlike stretch, noting something hard and warm wedged between my legs. Whatever it is, it’s positioned perfectly at the top of my thighs, adding just the right amount of pressure to my clit. I roll my hips and let out a satisfied hum, following my body’s instincts. I repeat the motion, grinding myself against whatever it is, unable to contain the moan that slips out.
A huge, calloused hand grips my ribs. “Delilah,” the deep, gravelly voice says from above me.
I’m still groggy, feeling somewhere between a dreamlike and intoxicated state. The warmth building between my legs feels too good for me to do anything but continue seeking my own pleasure. Absentmindedly, I piece together Maverick’s presence next to mebefore I realize I’ve been grinding myself against his thigh. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably be mortified, but in this cozy, ethereal state, I can’t bring myself to care. Another roll of my hips has us both moaning.
“Fuck, baby.” Maverick’s grip tightens, his thumb brushing just beneath my breast.
I gasp as he rolls himself on top of me, positioning himself between my bare legs. His hardened cock presses against my clit through the thin layer of his briefs as he grinds against me, making us both shiver.
That familiar, tingling warmth starts to build deep in my core as Maverick and I move together. My mind is clouded, its only concern finding release. I open my eyes to find Maverick already staring down at me, looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
As if he read my mind, he presses his forehead against mine and whispers with reverence. “God, you’re so beautiful.”
“Please,” I whisper. I don’t know exactly what I’m asking for, but I do know that this is the first time I’ve been naked in bed with a man and felt utterly and completely safe. Cherished.Loved.
Maverick rolls his hips again with a groan. His thumb moves up to my breast and brushes over my peaked nipple, causing me to moan and bite my lip. “Tell me what you need, darlin’.”
I reach down to palm his rock-hard cock through his briefs, making him curse under his breath. “I need you.”
He grabs my wrist and pins it over my head with a shake of his head. “What have I told you about being selfish?” He leans down and nips at my jaw.
“This is me being selfish,” I breathe, moaning again as his cock hits just the right spot on my hypersensitive clit. He rolls us over so I’m straddling his hips. The blankets fall away, revealing my bare torso to him, and for once, my body doesn’t feel like something I should be ashamed of. I feel powerful. Sexy.
Maverick drinks in the sight of me, awe written all over his face. “Use me.”
Thatwakes me up a bit. My eyes widen. “What?”
He sits up and wraps his arms around my torso, pulling our bodies flush. His stubbled chin scrapes against my chest as he places a gentle kiss to the space between my breasts. “Use me, Delilah. Take what you need.”
Sex hasneverbeen about me. We’re not technically having sex, but Maverick’s encouragement to put myself first, to seek my own pleasure above delivering his is almost unfathomable. But my body is desperate, squirming and writhing against him of its own accord. I’m so aroused it’s almost painful—certainly the most aroused I’ve ever been in my life. I give my hips an experimental roll, and my head falls back at the overwhelming sensation. And hearing Maverick call me by my name only heightens every feeling.
“Say it again.”
He must understand my demand because he doesn’t hesitate. “Delilah.”
“God,” I whisper, rolling my hips again. My clit is throbbing. My legs are shaking. I’m one movement away from coming just from rubbing myself against him like an animal in heat. I should probably be embarrassed, but I can’t find the energy or the brain power to care.
Maverick’s hands move to my hips, not rushing or even guiding, simply resting there, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to drive me crazy.
