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I grin and close my hand around her throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure. This woman is from my dreams, and it doesn’t surprise me when she arches her back to get closer. “You want more, pretty girl?”
“You know I want all of it.”
We’re not talking about tequila anymore.
I want all of it too.
“Lie on the sofa. Prop up your head,” I tell her, and she scrambles to get into the position.
The strap of her sleep top falls down her arm and catches at her elbow. Her chest rises and falls like she’s been running for miles, and I can see her hard nipples through her shirt. Maven stretches out, lazy like a cat, and rests her head on the pillows. A smile works its way to her mouth, and I want to kiss it off of her.
If I can’t have her in my bed, this will have to do.
I climb onto the couch and straddle her, my legs on either side of her hips. My erection presses into her, and instead of pulling away, she nudges her thighs open so she can feel more of me.
“Are you just going to sit there and stare at me all night, or are you going to do something?” she asks with the smug defiance I love about her.
“Two sips of tequila, and she’s feisty. I never pegged you for a lightweight, Wood.”
“It would be a lot nicer if youdidpeg me, Lansfield.”
A laugh bursts out of me, and it makes her giggle, too.
“God, I like you,” I say softly. “I like you so much.”
“I like you, too. I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone else.”
The heat from moments ago cools and turns softer.
I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, and she turns her cheek to kiss my palm. Overwhelming desire sweeps over me, and Ican’t remember why I’ve stayed away from this woman. It’s like I’m permanently stuck in her orbit, and I hope I never have to leave.
This is the part where I kiss her, right?
I want to.
I think I might die if I don’t.
She’s looking up at me with those big blue eyes and pink lips, and I want her to stare at me every night like that.
We could figure it out. No one would have to know. I hardly see her at the stadium, and when I do, she’s too busy taking pictures to notice me. I always notice her, though.
“Maven,” I whisper, and she licks her lips, like she knows what’s coming. “I?—”
A wail travels down the hall and cuts me off. My head snaps toward June’s room, and panic rushes through me.
“Shit,” I curse, and I try to pull myself off of Maven. The tequila spills, and my foot gets caught under a cushion. “I need?—”
“You need to calm down first,” Maven says, and she gestures to where I’m still hard. “I’ll get her.”
“But she?—”
“I’ve got it, Dallas. Really.” She pops off the couch and takes the bottle from my hands. “You trust me, right?”
“Yes,” I say, and I crane my neck, hoping I can see what’s going on. “More than anyone in this world.”
“Good.” She bends down and kisses my forehead. “You’re not alone, remember? Let me do this for you.”
“Okay.” I nod, and that same swell of emotion that hit me earlier sweeps me up again. “Thank you.”
