Page 61 of You Saw the Best In Me

He smells incredible, and I can’t wait to spend the night with him again.

“I think she liked you,” I say, opening the bottle of wine and passing it to him.

“Well, you didn’t have to tell her I was in a towel! I figured you’d be off the phone by now,” he smiles and digs in his dresser for clothes.

“My mom has been the only consistent person in my life since I was seventeen. The stories she could tell you would shock you, but she’s also a raging bitch when she wants to be,” I strip down, dying to get out of these clothes I’ve been wearing all day.

I feel Maverick’s eyes on me, watching as I stand in only a pair of panties while I dig in my bag for a t-shirt.

“See something you like, baby?” I tease, the same way he did to me this morning.

He groans, not saying anything, and I know I’m driving him wild.

“Absolutely,” he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

He kisses my neck lightly but just enough to make me shiver.

“I can’t seem to find a shirt. Can I borrow one of yours?” I ask, taking him out of the trance I purposely put him in.

“Shirts are overrated, kitten," he whispers in my ear, reaching around to touch my breasts.

He’s much better at teasing me because I’m fucking failing at keeping things a mystery.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, feeling how hot my body is getting just from one touch.

“Come here,” he growls, spinning me around to face him.

He smiles and bites his lip before bending to place his lips on mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and getting into this kiss.

We’re both naked, with only his towel and my panties separating us, but I don’t worry. I told Maverick I want to take things slow and I know he’ll respect me when I hit my limit.

I let his hands roam my body as our tongues explore each other, and suddenly, he stops everything, pulling away.

That wasn’t my limit, but I can tell he was stopping us from moving too quickly, and maybe he has his boundaries, too.

“Let me get you a shirt,” he kisses my nose, the cutest form of affection he’s shown me thus far.

I slip into the black t-shirt he hands me, and I watch as he puts on a pair of boxers and nothing else. He passes me the bottle of cheap rosé, and I unscrew the top, taking a big sip.

“Come here, baby girl. I want to hold you,” Maverick pats the spot I laid in last night, and I get comfy next to him.

“Hi, Mav,” I whisper, and he wastes no time pulling me onto his chest.

“Hi,” he smiles, a relaxed look on his face.

“You never told me what happened with the detective,” I say, and he sighs.

“There won’t be a car outside until tomorrow, even with the reported break-in. They wanted us to come in and make statements, but I said we were too worked up for that,” he tells me, and I understand.

He spoke on my behalf, but I trust him to make decisions for me, and it was the right call. I would’ve probably burned that station house down if I had to make a second statement in one day.

“So what does that mean for tomorrow? I have to work,” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“I already told my bosses I need one more day, and I always have Sundays off,” he smiles like he’s figured it all out.

“I’m new at the salon, though. I can’t cancel on them so soon,” I tell him, and he says he knows the owner and will make a call.